Jun 21
The wind will blow or else it won't, sometimes you just move on and sometimes you just don't
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The wind will blow or else it won't, sometimes you just move on and sometimes you just don't
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JUNE 21 — WHON
The garbage man is never going to come / the cans out at the curb will bloat and stink / the rot will work its way through cracks in the foundation / the water will go stagnant in the sink / and you, you will know / where it is that memories go
The migratory birds will not come back / the charms that summer held will all turn sour / and from the treetops when the wind stops / sweet blossoms will rain down and you will stand beneath the shower / and it will be so clear / you will never quite escape last year
The wind will blow or else it won't / sometimes you just move on and sometimes you just don't / you think the matter through, you try hard not to think / the water all goes stagnant in the kitchen sink / and you will know, and I will too / what it was I might have left to you
"The notebook remnant predates The Sunset Tree by several years; when I stumbled across it, the couplet "and it will be so clear / you will never quite escape last year" sounded like something with its eye on the future. Given that it was never released nor, to the best of my knowledge, ever played live, it's surprising how well I remember the melody, and where the changes are. But what I remember wrong, every time, is the last line. In my mind, it's "meant". On the page, it's "left". These are two very different words—even more different in this context! Something more about this song's prophetic half-existence rests in this phenomenon."
-- JD in 'This Year: 365 songs annotated', 2025.
Luke 2:5-6 (NLT) - He took with him Mary, to whom he was engaged, who was now expecting a child.
And while they were there, the time came for her baby to be born.
“and it will be so clear you will never quite escape last year”
Sometimes it really doesn’t matter how long you’ve known someone, it just matters how long their memory continues to haunt you.
Feel free! It’s whatever you want to do, really. (Invisible ink: I really only logged in to send you the sunset. I’m mostly on good ol Twitter and IG.)
we luv a good f4f in 2021
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whon -the mountain goats
Just discovered this song and boy is my heart tired...
The garbage man is never going to come The cans out at the curb will bloat and stink The rock will work its way through cracks in the the foundation The water will grow stagnant in the sink And you, you will know Where it is that memories go
The migratory birds will not come back The charms that summer held will all turn sour And from the treetops when the wind stops Sweet blossoms will rain down and you will spin beneath the shower And it will be so clear You will never quite escape last year
The wind will blow or else it won't Sometimes you just move on and sometimes you just don't You think the matter through, you try hard not to think The water all goes stagnant in the kitchen sink And you will know, and I will too What it was I might have left to you
Whon (Live 06-13-2009)
The garbage man is never going to come The cans out at the curb will bloat and stink The rock will work its way through cracks in the the foundation The water will grow stagnant in the sink And you, you will know Where it is that memories go
The migratory birds will not come back The charms that summer held will all turn sour And from the treetops when the wind stops Sweet blossoms will rain down and you will spin beneath the shower And it will be so clear You will never quite escape last year
The wind will blow or else it won’t Sometimes you just move on and sometimes you just don’t You think the matter through, you try hard not to think The water all goes stagnant in the kitchen sink And you will know, and I will too What it was I might have left to you
Unreleased