Justin Vernon (of Bon Iver) @ New Yorker Festival, 10/17/09

Don't know the name of the song, but he said after tonight he'd 'never play it again, at least not in this form'

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[bigairboarder121]

Re-title this with "Michicant" so others can find this slice of bliss.

[philipsmog]

2:11-2:20 is remarkable sounds like a backwards tape sample of violin

[JBeezie428]

this is super cool. I love when artists do this sort of thing.

[rodrigosalad]

Simply beautiful. I bet love sounds kind of like this.

[Liiammm3]

@TheOutsyder Only the end really...

[TheOutsyder]

The lyrics are different...hm.

[FMECCTV]

I think this version helps understand the song more. I also think this version is in a way better. It'd be so nice if it was studio quality. Also if Blue Tulip was studio quality.

God, I love Justin!

[FreddyCazzper]

I love how everybody is just silent.

[DerLiesl]

(1/4)

I wasn't afraid, i was a boy, i was a tender age

I sought it out and painted, but arranged now with your pouted face

i wasn't petted up, summon all the waitings up, wah

a photo of me insane, but when it's over, it'll all be back

and the frost takes up your eyes

[DerLiesl]

(2/4)

it wasn't that bad, totally must have been a sunday day

a cradle and a tent, you wouldn't talk you wouldn't cast a sign

if only you wouldn't set it up, you're caught between this tearing up, wah

if only we evaded the cold moon with across the hike

cross this tide outside

[DerLiesl]

(3/4)

aim, we looked sunk, and we were drunk and we had flushed it out

nose up in your gloves, and never know if you were passing out

so we would have bedded up, we know that we were standing up, wah

photo could've clamped over the caution, but you were coming out

love could hardly leave the moon

with your heart

with your heart

with your heart

with your heart

[DerLiesl]

(4/4)

we crawl, we can fly, and we devise and visualize, then digitize

with vivid eyes, the little lies that bring us to the river ends

we're sweating size, we cry and then the rise

we crawl we can fly, and we devise and visualize, then digitize

with vivid eyes, the little lies that bring us to the river ends

we collide then divide

i wasn't afraid, i was a boy, i was a tender age