What a wonderful CD.
"There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from the piles of fallen leaves"
This CD never fails to make me cry. I used to lie on the ground and just let his soft voice fill the empty air and think that he spoke for the silence. Made sense of whispers and made peace out of loneliness. It is not just the words, but the haunting quiet way in which he sings them.
Nick: I've never heard the song you quote, or any Iron and Wine for that matter, but metrically we have two options, both equally cool: either the first and third lines have an implied offbeat after the fourth ictus, where the hemistichs meet, or the second and fourth lines are regular and the additional syllables following the stichic breaks in lines 1 and 3 are anacrusis, making the pause an epic caesura. Either way, poulter's measure is rare in modern music, so way to go, Iron and Wine, for reviving an obscure Elizabethan verseform.
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What a lovely sentiment. I was feeling a little lonely tonight. I decided to watch this random movie I rented from Netflix. The theme drove home the idea that love makes our heart grow stronger. I can't help but wonder how strong we'll have to be in the future. Doesn't it seem as if we've seen enough already? I don't know, I guess it's a positive idea. I just miss my youth at times. When I would wander in my thoughts for hours on end. Ahh, to be young again....
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