TWO THOUSANDS AND FIFTY´S

Bon Iver - Holocene

"Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me."

you're laying waste to Halloween

you fucked it friend, it's on it's head, it struck the street

you're in Milwaukee, off your feet

…and at once I knew I was not magnificent

strayed above the highway aisle

(jagged vacance, thick with ice)

I could see for miles, miles, miles

3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway

was where we learned to celebrate

automatic bought the years you'd talk for me

that night you played me ʻLip Paradeʼ

not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree

saying nothing, that's enough for me

…and at once I knew I was not magnificent

hulled far from the highway aisle

(jagged, vacance, thick with ice)

I could see for miles, miles, miles

Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright

above my brother, I and tangled spines

we smoked the screen to make it what it was to be

now to know it in my memory:

…and at once I knew I was not magnificent

high above the highway aisle

(jagged vacance, thick with ice)

I could see for miles, miles, miles

LARANJA MECÂNICA!

was

really nice to be back.

Going backwards, pretending that time hasn´t changed what we are, deep inside, without a measure.
Stepping back, but looking forward.
These are the times we ´ve got to settle, our words and thoughts, wisdom and vicious attitudes.
Always here to remember, until the last moment of truth.

THE NEDS! 09/11