I was listening to Will Oldham, And he sings this line, 'When you live like a hermit You forget what you know', And I am once more in constant solitude, And I'm remembering more now than ever. There's a lot to be said for downy bearded isolation.
I was listening to the voices That offuscate my head; And I live still like a hermit, And drink like the snow, And my thoughts scatter like birds upon the hill. But if I disappear forever, There's something I have left For those with ears to listen or the heart to care. Yes, 'You will miss me when I burn'