This Swedish gentleman is my newest favorite. He is the type of musician you hear and you want to hide from everyone because you know he is the real deal and real deals are often fragile. They can be spoiled by too much attention. Take Bob Dylan as the most obvious example... and The Tallest Man On Earth is the most similar artist I have ever heard to the greatly revered Bob Dylan.
This is The Tallest Man On Earth covering my favorite song on earth:
and this is him doing one of his own jams off of his debut full length: Shallow Graves, which you should purchase as soon as you possibly can.
Praise God for Kristian Matsson of Dalarna, Sweden: the Tallest Man On Earth.
i was in the coal mine picking up diamonds that the miners had left behind, behind, behind and i admired their cold shine simple & bright and i pocketed many in the cavernous night clear, when held up to the light
you belong to no one you are easy to be around cause you belong to no one you are easy to be around cause you belong to no one you are easy to be around
and i scattered them on the ground...
in the wake of your eyes it decays you despise any weight and because and because and because you give it up you are easy to be around i like to walk beside you y're so easy to be around it's like i'm not even walking beside you we are rolling along the ground one shadow made of mercury we were two till we melted down now y're easy to be around
y're easy to be around...
i was in the coal mine picking up diamonds so heavy i had to leave them all behind coming up from the mineshaft sparkling bright see me laughing having nothing in an infinite night clear, and dangling in the light
same as what you came with makes you easy to be around cause the door remains the same width y're so easy to be around both forgetting what our name is in a dance as the sun goes down
you are easy to be around y're easy to be around y're easy to be around y're easy to be around
If someone could craft masterful children's stories based on the goulache illustrations of Amy Cutler, children everywhere would weep with joy, genuflecting at the feet of such authors. Regardless, a picture is worth a thousand words: