29 #Strafford APTS

The second song from Bon Iver’s third album, 22, A Million, that I am posting about is ’29 #Strafford APTS. This song includes a sort of ‘breaking up’ of vocals effect throughout the song, especially in the third and final chorus.

Sharing smoke
In the stair up off the hot car lot
Sun shine hard on the video spot
Hm, mm, mm, mm
Sure as any living dream
It’s not all then what it seems
And the whole thing’s hauled away

A womb
An empty robe
You’re rolling up
You’re holding it
You’re fabric now


Hallucinating Claire
Nor the snow shoe light or the autumns

Threw the meaning out the door
(Now could you be a friend)
There ain’t no meaning anymore
(Come and kiss me here again)

A womb
An empty robe
You’re rolling up
You’re holding out
You’re bent prize


Motor up and yeah, you’re own, ooh
And yeah you’re on your own

(Marijuana has you talkin’…)

Fold the map and mend the gap
And I tow the word companion
And I make my self escape

Oh, the multitude of other
It comes always off the page

I hold the note
You wrote and know
You’ve buried all your alimony butterflies

Sub find
Some night

[see Genius]

This is how the lyrics appear in the album’s booklet:


One thing that I noticed when returning to this song and it’s lyrics was how this album has a major thematic shift. On the one hand, Bon Iver’s previous albums, especially his second album (see the track-listing), focused on places. On the other hand, this album seems to focus on people, on the other – see the third and final verse (“Oh, the multitude of other”).



I am going to feature three songs from Bon Iver’s most recent album, 22, A Million. These three songs are my current favorites on the album, but I enjoy each song on the album and the album as a whole immensely.

This song is the third track on the album, entitled 715-CRΣΣKS. This is the way the lyrics were printed in Bon Iver’s booklet for the album:


This is how Genius represents the lyrics:

Down along the creek

I remember something
Her, the heron hurried away
When first I breeched that last Sunday

Low moon don the yellow road
I remember something
That leaving wasn’t easing
All that heaving in my vines

And as certain it is evening ‘at is NOW is not the Time’


Toiling with your blood
I remember something
In B, un—rationed kissing on a night second to last
Finding both your hands
As second sun came past the glass

And oh, I know it felt right
And I had you in my grasp

Oh, then how we gonna cry?
Cause it once might not mean something?
, a second glance

It is not something that we’ll need
Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds
But all I’m trying to do is get my feet out from the crease

And I’ll see you
Turn around, you’re my A-Team
Turn around, now, you’re my A-Team
God damn, turn around now
You’re my A-Team

I heard a complaint/argument concerning this whole album. The music critic felt unenthused about how none of the songs feel whole, how they don’t have a beginning, a middle, and an end. I love songs that have “a beginning, a middle, and an end.” However, a song doesn’t have to have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Bon Iver might actually be getting at truth when he makes songs that don’t feel complete. Humans don’t feel complete. We do not feel whole. I think that an album like Bon Iver’s 22, A Million might be picturing reality when he makes a fragmentary-feeling album – an album that in its fragmentation still remains one of the most beautiful albums I have heard.

I do understand that someone could dislike the album for many reasons. However, those reasons might actually be an intention act on the side of the artist, Bon Iver/Justin Vernon et. al. On example would be the fragmentary feel of this album (which, I might add, exists in the lyric writing Bon Iver and For Emma, For Ever Ago). 

Music and Coffee (and Shakespeare!)

A song and a coffee I have enjoyed this week.

This song has been one of my favorite songs for years, but the song was punctuated by something I read this morning in William Shakespeare’s history, King Richard II.


Here is the passage from the recently decoronated King Richard II:

A king of beasts indeed. If aught but beasts

I had been still a happy king of men.

Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France.

Think I am dead, and that even here thou takest

As from my deathbed thy last living leave.

In winter’s tedious nights sit by the fire

With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales

Of woeful ages long ago betid,

And ere thou bid good night, to ‘quite their griefs

Tell thou the lamentable tale of me

And send the hearers weeping to their beds.

For why! the senseless brands will sympathise

The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,

And in compassion weep the fire out,

And some will mourn in ashes, some coal black

For the deposing of a rightful king. (King Richard II, Act 5, Scene 1, Lines 35-50)


This reminds me of the first part of the double song by Kendrick Lamar, ‘Sing About Me/I’m Dying of Thirst,’ specifically the third verse. Some may be offended that I am relating Shakespeare to the realm of rap. I cannot control offense. I will only quote the third verse of the song (written from the perspective of Kendrick himself – the other verses are told from different perspectives) and the hook, since the whole song is twelve minutes long. Verses 1 and 2 are extremely important to this next verse. One is told from the perspective of Kendrick’s friend from Compton whose brother died, and who wants Kendrick to “sing” about them. The other verse is from the perspective a prostitute whose sister, also a prostitute, died. She does not want Kendrick to “sing” about them. The following verse is from Kendrick’s perspective about what he is doing as an artist, “singing” the stories of human beings.

Song: Sing About Me, I’m Dying of Thirst


Sometimes I look in a mirror and ask myself
Am I really scared of passing away
If it’s today I hope I hear a
Cry out from heaven so loud it can water down a demon
With the holy ghost till it drown in the blood of Jesus
I wrote some raps that make sure that my lifeline
Rake in the cent of a reaper, ensuring that my allegiance
With the other side may come soon
And if I’m doomed, may the wound
Help me mother be blessed for many moons
I suffer a lot
And every day the glass mirror get tougher to watch
I tie my stomach in knots
And I’m sure not why I’m infatuated with death
My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats
That can come about
Cause the tongue is mighty powerful
And I can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch
Maybe cause I’m dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death
Really stuck in the scheme of, wondering when I’m a rest
And you’re right, your brother was a brother to me
And your sister’s situation was the one that put me
In a direction to speak of something that’s realer than the TV screen
By any means, wasn’t trying to offend or come between
Her personal life, I was like “it need to be told
Cursing the life of 20 generations after her soul”
Exactly would have happened if I hadn’t continued rappin
Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you’ll be strong
Fighting for your rights, even when you’re wrong
And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I’m gone
Now am I worth it?
Did I put enough work in?

Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me

I said when the lights shut off
And it’s my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me


See the whole song and annotations on Genius.

Coffee: Ethiopia Hambela Buku (Natural)

This is the natural version of another coffee I’ve had, Ethiopia Hambela Buku (washed). The natural might be my favorite coffee, along with the washed version, and the Columbia Las Margaritas Pacamara (another naturally processed coffee).


Cup: Strawberry, Coconut Milk, Kiwi, Lime Zest, Cocoa

‘Neath the Willow

Weeping Willow

This reminds me of a song by The Oh Hellos, There Beneath:

There beneath the willow tree
I learned a lot about the way of things
I learned that everything (the wind, the leaves) has breath inside
They were pointing ever east
To see the ever-turning aeon cease
Their wills were ever bent on waiting with all their mightI know (I know)
I know this
There is beauty in the way of things

There beyond the palisade
I saw the morning lead a cavalcade
They made a marvel of a display
And it made me cry ‘o lai’

O lai (o lai)
O lai lord
There is beauty in the way of things

See Genius for annotations.

Music and Coffee

A song and a coffee I have enjoyed this week.

Song: I Am a Rock by Simon & Garfunkle


I listened to this song this morning, and a few lines struck me given my affinity for reading.


A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On a freshly fallen, silent shroud of snow
I am a rock
I am an island

I’ve built walls
A fortress, steep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship
Friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock
I am an island

Don’t talk of love
Well, I’ve heard the words before
It’s sleeping in my memory
And I won’t disturb the slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I never loved, I never would have cried
I am a rock
I am an island

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island

And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries

See Genius for annotations.

Coffee: Ethiopia Hambela Buku (Washed)


I had this coffee as a (Kalita Wave) pour-over and it was probably the best coffee I’ve ever had. I am excited to try the natural version as well.

See the differences:

  1. Ethiopia Hambela Buku (Washed)
  2. Ethiopia Hambela Buku (Natural)


Music and Coffee

A song and a coffee I have enjoyed this week.

Song: Ulysses by Josh Garrels



I’m holding on to the hope that one day this could be made right
Cause I’ve been shipwrecked and left for dead and I’ve seen the darkest sights
Everyone I’ve loved seems like a stranger in the night
But Oh my heart still burns, tells me to return, and search the fading light

I’m sailing home to you I won’t be long
By the light of moon I will press on
Until I find my love

Trouble has beset my ways, and wicked winds have blown
Sirens call my name, they say they’ll ease my pain, then break me on the stones
But true love is the burden that will carry me back home
Carry me with the memories of the beauty I have known

I’m sailing home to you I won’t be long
By the light of moon I will press on

So tie me to the mast of this old ship and point me home
Before I lose the one I love, before my chance is gone
I want to hold her in my arms

[See Genius for lyric annotations]

Coffee: Columbia Nilo Martinez (Onyx Coffee Lab)

Cup/Flavor Notes: Vanilla Yogurt, Floral Honey, Honeydew, Soft

I had Nilo Martinez as a pour over and an espresso side-by-side at a coffee shop called Puritan.


Music and Coffee

A song and a coffee I have enjoyed this week.

Song: On Your Way by Alabama Shakes



On your way to God
Did you think of me?
On your way to heaven
Did you say “I’ll see you again”?

It wasn’t me, why wasn’t it me?

On your way to to the promised land, did you say
“Oh, she was such a friend”?
Then they took you higher and
I don’t know if I can follow…

It wasn’t me, why wasn’t it me?

On your way, I said to the air
I don’t know if I am strong
So I climbed to the mountain
And I don’t know what I did wrong

And it was just me, just little ole me…

This song is about Brittany Howard‘s little sister, who died of cancer at the age of 13.

Coffee: Ethiopia Guji Uraga

Notes: Raspberry, Rose Water, Black Tea, Cocoa

I actually had it iced the other day, since I just got a pour over system.