Bowerbirds - Thrift Store [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

[@hviljan8678]

Thank you, Discover Weekly 🖤

[@michaelwang3306]

Reminds of a poem by Wordsworth: What though the radiance that was once so bright, be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

[@blueboyjournal]

Goodness.... I was just about to write this.

[@blueboyjournal]

A year passed and I returned here and thought again of that poem, and was just about to write it when I again saw you comment, and then again saw mine. Time's a funny thing

[@michaelwang3306]

@@blueboyjournal It’s also funny about how the flow of time can always wash away the memory until the latter inadvertently reemerges in our mind. Cheers.

[@NachiV]

Beautiful poem, beautiful comments and replies.. beautiful memories. Hope I come back years later to read this comment again

[@blueboyjournal]

20/08/2021: I picked up a shift at the shop yesterday, mostly just to see Jordan, buy him coffee, and see Roncesvalles, the stead-slow way people go on with life in that neighbourhood. The places we used to sit.

[@blueboyjournal]

25/03/2023: Sophie just left this morning, all drenched. We drank coffee and listened to Alela Diane

[@joannemacdonald5400]

Love all the newish stuff. I can easily imagine First Aid Kit doing a cover of this one. ;)

[@fabianfloresrivero6855]

kristian matsson (The Tallest Man on Earth) brought me here! what a wonderful song. Greetings from Chile

[@Trecoolerok]

can you share his video where he mentioned Bowerbirds? Thanks!

[@emilianolambrecht1583]

No use selling those lonely chairs To the void they go, and back again Now how do I keep framing these stories then? Feeling wild and wrought By some future hand Where we swung from the cables of evening's rope Where the nighthawks come tumbling through the pink and gold Tell me, how do we get back to feeling the glow Of the early years? Now, I had the fortune of growing up wild Beneath a willow tree, Midwestern sky Kept on running those little boy thighs Through the fields out back with the cabbage whites Where we swung from the cables of evening's rope Where the nighthawks come tumbling through the pink and gold Tell me, how do we get back to feeling the glow Of the early years? What’s encased in this treasure box? Some foreign coins and a mirrored watch Now I can’t quite trace these memories lost In a rattled time I just rattled off Could we swing from the cables of evening's rope? Where the nighthawks come tumbling through the pink and gold Tell me, how do we get back to feeling the glow Of the early years? Call my ex-lovers, call them one by one Was I a good man, were we on to something? Did the light come willing through the open door? Did we take our time, did we need much more? Did we swing from the cables of evening's rope? Where the nighthawks come tumbling through the pink and gold I’ve erased this history and replaced it with hope For the years to come

[@holdenmyers8973]

Thanks for this

[@therealchickentender]

Those Zizi plants are crazy in how oddly they grow and how difficult they are to kill. :)

[@Deperuse]

I was away from my apartment for 3 months. No one looked after my zizi plant. It shows no signs of damage. It now looks younger than me from when I left....

[@jonpucik]

These new songs are such a gift. Thank you!

[@dinoduckpen]

Such a beautiful song! And a great music video as well, I loved the kaleidoscope at the end.

[@justinkropa7358]

Love the solo

[@adnanahmad1051]

LP please!

[@Trecoolerok]

Guys, you alive!

[@AjDouble0games]

On time in slow mo lol 😅