His song is his story, and what he has to say will give you goosebumps. His voice isn't "Top 20 Countdown" material, but if your open minded and give it a chance, I can guaruntee you will fall in love. Unless, of course, your life is a perfect fairytale and his music doesnt relate to you. Then, my friend, I will feel bad when life hits you. But when it does, Justin Vernon will be there.
My mother has been in Pennsylannia helping my grandmother with a surgery pertaining to breast cancer. I miss her so much, even more so that all I have is my asshole father. But my music, my blueberry tea and talking to my baby have seemed to make it okay.
Oh! If you want his recent music, he is currently with the band Bon Iver, french for "good winter".
Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
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
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
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split
Pour a little salt we were never here
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
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
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split
I told you to be patientI told you to be fineI told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted..
Then who the hell was I?
Now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted..
Then who the hell was I?
Now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
