Bon Iver - Re: Stacks

This my excavation and today is Kumran
Everything that happens is from now on
This is pouring rain
This is paralyzed

I keep throwing it down two hundred at a time
It's hard to find it when you knew it
When your money's gone
And you're drunk as hell

On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks are your load
In the back with your racks and you're unstacking your load

I've twisting to the sun I needed to replace
The fountain in the front yard is rusted out
All my love was down 
In a frozen ground

There's a black crow sitting across from me; his wiry legs are crossed
And he's dangling my keys he even fakes a toss
Whatever could it be
That has brought me to this loss?

On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks are your load
In the back with your racks and you're unstacking your load

This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization
It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
Your love will be
Safe with me

"Do you ever think about the future? What do you see?"

"You. I see you ..."


"Real friendship is the sharing of all that the heart holds inside, it's tears and laughter, it's joy and broken dreams. Because friendship dwells in the heart where time and distance know no boundaries, it understands the depth of true feelings and the sound of words unspoken. It is a true gift, for it connects the heart of soulmates together forever."


"And I'll be yours to keep.
A wind in the shadow, a whale song in the deep." ~ Ben Howard/Only Love


"Love is never lost. If not reciprocated it will flow back and soften and purify the heart." ~ Washington Irving


"When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace." ~ Jimi Hendrix

Truth

Man hat Bilder im Kopf und dann erkennt man plötzlich, wer der andere wirklich ist. Also hat man sich nicht in den Menschen verliebt, sondern in das Bild von ihm.

Wieso? Weshalb? Warum?

Wie kann man von dem träumen, was einen am Meisten zerstört?

Wie kann man von dem angezogen werden, was einen am Meisten abstößt?

Wie kann man sich das wünschen, was einen am Meisten verletzt?

Wieso will man fliegen, obwohl man weiß, dass man ganz tief fallen wird?

Wieso will man verzeihen, aber kann nicht los lassen?

Wieso will man weit weg rennen, aber fühlt sich nirgendwo anders zu hause?

Wieso will man schreien, aber bekommt keinen Ton heraus?

Wieso will man Veränderung, aber kann sie nicht zu lassen?

Wieso kann man sich nicht sortieren, wenn es von Nöten ist?

Wieso will man frei sein und sich gleichzeitig binden?

Wieso kann man nicht immer zeigen was man fühlt?

Und wieso nicht immer sagen was man denkt?

Wieso will man vergessen, aber wird erinnert?

Und wieso schämt man sich manchmal für sich selbst? 

A love so cruel

With the first note I fall into pieces.

Violative, `cause I feel my heart lovin’...

Flying just so far away ...

Catch me.

Where are all these sparks of hope?

No more space for them.

And now nothing is all we know.

You never were candid.

Turn away.

I never saw a sky ...

blue like this, free like this, empty like this.

Dark troubles wrapped in a filmy cloth.

The darkest brown eyes of a true friend.

Evil spirits try to touch my soul ...  

... and no ground below my feet.

Wish I could climb over this mountain and come back ...

... back, where the flowers are.

Home, where my freedom is.

Can see sweetness somewhere in your moves.

But for now forever is over.

You stole me so cruel.

I regret these hours in which we fell in love ...

... in which I fell apart.