If I seem much different,
More removed,
If I seem distracted,
It’s not from you.
If I’m really here now,
In a place and time,
Does someone look just like me on another side?
If you receive a letter in two-thousand twelve,
It could be the last letter you could send to yourself.
On an endless ladder,
Climbing higher,
Climbing higher,
Crawling out...
On an endless ladder,
Climbing higher...
So I feel much different...
So confused...
So I feel refracted...
Split in twenty-two...
So I’m really here now,
In a place and time,
(Though I know I might not be on another side.)
If I receive a letter from 2017,
I would know how to read it, but not what it means.
On an endless ladder,
Climbing higher,
Climbing higher,
Crawling up...
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
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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