The palm at the end of the mind, beyond the last thought, rises in the bronze distance. A gold feathered bird sings in the palm, without human meaning, without human feeling, a foreign song. You know then that it is not the reason that makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine. The palm stands on the edge of space. The wind moves slowly in the branches. The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.

Thursday, December 30, 2021

Second Nature, Bon Iver

Is this our first? Or second nature?
When's that rapture? Will there be merch?
Where is mother? She was a stunner, can we page her?
What my eyes have seen could really take the purse
Are we charged now? Or are we fakers?
Parade around or get in work? Or just desert?
 
We will see you next time
There'll be water in the rain
Territories pay fines
All long day (Say it will be! Say it will be!)
All may not be just fine! (All long day!)
There is another fate away
To not be too late and obfuscate
 
Is this our fault? And are we just too damn used to it
The cypher too elusive, that tale, it just won't stop
You could be vaguely on top, strike the key, lay down the mop
As if endings ain't endings and feet they just won't drop
Ain't this real-time? And aren't we takers?
You want what's more and don't excuse
And just refuse
 
We will see you next time (Is this mercy?)
They'll be water in the rain
Territories pay fines
All long day (Say it with me! Say it with me!)
All may not be just fine! (All long day!)
There is another fate away
To not be too late
 
We will see you next time
There'll be water in the rain
Territories pay fines
All long day (Say it with me! Say it with me!)
All may not be just fine! (All long day!)
There is another fate away
To not be too late and obfuscate
 
-- Songwriters Justin Vernon / Nicholas Britell

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