Melodies of the HeartBon Iver | Re: Stacks
“this my excavation, and today is kumran. everything that happens 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 when you knew it. when your money’s gone, and you’re drunk as hell. on your back with your racks as the stacks are your load; in the back and the racks and the stacks of your load; in the back with your racks and you’re unstacking your load.
well, I’ve been twisting to the sun and the moon. 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 - he is 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 are your load; in the back and the racks and the stacks of 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.”
