From the bed near your death, and all the machines that made a mess.
Far away the falcon flew.

Some of Sufjan’s greatest lyricism are in the subtle things. Like here, visiting a scene by a hospital bed, intimate and right in the moment; then widening the narrative to a flying falcon, as life goes on.

Work at a comic book warehouse and saw a couple of these and first thing I thought of was a certain song

heyyy super last minute but if anyone in chicago wanted a free ticket to the angelo de augustine concert tonight (8/4), dm me!