Trying to get me to stop
Oh I try, but I can’t
Dying to hear you just talk
Oh I’d die just to hear you again
Over and over I’m pushing these boulders up walls
Shorter and shorter these days make me older I can’t complain, I can’t refrain
I’ve got two hands and my wrists and today, they’ll create
One million paper-made birds that will fly, but will break
Colder and colder, you give me that shoulder again
No rhyme or no reason explains all the treason you leI me with, it’s on your lips
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I’ve turned my hands into fists so today, I can break
One million paper-made birds that will fly, not today
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I think it's difficult to write songs about something other than romantic love, and still be able to communicate the intensity with which those feelings can hit a person. Some of the entries on this album are fantastic examples of this niche. dani_bloop
This is undoubtedly my single favorite album of all time. It feels like such a perfect culmination of all the themes and ideas Fleet Foxes has been working with since 2008. It answers many of the questions found on both Helplessness Blues and Crack-Up, and represents an incredible maturation and growth in Robin Pecknold's perspective. Their other albums are certainly masterpieces, but this, in my opinion, is their magnum opus. I doubt it will be recognized as such in its time. isaiah_stuart