You were simpler,
you were lighter when we thought like little kids.
Like a weightless, hateless animal,
beautifully oblivious before you were hid inside a stranger you grew into as you learned to disconnect.
Now he hangs your mirrors separately, so one can't show you what the other reflects.
When he heard I was on his tail, he emptied your account and hid a part of you that's so invaluable,
(the part of you unsellable at any amount).
He left the tallest peak of your paradise buried in the bottom of a canyon in hell,
but I swear, I'll find your light in the middle, where there’s so little- late at night, down in the pit of the well.
Then when heaven has a line around the corner, we shouldn’t have to wait around and hope to get in
if we can carpenter a home in our heart right now and carve a palace from within.
We won't need to take a ton of pictures,
It won't be easy to believe the day we wake inside a secret place that everyone can see.
I had the pleasure of co-producing ILYSM. This record is a behemoth, dealing with John Ross' harrowing health experiences, which he has sublimated into something beautiful and deeply relatable. The Antlers
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