Broom of Wind - Mount Eerie

Composed by：Phil Elverum

Produced by：Phil Elverum

Sweeping with an old broom

Whose straw keeps chunking off

For me to sweep up

When my life is worn to a nub

I too will be swept up

Eventually

By the same thing I once came from

I too am a chunk broken off

From the broom of wind

But for now I pass across the land

Like everyone a piece of wind

A little confluence

Only the occurrence of a person