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“I told you to be patient, I told you to be fine, I told you to be balanced and I told you to be kind. Now all your love is wasted? Then who the hell was I?”
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“I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands.”
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“Every place I go, I take another place with me.”
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“I’m in love with your honour.
I’m in love with your cheeks.”
―
I’m in love with your cheeks.”
―
“Climb
Is all we know
When thaw
Is not below us
No, can't grow up
In that iron ground
Claire, all too sore for sound
Bet
Is hardly shown
Scraped
Across the foam
Like they stole it
And oh, how they hold it
Claire, we nearly forfeit
I, I'm growing like the quickening hues
I, I'm telling darkness from lines on you
Over havens fora full and swollen morass, young habitat
All been living alone, where the ice snap and the hold clast are known
Home
We're savage high
Come
We finally cry
Oh and we don it
Because it's right
Claire, I was too sore for sight
I, we're sewing up through the latchet greens
I, un-peel keenness, honey, bean for bean
Same white pillar tone as with the bone street sand is thrown where she stashed us at
All been living alone, where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning”
―
Is all we know
When thaw
Is not below us
No, can't grow up
In that iron ground
Claire, all too sore for sound
Bet
Is hardly shown
Scraped
Across the foam
Like they stole it
And oh, how they hold it
Claire, we nearly forfeit
I, I'm growing like the quickening hues
I, I'm telling darkness from lines on you
Over havens fora full and swollen morass, young habitat
All been living alone, where the ice snap and the hold clast are known
Home
We're savage high
Come
We finally cry
Oh and we don it
Because it's right
Claire, I was too sore for sight
I, we're sewing up through the latchet greens
I, un-peel keenness, honey, bean for bean
Same white pillar tone as with the bone street sand is thrown where she stashed us at
All been living alone, where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning”
―
“Down along the creek
I remember something
Her, the heron hurried away
When first I breeched that last Sunday, ooh”
― Bon Iver: 22, A Million Piano Vocal Guitar Artist Songbook | Sheet Music Collection for Piano Voice and Guitar with Chords | Folk Rock Album Songbook with Complete Arrangements | Music Score Book
I remember something
Her, the heron hurried away
When first I breeched that last Sunday, ooh”
― Bon Iver: 22, A Million Piano Vocal Guitar Artist Songbook | Sheet Music Collection for Piano Voice and Guitar with Chords | Folk Rock Album Songbook with Complete Arrangements | Music Score Book
“This is how we grow now, woman
A child ignored
These will just be places to me now”
― Bon Iver: 22, A Million Piano Vocal Guitar Artist Songbook | Sheet Music Collection for Piano Voice and Guitar with Chords | Folk Rock Album Songbook with Complete Arrangements | Music Score Book
A child ignored
These will just be places to me now”
― Bon Iver: 22, A Million Piano Vocal Guitar Artist Songbook | Sheet Music Collection for Piano Voice and Guitar with Chords | Folk Rock Album Songbook with Complete Arrangements | Music Score Book
“This is not the sound of a new man
Or a crispy realization
It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
Your love will be
Safe with me
förlåt goodreads, vet att detta är en hemsida om författare och deras böcker, och låtskrivare klassas inte som författare på det sättet. MEN hade man funnit texter från några av Bon ivers låtar mellan ett par sidor i en bok hade man nog kunnat tro att det var poesi, och justin vernon var en poet. hoppas därför att det inte är olagligt att jag delar en rad från en sång, den har hjälpt mig så himla mycket.”
―
Or a crispy realization
It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
Your love will be
Safe with me
förlåt goodreads, vet att detta är en hemsida om författare och deras böcker, och låtskrivare klassas inte som författare på det sättet. MEN hade man funnit texter från några av Bon ivers låtar mellan ett par sidor i en bok hade man nog kunnat tro att det var poesi, och justin vernon var en poet. hoppas därför att det inte är olagligt att jag delar en rad från en sång, den har hjälpt mig så himla mycket.”
―
“When you're out, tell your lucky one
To know that you'll leave
Don't you lock when you're fleeing
I'd like not to hear keys
Only hold till your coffee warms
But don't hurry and speed”
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To know that you'll leave
Don't you lock when you're fleeing
I'd like not to hear keys
Only hold till your coffee warms
But don't hurry and speed”
―
“Holocene"
"Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me."
You're laying waste to Halloween
You fucked it friend,
It's on its head,
It struck the street
You're in Milwaukee, off your feet
... and at once I knew I was not magnificent
Strayed above the highway aisle
(Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles
3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway
Was where we learned to celebrate
Automatic bought the years you'd talk for me
That night you played me 'Lip Parade'
Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
Saying nothing, that's enough for me
... and at once I knew I was not magnificent
Hulled far from the highway aisle
(Jagged, vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles
Christmas night,
It clutched the light,
The hallow bright
Above my brother,
I and tangled spines
We smoked the screen to make
It what it was to be
Now to know it in my memory:
... and at once I knew I was not magnificent
High above the highway aisle
(Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles
Bon Iver, Bon Iver (2011)”
― Bon Iver - Bon Iver
"Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me."
You're laying waste to Halloween
You fucked it friend,
It's on its head,
It struck the street
You're in Milwaukee, off your feet
... and at once I knew I was not magnificent
Strayed above the highway aisle
(Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles
3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway
Was where we learned to celebrate
Automatic bought the years you'd talk for me
That night you played me 'Lip Parade'
Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
Saying nothing, that's enough for me
... and at once I knew I was not magnificent
Hulled far from the highway aisle
(Jagged, vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles
Christmas night,
It clutched the light,
The hallow bright
Above my brother,
I and tangled spines
We smoked the screen to make
It what it was to be
Now to know it in my memory:
... and at once I knew I was not magnificent
High above the highway aisle
(Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles
Bon Iver, Bon Iver (2011)”
― Bon Iver - Bon Iver
“Well, I've been carved in fire
Well, I've been caught in fire
I've been caught in fire, oh
Well, I've been caught in fire
I've been carved in fire
I've been caught in fire
What comes prior to?
I've been caught in fire
I stayed down the other night
I've been caught in fire
I stayed down (without knowing what the truth is)
I've been caught in fire
I stayed down the other night
I've been caught in fire
I stayed down (without knowing what the truth is)
Fire (Fire)”
― Bon Iver: 22, A Million Piano Vocal Guitar Artist Songbook | Sheet Music Collection for Piano Voice and Guitar with Chords | Folk Rock Album Songbook with Complete Arrangements | Music Score Book
Well, I've been caught in fire
I've been caught in fire, oh
Well, I've been caught in fire
I've been carved in fire
I've been caught in fire
What comes prior to?
I've been caught in fire
I stayed down the other night
I've been caught in fire
I stayed down (without knowing what the truth is)
I've been caught in fire
I stayed down the other night
I've been caught in fire
I stayed down (without knowing what the truth is)
Fire (Fire)”
― Bon Iver: 22, A Million Piano Vocal Guitar Artist Songbook | Sheet Music Collection for Piano Voice and Guitar with Chords | Folk Rock Album Songbook with Complete Arrangements | Music Score Book
“Climb
Is all we know
When thaw
Is not below us
No, can't grow up
In that iron ground
Claire, all too sore for sound”
― Bon Iver - Bon Iver
Is all we know
When thaw
Is not below us
No, can't grow up
In that iron ground
Claire, all too sore for sound”
― Bon Iver - Bon Iver
