I just know that I am not the only one listening it right now, and that makes me feel less alone, to know that someone else is experiencing this song as the same time as me
Incomprehensible Let me be Highway 17, cotton candy rain Driving with my lover, we missed our plane So we added on the hours to see the lupine flowers Way out past the border, we blew through Thunder Bay The pine trees are narrow, a billion broken arrows The ravens and the crows, robins and the sparrows All across Ontario, just static on the stereo Went swimming in the lake, Old Woman Bay Traveling with some stuff I left when I was a kid Mr. Bear and the wooden box I hid Full of broken gadgets that don't mean nothing now The only thing I'm keeping are the letters and the photographs In two days it's my birthday and I'll be 33 But that doesn't really matter next to eternity But I like a double number, and I like an odd one too And everything I see from now on will be something new "I'm afraid of getting older", that's what I learned to say Society has given me the words to think that way The message spins and spirals, "Don't get saggy, don't get grey" But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder My mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too Wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew And as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue How can beauty that is living be anything but true? So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair Let me dance in front of people without a care Let me be naked alone with nobody there With mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear Incomprehensible Let me be Incomprehensible Let me be
incomprehensible, let me be highway 17 cotton candy rain drivin' with my lover we missed our plane so we added on the hours to see the looping flowers way up past the border we blew through Thunder Bay the pine trees are narrow billionbrokwn arrows the ravens and the crows robins and the sparrows all across ontario static on the stereo we're swimming in the lake old woman bay traveling with some stuff i left when i was a kid mr bear in a wooden box i hid full of broken gadgets that don't think nothing now the only thing i'm keeping on the letters and the photographs in 2 days it's my birthday and i'll be 33 that doesn't really matter next to eternity but i like a double number and i like an odd one too and everything i speak from now will move to something new "i'm afraid of getting older" that's what i learned to say society has given me the words to think that way the message spins and spirals, "don't get saggy", "don't get grey" but the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulders and my mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too wrinkle like the river sweeten like the dew and as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue how can beauty that is living be anything but true? so let gravity be my sculptor let the wind do my hair let me dance in front of people without a care let me be naked alone with nobody there with mismatch socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear incomprehensible let me be incomprehensible let me be
Highway 17, cotton candy rain Driving with my lover, we missed our plane So we added on the hours to see the lupine flowers Wave past the border, we blew through Thunder Bay The pine trees are narrow, a billion broken arrows The ravens and the crows, robins and the sparrows All across Ontario, just static on the stereo And swimming in the lake, Old Woman Bay Traveling with some stuff I left when I was a kid Mr. Bear and the wooden box I hid Full of broken gadgets that don't mean nothing now The only thing I'll keep are the letters and the photographs In two days it's my birthday and I'll be 33 But that doesn't really matter next to eternity And I like a double number, and I like an odd one too And everything I see from now on will be something new "I'm afraid of getting older", that's what I learned to say 'Cause society has given me the words to think that way The message spins and spirals, "Don't get saggy, don't get grey" But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder My mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too They wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew And as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue How can beauty that is living be anything but true? So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair Let me dance in front of people without a care Let me be naked alone with nobody there Or with mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear
I just know that I am not the only one listening it right now, and that makes me feel less alone, to know that someone else is experiencing this song as the same time as me
Fantastic! Play it 14 more times
they looped it once in gothenburg, it was so good, 8 min version
you get it
such a privilege to see this live
Incomprehensible
Let me be
Highway 17, cotton candy rain
Driving with my lover, we missed our plane
So we added on the hours to see the lupine flowers
Way out past the border, we blew through Thunder Bay
The pine trees are narrow, a billion broken arrows
The ravens and the crows, robins and the sparrows
All across Ontario, just static on the stereo
Went swimming in the lake, Old Woman Bay
Traveling with some stuff I left when I was a kid
Mr. Bear and the wooden box I hid
Full of broken gadgets that don't mean nothing now
The only thing I'm keeping are the letters and the photographs
In two days it's my birthday and I'll be 33
But that doesn't really matter next to eternity
But I like a double number, and I like an odd one too
And everything I see from now on will be something new
"I'm afraid of getting older", that's what I learned to say
Society has given me the words to think that way
The message spins and spirals, "Don't get saggy, don't get grey"
But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder
My mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too
Wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew
And as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue
How can beauty that is living be anything but true?
So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair
Let me dance in front of people without a care
Let me be naked alone with nobody there
With mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear
Incomprehensible
Let me be
Incomprehensible
Let me be
this song changed my life
incomprehensible, let me be
highway 17
cotton candy rain
drivin' with my lover
we missed our plane
so we added on the hours
to see the looping flowers
way up past the border
we blew through Thunder Bay
the pine trees are narrow
billionbrokwn arrows
the ravens and the crows
robins and the sparrows
all across ontario
static on the stereo
we're swimming in the lake
old woman bay
traveling with some stuff i left when i was a kid
mr bear in a wooden box i hid
full of broken gadgets
that don't think nothing now
the only thing i'm keeping on
the letters and the photographs
in 2 days it's my birthday
and i'll be 33
that doesn't really matter
next to eternity
but i like a double number
and i like an odd one too
and everything i speak from now will move to something new
"i'm afraid of getting older"
that's what i learned to say
society has given me the words to think that way
the message spins and spirals,
"don't get saggy", "don't get grey"
but the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulders
and my mother and my grandma,
my great-grandmother too
wrinkle like the river
sweeten like the dew
and as silver as the rainbow scales
that shimmer purple blue
how can beauty that is living be anything but true?
so let gravity be my sculptor
let the wind do my hair
let me dance in front of people without a care
let me be naked alone with nobody there
with mismatch socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear
incomprehensible
let me be
incomprehensible
let me be
thank youuuu❤️❤️❤️
This is like.... Their best song wtf
When is this coming out? This is the best song ever
Favorite song
I love lyrics this on point
such a beautiful song
I was in London, or the uk in general a week after this show - missed out so much somehow in such little time
Absolutely lovely...
Highway 17, cotton candy rain
Driving with my lover, we missed our plane
So we added on the hours to see the lupine flowers
Wave past the border, we blew through Thunder Bay
The pine trees are narrow, a billion broken arrows
The ravens and the crows, robins and the sparrows
All across Ontario, just static on the stereo
And swimming in the lake, Old Woman Bay
Traveling with some stuff I left when I was a kid
Mr. Bear and the wooden box I hid
Full of broken gadgets that don't mean nothing now
The only thing I'll keep are the letters and the photographs
In two days it's my birthday and I'll be 33
But that doesn't really matter next to eternity
And I like a double number, and I like an odd one too
And everything I see from now on will be something new
"I'm afraid of getting older", that's what I learned to say
'Cause society has given me the words to think that way
The message spins and spirals, "Don't get saggy, don't get grey"
But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder
My mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too
They wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew
And as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue
How can beauty that is living be anything but true?
So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair
Let me dance in front of people without a care
Let me be naked alone with nobody there
Or with mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear
She has Fiona Apple vibes
she has adrianne lenker vibes 😭🙏🏽🙏🏽
@@cefjamero8297 You're not gonna believe me when I say this..... She is Adrianne Lenker 😭
@@Keko.42it was obviously a joke
Neil young - helpless vibes
Jacobs Radial
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