I have said it before, and will say it again: Iron & Wine songs make me wish I was laid out in a grassy field, rolling under trees with one eye closed and one eye gathering all the world's beauty. When others attempt something similar, it too often ends in clumsy and ineffective placements. Upon listening, I end up in a field of horse manure, or worse, knee-deep in mud with the bad aftertaste of hay in my mouth. No thanks. But Sam, you can bring out that country plain, a breezy and warm living, and a timeless moment with endless dreaming. I'm reminded of a longing Cormac McCarthy would extend to John Grady. A defeated sigh but knee-deep in love with the land and leaves. He manages to serenade the senses while freeing them to live the life on a rustic path. Here is another perfect example, a new one called "Half Moon":
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