folk music, good for the soul.

Bon Iver has completely consumed my music realm. I am obsessed with how each song is a mini story; a small tale if you will, displaying a plethora of emotions in such a poetic way. An inspiration.

Taught line, down to the shoreline,
The end of a blood line, the moon is a cold light.
There's a pull to the flow,
My feet melt the snow,
For the irony, i'd rather know.
Cause blinded, I was blindsided.

[Blindsided, Bon Iver]