Friday's Grief Song, 03.01.24
"and now all your love is wasted/and then who the hell was I?"
Something about this song embodies shoulder seasons here in western Washington- the long but steady plunging into dark in Fall where it seems we’ll never see Sun again when it’s pitch dark at 4pm and gray every day…and now…. the slowly creeping emerging of Spring and the wavering temperatures of frost tipped mornings to record highs of 70s in the middle of February…but still it’s gray and cold and wet…the longing for sustained Sun so strong… but knowing Sun won’t reliably show until July when our Summer officially begins.
Maybe that’s a good metaphor for waning love relationships… shoulder seasons…. sometimes it’s clear as sunny day break that you need to leave… sometimes it’s murky and foggy like fall and spring mornings where Sun is shrouded by mist and gray… where maybe, if you’re lucky, the mist and fog burn off for a brief triumphant burst of afternoon Sun-typically between 2 and 4pm before clouding over again…gray and mist and fog being all you’ve got.
I think this song has all that in it. What do you think?
This week’s song is Skinny Love, by Bon Iver.
Listen here.
Enjoy!
Skinny Love
by Justin Vernon (Bon Iver)
For Emma, Forever Ago
2007
Come on, skinny love, just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My my my, my my my, my my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My my my, my my my, my my
Right in this moment, this order's tall
And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And in the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
And I'm holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines
Come on, skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in light brassieres
My my my, my my my, my my
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split
And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And now all your love is wasted
And then who the hell was I?
And I'm breaking at the breaches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?