22 a million
a poetic record review of Bon Iver's magnum opus
by Justin V.
a poetic record review of Bon Iver's magnum opus
by Justin V.
a swiƒt br00k, ßubbling into time
mea∂ows on m0ckingjays, h∑ar them sing
†he canøpy and the ∑∑rie, aqueøus stårs abøve
the hush o£ the piπe, the wisp ◊f the øak
trumpeting barn swallows, gail¥, merrily
the harsh åir of the hîlls on a frígîd february mourn; her lips on yours
humble øaks gr◊an, sturdy in their strength
the hush of wh∑at. noble gråin of the plaiπ
a bµstle of neç†ar. we are the hive
what might have been lost, i£ not for the in∂igø ßunting
every season, every migration, ¡n its pla¢e
sömeday, øne day, sómédå¥
Merde de sang dans ma bouche
J'aime la façon dont il goûte
humble øaks gr◊an, sturdy in their strength
the hush of wh∑at. noble gråin of the plaiπ
a bµstle of neç†ar. we are the hive
what might have been lost, i£ not for the in∂igø ßunting
every season, every migration, ¡n its pla¢e
sömeday, øne day, sómédå¥
Merde de sang dans ma bouche
J'aime la façon dont il goûte
the ache of an ancient r∞t, n◊ble and s†ead¥
the wheåt and the chå£f: oh! mighty iπdustry
thën she appears
and ∑verything else is bµt a crimsoπ mystery
thën she appears
and ∑verything else is bµt a crimsoπ mystery
in ¢runch of sn0w, a spate of wœ
hµckleberry jam on t0ast, wiçker basket in a field
wh¡sper; a distant sçreéçh; hµsh wiπter wind
pøppies and her ∂ress; b|ue white çheckers and cløuds of ∑ffervescence
soƒt and loamy; smell the ev∑rlås†ing ®ain
y◊ur ∑xcürsiøn
melåncholy mµd in your toes. silver wind in your hair. çackling eleçtriçity
the cockerel calls in the dewey morn. ƒate answers in turn
she dances through yur mind like a dai5y 5waying in a zephyr
she dances through yur mind like a dai5y 5waying in a zephyr
she is your ßaßß|ing brook
she is your stµrdy pine
she is y◊ur sümmer meadow
she is yöur everything
she is your stµrdy pine
she is y◊ur sümmer meadow
she is yöur everything
ƒriday night and you're drµnk as HeLL
she whispers †enderly into your ear
she whispers †enderly into your ear
you kπow exactl¥ what to put on the turntable
you delicately slip the √inyl from its dµst jacket and read the ʇrack list
you delicately slip the √inyl from its dµst jacket and read the ʇrack list
10 songs. ĵckjams every one of them
put on 22 a million and she coos seπsµøusly
awww yeaaah baybeee∑eeee
betw∑en her legs lies çreation. also something smells funny
she swa†s at your ∂ick ins¡stently. she wants to slam. prontø.
hold up gotta wait fo® my favorite song
she sits, arms folded, as ¥øu snuggle with you®self and møuth the words to 29 #Strafford APTS
she irritatedly undresses as 21 M♢♢N WATER's intro opens up like a moonlit sky
she øpeπs üp. a dense ƒø®est awaits
you lick he® slimy grµndle
a smell of shit and sweat p∑netrates your nostrils
You gag, but swalløw the little bit ◊f pµke that c0mes up
she tastes like that 6 month old slice o£ pepper jack ¥our friend put in your #Pas†rami sandwich as a joke
8 (circle) hits its ÇlimaX and so does she
¥our tears mix with her ¢rotch sweat
a slopp¥ rimjoß to rem∑mber
and a maståpieçe of a reçord!
and a maståpieçe of a reçord!
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