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Wash. (by Bon Iver) 

I stumbled on Bon Iver’s Wash. at the height of my Twilight phase years ago, having listened to Roslyn and finding their music really matched the rainy forests of Oregon. I picked up the album Bon Iver, Bon Iver years ago, and Wash. was one of my favorite tracks. Bon Iver’s kind of an acquired taste in that the melodies for many of their songs are wonderful, but as much as I’ve heard this, I can’t really say I fully know the lyrics. Either way, I was happily surprised to hear it earlier this month when watching Gran Turismo on Netflix. Definitely tugged on the heartstrings with that one.

Lyrics:

Climb
Is all we know
When thaw
Is not below us
No, can’t grow up
In that iron ground
Claire, all too sore for sound

Bet
Is hardly shown
Scraped
Across the foam
Like they stole it
And oh, how they hold it
Claire, we nearly forfeit

I, I’m growing like the quickening hues
I, I’m telling darkness from lines on you
Over havens fora full and swollen morass, young habitat
All been living alone, where the ice snap and the hold clast are known

Home
We’re savage high
Come
We finally cry
Oh and we don it
Because it’s right
Claire, I was too sore for sight

I, we’re sewing up through the latchet greens
I, un-peel keenness, honey, bean for bean
Same white pillar tone as with the bone street sand is thrown where she stashed us at
All been living alone, where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning

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