From the new compilation 'While No One Was Looking: Toasting 20 Years of Bloodshot Records,' featuring Andrew Bird, Blitzen Trapper, Superchunk, Chuck Ragan, Nicki Bluhm, Ted Leo, Ben Kweller, Chris Shiflett (of Foo Fighters), Into It. Over It., and more covering songs from Bloodshot Records' 20-year history. Pre-order now: https://www.bloodshotrecords.com/album/while-no-one-was-looking-toasting-20-years-bloodshot-records

While No One Was Looking: Toasting 20 Years of Bloodshot Records

To Be Young (Is to Be Sad, Is to Be High)

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"To Be Young (Is To Be Sad, Is To Be High)" by Blitzen Trapper (Ryan Adams cover)

She left a book of matches in my shoe
And something handwritten on a leaf
I tried to read it but the wind blew through
And took both page and disbelief

She made her tea in silence loud as bells
Then stirred it with a spoon she claimed could tell

She keeps my lighter in a mason jar
Behind the gloves she wears for sleep
Says she only lights it when the doors feel far
Or when the carpet starts to weep

We slow danced once in traffic, just for show
A red light held us like a hymn
She said I loved like bread that’s gone too slow
But still too warm to throw out grim

She folded notes and slipped them into fruit
Each one said, “Don’t worry, stay acute”

She keeps my lighter in a drawer of keys
To locks that neither of us own
Says it hums when someone mentions knees
Or when she dreams of Styrofoam

She kissed me once while fixing up her sink
I held the wrench, she held her breath
We talked about how water makes you think
And how the leak resembled death

She laughed, then cried, then wiped her face with grout
And said, “It’s fine, I’ll just reroute”

She keeps my lighter in a paper cup
It floats inside her winter coat
Says it’s for the days she won’t show up
But still wants someone else to note

She once said love’s a weathered porch in spring
You sit too long, the wood gets sore
I said, “That’s fair, but I don’t mind the sting”
She smiled, then left through the screen door

I keep a spot for her on checkout lanes
Where silence blooms between the grains

She keeps my lighter in her coat somewhere
Among receipts and lucky thread
I saw her last beneath the fairground glare
And said hello, but just in my head

Receipt for a Styrofoam Dream

Bébé, veux-tu me tenir dans tes bras ce soir et emporter tous mes soucis ?

Bébé, veux-tu

Our cover/translation of Nordman
"Det sista du ser".

Oh, I wish it could go on forever,
What I hold with you, my heart.
But I promise when it all must end,
The last you'll see is me.
The last you'll hear is me.

Do you see the ice retreating, breaking?
Soon the bay runs free.
Once we sat where the red sun faded—
The last to burn were we.
The last to be were we.

You are my life.
If we only have hours to spare,
Then stay, love, and breathe with me there.
It’s never too late—
Though one must go,
There’s something more
In the new that waits for thee,
And the last you’ll see is me.

Now run through your fields of flowers,
The dusk begins to rise.
And when the night snuffs out the candle,
The last you’ll see is me.
The last you’ll hear is me.

Time will gather us like rain in oceans,
It won’t forget your name.
Should you fear this grave of stars that glisten,
The last you’ll see is me.
The last you’ll hear is me.

You are my life.
If we only have hours to spare,
Then stay, love, and breathe with me there.
It’s never too late—
Though one must go,
There’s something more
In the new that waits for thee,
And the last you’ll see is me.

My little light, my wildflower soul,
If the wind must take its toll,
Know I will wait, beyond the sea—
And the last you’ll see is me.

You are my life.
If we only have hours to spare,
Then live with me—just one more prayer.
It’s never too late—
Though one must go,
There’s something more
In the new that waits for thee,
And the last you’ll see is me.
Yes, the last you’ll see is me.
The last you’ll hear… is me.

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