Bon Iver - For Emma
Death is sitting, smoking on the corner. The street is his ash tray
and the city is his bedside lamp, only he can never completely turn
the electricity off. Lights flicker like a seizure.
Death sings under his breath in a voice indistinct
from the passing of time, in a whishing sound. Every strum
of someone else’s guitar is a day and every time a trumpet plays, a century.
Death believes in eventuality, lulls each living thing
into an eternal dream. He leaves: the smell of cigarette butts
on his breath, a soft puff of smoke in the air.
(Bon Iver, otherwise known as Justin Vernon, released For Emma, Forever Ago in the U.S. this past February. He'll be playing at this year's Pitchfork Music Festival)
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