Pressed against the pane, could see the veins and there was poison out
Resting in a raze, the inner claims I hadn't breadth to shake
Searching for an inner clout, may not take another bout, why?
Honey in the hale could fill the pales of loving less with vain
Hon', it wasn't yet the spring

I often say, half seriously, that Bon Iver is the best thing that happened in my life. I do not really know what I mean by that. It is vague to me, in the same way half of Bon Iver’s lyrics are. But I like half vague things.

For a long time I have wanted to record reimaginings of my favorite Bon Iver songs. Tonight an idea grew out of a single chord and felt worth a quarter hour to sketch, record, and upload. So here it is, posted not quite as a draft, not quite as a song, not quite as a post, but as something in between.