Robin Pecknold posted this song online, and removed it the next day. He also removed his Twitter and Facebook accounts.
This is a beautiful song. His nylon string guitar, tuned down a full step to DGCFAD, is slightly out of tune, but his vocals are beautiful.
Recorded using SoundFlower while streaming off a blog. Exported as 320kbps MP3 but may not be true bit-rate; unsure of the original upload quality.
LYRICS:
So this is how it ends
In separate beds
A wall between us
And this is how it dies
Separate our lives
In hope it heals us
I chose the love of strangers
I chose the fickle crowd
And the woman I wagered
Won’t look at me right now, not now
I know I’ve been like a house cat
Give me this
Give me that
And I know I’ll be OK
But beg for my attention
Or work for my affection
I just stare and walk away
How can I show you
I’d do all that I could do
To show you I adore you, Olivia
And the days go by
In a supplicated style
Hand me the anodynes
Oh Olivia, I still love you
And I know I will 'til I die
And this feels like common madness
Why this wasted life? Come to me
The photographer is lucky;
Does he even know my name?
Does he know I’d give it all up,
If I only could be him?
But I used all my chances
And a few after that
Now I’m floating in the ashes, Olivia
And the days go by
In a supplicated style
Hand me the anodynes
Oh Olivia, I still love you
And I know I will ’til I die
And this feels like common madness
Why this wasted life? Come to me.