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boniverotica:
When our friends came to visit, Bon Iver gave directions: Drive down the highway until the road turns to gravel, take a left where the pop factory used to be, and follow the creek until the trees begin to clear. You’ll smell the woodsmoke before you see the house.
He made me a cup of tea. ‘Thank you, Earl Grey,’ I said, and kissed him on the nose. He regarded me seriously, and asked, ‘If I’m the Earl, then which tea are you?’ Now I hear Bon Iver plucking guitar strings and murmuring lyrics for a new song. ‘Little honeybush,’ he sings. ‘Honeybush, honeybush tea.’
The ice cube in his drink cracks and makes a ringing sound as it hit the sides of his glass. ‘My whiskey is singing,’ Bon Iver ponders, ‘a slow, sad song about rural decay and lonesomeness and the grass that grows between the train tracks.’ He runs his fingers along the inside of my arm, and I can see him in his mind’s eye sitting by the tracks, stroking the grass, longingly.
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Flower Bandits
Midnight Yoga medicine for the heart
Boy & Bear - Milk & Sticks
Oh I’m hungry for the feeling honeyCause it’s moving faster than the speed of sound
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