Bon Iver — Awards Season
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Length: 4:37
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I can handle
Way more than I can handle
So I keep reaching for the handle
To flood my heart
And the Spaniard
In song that I have pandered to
Is always handing me the anvil
Saying, "That's for you"
But then you came to me
From Olympic heavy duty
We both needed so much soothing
Played you Rickie Lee
Oh, how everything can change
In such a small time frame
You can be remade
You can live again
What was pain now's gained
A new path gets laid
And you know what is great?
Nothing stays the same
Felt you through me
In every clue you threw me
Pointing at me asking, "Who, me?"
What a start
You had taken
All away my aching
Well, how could I ever thank you?
I'd been received
But I'm a sable
And honey, us the fable
You said that you were unable
That it's not reprieve
Oh, but maybe things can change
What can wax can wane
Things can get replayed
And if it's all the same
Oh, just take my hand
And place it on your blame
And let it wash away
With you I will remain
You came over
Short after it was over
You, as precious as a clover
In a meadow's sun
You had no answers
So we laid back to backs and
Clasped treasure with our hands and
Held all fate
But now it's the season
And I know I will be seein' you
On the TV for some reason
God, my heart
Why do things gotta change?
We were on our way
To be best to face
All that comes in gray
It's so hard to explain
And the facts are strange
But you know what will stay?
Everything we've made
Way more than I can handle
So I keep reaching for the handle
To flood my heart
And the Spaniard
In song that I have pandered to
Is always handing me the anvil
Saying, "That's for you"
But then you came to me
From Olympic heavy duty
We both needed so much soothing
Played you Rickie Lee
Oh, how everything can change
In such a small time frame
You can be remade
You can live again
What was pain now's gained
A new path gets laid
And you know what is great?
Nothing stays the same
Felt you through me
In every clue you threw me
Pointing at me asking, "Who, me?"
What a start
You had taken
All away my aching
Well, how could I ever thank you?
I'd been received
But I'm a sable
And honey, us the fable
You said that you were unable
That it's not reprieve
Oh, but maybe things can change
What can wax can wane
Things can get replayed
And if it's all the same
Oh, just take my hand
And place it on your blame
And let it wash away
With you I will remain
You came over
Short after it was over
You, as precious as a clover
In a meadow's sun
You had no answers
So we laid back to backs and
Clasped treasure with our hands and
Held all fate
But now it's the season
And I know I will be seein' you
On the TV for some reason
God, my heart
Why do things gotta change?
We were on our way
To be best to face
All that comes in gray
It's so hard to explain
And the facts are strange
But you know what will stay?
Everything we've made
Comments (5)add comment
ZenAce wrote:
"Nice" RP click bait. Sad
Music like this goes over most every average person's head.
It's transcending. It's above all other music.
Most of you will never understand.
That's okay. Ignorance is bliss I suppose.
"Nice" RP click bait. Sad
Nice song. Thanks for playing it, RP
ZenAce wrote:
Except for we superior ones, it's wasted on the peons?
Music like this goes over most every average person's head.
It's transcending. It's above all other music.
Most of you will never understand.
That's okay. Ignorance is bliss I suppose.
Except for we superior ones, it's wasted on the peons?
Music like this goes over most every average person's head.
It's transcending. It's above all other music.
Most of you will never understand.
That's okay. Ignorance is bliss I suppose.
It's transcending. It's above all other music.
Most of you will never understand.
That's okay. Ignorance is bliss I suppose.
Music like this goes over most every average person's head.
It's transcending. It's above all other music.
Most of you will never understand.
That's okay. Ignorance is bliss I suppose.
Ok then