"Faded From the Winter" - Iron and Wine

Hello All,

Hope you all had a good weekend; I stepped on a shark twice on Sunday, but I think I showed that fucker who’s boss (considering the fact that I squirmed like a little girl, cleary he was boss). Well, I’m dumping the few remaining 5 star rated songs from Iron and Wine for you because I really like them and I lost Roy’s DVD of new music (sorry Roy, hook it up again, please) and I heard this song all over again a few days ago and it really just knocked me on my ass.

His voice – so soothing. If you are ever in New York, in the middle of summer, he’ll be the Vick’s Vaporub that you apply to your belly button to keep cool.

His guitar – you can just “tell” that this song isn’t over-produced. Wait till you get to the 1:00 mark and you hear the guitar take you higher than ever before. It’s like he’s building and building, and his singing remains on the horizon like a boat, while his guitar picking lifts you up like you’re parasailing, further distinguishing what’s real from what’s abstract.

Oh listen to it on that 1:00 mark I tell you. A producer would probably tell him to break into a chorus or but nope, Sam just goes to town and builds up a small climax for the song. Little tidbits like this convince me that the singer is virtuous in his feelings and isn’t too concerned with making marketable music. The lyrics are poetry...even if you don’t like it, or you’re not as cheesy as me, damn....you can’t deny the imagery and world that Sam creates for his fans. And it’s the outright cries that make emo, emo or other commercial music successful. But Sam really uses more ambiguous ways to convey his feelings. It’s the sense of quiet desperation that separates him from the more obvious, surface-level romantics.

Enjoy,

-- Sonnyred

(wow, to think I actually wrote about the song today)

http://www.box.net/shared/zydn06lndl

FADED FROM THE WINTER

daddy's ghost behind you
sleeping dog beside you
you're a poem of mystery
you're the prayer inside me

spoken words like moonlight
you're the voice that i like

needlework & seedlings
in the way you're walking
to me from the timbers
faded from the winter