Right In The Moment This Order’s Tall

Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: HIDDEN GEMS (SONGS THAT MISSED THE TOP OF THE CHARTS

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 This is a theme I find very interesting. I thought of a number of tracks I love, and yet I know they failed miserably in the charts – which can never really be a totally accurate measure of a great song. The sausage roll songs winning the Number One spot for the past three years is proof of that (I love that couple by the way, I am just trying to explain why charts success does not accurately capture the quality of a song).

The song I have chosen is very popular, but I believe from what I have read that when Bon Iver first released the track “Skinny Love” it did not do so great in the charts. Yet my how this song is loved – and when Birdy recorded it later, her version did much much better in the charts (I cannot resist tagging Birdy’s version to the bottom of this post).

I like both versions, but credit goes to Justin Vernon of course for writing the song. This is “Skinny Love”.

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in this moment this order's tall

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And in the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in light brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?

Now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
Ooh, ooh

Written by: Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon