"I’ll be holding all the tickets
And you’ll be owning all the fines"
I've this song in my mixpod playlist back then, then newfound songs pulled it down the list and eventually deleted. I've always have a soft spot for Bon Iver whetever song they did. Justin Vernon is the one who brought back modern literature to a song and made it bearable. I've reviewed their Blindsided in my previous entry. Beyond the shrieking overlapped falsetto of Justin Vernon that tugged my heartstrings, I found revelation.
Love to heart just like digitalis.
It's a cure and poison in one.
Bon Iver has a special place in my hippocampus. But latest episode of The Vampire Diaries Season 2 Episode 21 re-firing the old atrophied neurone [sic], I recognized the song right away but it was Birdy, a 14 year old songstress. She did justice to my old favorite song and I rekindled it back. From Bon Iver's strums of harmonious guitar to a melodious piano of Birdy. Her pubescent innocent voice lulls you throughout symbolical lyric.
For those who have no idea what am I writing about, here is SKINNY LOVE by BIRDY, a song originally by BON IVER.
I urge you to listen. If you got good taste in music. Just sayin'
Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My my my – my my my – my my my my – my my …
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My my my – my my my – my my my my – my my …
Right in the moment this order’s tall
I told you to be patient I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind
In the morning I’ll be with you
But it will be a different kind
I’ll be holding all the tickets
And you’ll be owning all the fines
Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My my my – my my my – my my my – my my …
Sullen load is full so slow on the split
I told you to be patient I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted then who the hell was I?
Cause now I’m breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you? who will fight?
And who will fall, far behind?
Come on skinny love ……..
My my my – my my my – my my my – my my
When it is nothing to begin with:
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