The hills speaking softly to brag The rain is so quiet it's sad In liberty it rains so loud we can't hear Its so hard to see outside when it rains down here The arches hold together St. Louis And the mighty Mississippi splits right through us Before my arches rebuild, they must have a song But I can't proceed until the rain is gone Blue grey background on those moss green pines Heavy grown raindrops clinging to the electrical lines Floating in an atmosphere of truth and hidden lies Sometimes out here, I feel like my heroes can save my life Through the window of this (ricket) rail car And I see the world scene by scene The silver mountains and blue streams I will only ever smell the train steam We hear Louis Armstrong play his horn on the shortwave radio His sound breaks my heart with a stone in my throat Like a sword through a heart, leaking tears onto the ground So hard to see when it rains down here Alone, is where I been leading to be So I, just been sailing the seas The wind can blow me wherever it needs to take me The skipper taunts the sky Thunder and waves crashing into the side It will never break him, it will never save him
Wow beautiful song. I was 17 when this was released, young and completely daft. At that age I was listening to dance music and pop shite on the radio. 18 years later at 35 I find myself obsessed with Justin and Bon Iver etc.
I feel like everytime I find a new Justin Vernon song it's like the universe is telling me I'm on the right path and I'm doing the right thing while it's okay when things feels bad at times. His voice and compositions are so reassuring and soothing. What a gem!
Verse 1] The hills speaking softly to brag The rain is so quiet it's sad In liberty it rains so loud we can't hear It's so hard to see outside when it rains down here [Verse 2] The arches hold together St. Louis And the mighty Mississippi splits right through us Before my arches rebuild, they must have a song But I can't proceed until the rain is gone [Verse 3] Blue grey background on those moss green pines Heavy grown raindrops clinging to the electrical lines Floating in an atmosphere of truth and hidden lies Sometimes out here, I feel like my heroes can save my life [Verse 4] Through the window of this rickety rail car And I see the world scene by scene The silver mountains and blue streams I will only ever smell the train steam [Verse 5] We hear Louis Armstrong play his horn on the shortwave radio His sound breaks my heart with a stone in my throat Like a sword through a heart, leaking tears onto the ground So hard to see when it rains down here
[Verse 6] Alone, is where I been leading to be So I, just been sailing the seas The wind can blow me wherever it needs to take me The skipper taunts the sky Thunder and waves crashing into the side It will never break him, it will never save him
@@ellenchen9719 I am so proud to live a couple hours from where he grew up. Never expected such a transcendent talent to come out of Wisconsin like him
I remember when I was born I looked to my right and there he was - Justin Vernon. He slapped my ass to make me cry and then just left. Now in my adulthood Justin Vernon still slaps my ass emotionally through music.
there is a deeper spirit to this song. moving through acute grief, I listened to this song for two days as it was the only thing I could tolerate. Why? That’s the mystery.
sorry for my lateness, but this man's music MUST BE REMEMBERED. This(and everything from Vernon) is like a cure for everyone's soul, even if I'm not depressed or anything. It's just...fck it...I can't express it...you heard it. You already know
Justin's voice is sun through the clouds here. Through the trees....through the windows and walls. Through my eyelids I squeeze so hard so I don't see the world. This place is frightening and I wonder every day what Im doing here. What service do I provide...what does any of this mean? I don't feel like I belong at all.
You and me both, my friend. Along with many others. Almost everyone at some stage I’d say. Take solace in the fact that nearly everyone is as lost as you are. This way we’re made to live is not meant for what we are.
The hills speaking softly to brag The rain is so quiet it's sad In liberty it rains so loud we can't hear It's so hard to see outside when it rains down here The arches hold together St. Louis And the mighty Mississippi splits right through us Before my arches rebuild, they must have a song But I can't proceed until the rain is gone Blue grey background on those moss green pines Heavy grown raindrops clinging to the electrical lines Floating in an atmosphere of truth and hidden lies Sometimes out here, I feel like my heroes can save my life Through the window of this (ricket) rail car And I see the world scene by scene The silver mountains and blue streams I will only ever smell the train steam We hear Louis Armstrong play his horn on the shortwave radio His sound breaks my heart with a stone in my throat Like a sword through a heart, leaking tears onto the ground So hard to see when it rains down here Alone, is where I been leading to be So I, just been sailing the seas The wind can blow me wherever it needs to take me The skipper taunts the sky Thunder and waves crashing into the side It will never break him, it will never save him
I don't know but these lyrics don't feel like J V's....No big deal anyway...Maybe its an attempt to sound like someone else you know, kinda like a tribute?
lukula Bruh. This was before his popularity, and he writes like this in his other projects. You can’t base someone’s work off of your flawed vision of them brother.
Omg I know that violinist is Julia McConahay. You two definitely need to collaborate again ASAP. You both are sooo amazing and have grown so much as artists since this recording!!!!! It would be cool to see what kind of magical music you would create today:-)
This song helped my through some rough times, it's just so powerful and so honest. Since there aren't many covers of this song around, I thought I'd give it a go and just uploaded my rendition of this beautiful song. Feel free to listen to it and let me know what you think about it!
The hills speaking softly to brag The rain is so quiet it's sad In liberty it rains so loud we can't hear It's so hard to see outside when it rains down here The arches hold together St. Louis And the mighty Mississippi splits right through us Before my arches rebuild, they must have a song But I can't proceed until the rain is gone Blue grey background on those moss green pines Heavy grown raindrops clinging to the electrical lines Floating in an atmosphere of truth and hidden lies Sometimes out here, I feel like my heroes can save my life Through the window of this (ricket) rail car And I see the world scene by scene The silver mountains and blue streams I will only ever smell the train steam We hear Louis Armstrong play his horn on the shortwave radio His sound breaks my heart with a stone in my throat Like a sword through a heart, leaking tears onto the ground So hard to see when it rains down here Alone, is where I been leading to be So I, just been sailing the seas The wind can blow me wherever it needs to take me The skipper taunts the sky Thunder and waves crashing into the side It will never break him, it will never save him
I love this.... I don't understand why more people have not seen this. It's not unusual for me to be late to the game but, hey, where is everyone else.
I feel like yesterday was when you left and today was when I realized you were the one and tomorrow is when I will feel release but tomorrow never comes it's just more of yesterday and today is a forever realization that today is forever...this message is brought to you thanks to Jack and Daniel!!!
Your actually ahead of your time thats why more people dont come here but i will shear i take comfort in your music like a home for a peace of my thoughts .
Entre la lluvia que azotaba las ventanas Me quede callado Inspirado Floreciendo como la primavera En este frió invierno Robo las perlas posadas en las rosas Rojo el cielo al igual que mi sangre Un puñal fructífero de mi ser Empapado mi corazón del llanto alegre que resonaba.. Así fue la mañana, llena de sueños y esperanzas.
The recent film "Land" with Robin Wright reminded me of this song. I wish I could go to a place like this. Sometimes you need to get away in order to get home. 💙
