Biografía:
Mount Eerie es una montaña en el estado de Washington. La misma en la que Phil Elvrum (Ex-The Microphones) creció (a los pies del bosque donde vivió de niño) y le da nombre a su proyecto más reciente.
Su último álbum bajo el seudónimo The Microphones se llamó Mount Eerie, y es bajo este alias justamente que Phil Elvrum sigue editando sus trabajos.
"Phil Elvrum es quizás uno de los compositores más innovadores de la escena actual, que no teme adentrarse en la senda arriesgada y personal de sus precursores en el lo fi.
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Otras canciones:
- Between Two Mysteries
- Climb Over
- Crow
- Crow Pt 2
- Dont Smoke
- Dragon
- Forest Fire
- Grave Robbers
- Great Ghosts
- House Shape
- I Say No
- I Walked Home Beholding
- If We Knew
- Lost Wisdom
- Lost Wisdom Part 2
- Moon Sequel
- My Burning
- My Chasm
- Now Only
- O My Heart
- Ocean Roar
- Pumpkin
- Ravens
- Real Death
- Seaweed
- Soria Moria
- Stones Ode
- Swims
- The Blow Part 2
- The Place I Live
- The Place Lives
- This
- Through The Trees Part 2
- Tintin In Tibet
- Toothbrushtrash
- Turmoil
- Uh Oh Its Mourning Time Again
- Uh
- Voice In Headphones
- When I Take Out The Garbage At Night
- Who
- Winds Dark Poem
- You Swan Go On
- Youth
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
F G Am G C G
[Verse]
F G
The year moves on without you in it
Am G
Now it is fall without you
F G
I had to close the windows and doors without you coming through
Am G
I kept them open for as long as I could
C G
But the baby got cold
F G
I watched the calendar bulldoze
[Instrumental]
F G Am G
C G
This whole past summer was a lingering heat wave
F G
And I remember late August, our open bedroom window
F
Going through your things with the fan blowing
G
And the sound of helicopters and the smell of smoke
C G F
From the forest fire that was growing, billowing just on the edge of town where we used to swim
G Am
They say a natural, cleansing devastation burning the understory, erasing trails
G
There is no end
C
But when I'm kneeling in the heat
G
Throwing out your underwear
F
The devastation is not natural or good
G
You do belong here
F G
I reject nature, I disagree
C
In the hazy light of forest fire smoke
G
I looked across at the refineries
F G
And thought that the world was actually constantly ending
F G
And the smell and roar of the asphalt truck that was idling just out the window, tearing up our street
C G
I missed you, of course
F G
And I remember thinking the last time it rained here you were alive still
F G
And that this same long heat that I was in contained you
C G
And in this same heat I open the window next to you
F
On your last morning
G F G
So you could breathe and then so you could ghost away
C G
And now so the room will hopefully
F Em
Stop whispering
F G
The grind of time I'm not keeping up with
Am G
The leaf on the ground pokes at my slumbering grief
F G C
Walking around, severed, lumbering
Em F G
But slowly sovereignty reasserts itself
Am G
I don't want it though
Am G
And betrayal whines
Am G
Who and how could I
Am/F
Live?
F G Am G C G
[Verse]
F G
The year moves on without you in it
Am G
Now it is fall without you
F G
I had to close the windows and doors without you coming through
Am G
I kept them open for as long as I could
C G
But the baby got cold
F G
I watched the calendar bulldoze
[Instrumental]
F G Am G
C G
This whole past summer was a lingering heat wave
F G
And I remember late August, our open bedroom window
F
Going through your things with the fan blowing
G
And the sound of helicopters and the smell of smoke
C G F
From the forest fire that was growing, billowing just on the edge of town where we used to swim
G Am
They say a natural, cleansing devastation burning the understory, erasing trails
G
There is no end
C
But when I'm kneeling in the heat
G
Throwing out your underwear
F
The devastation is not natural or good
G
You do belong here
F G
I reject nature, I disagree
C
In the hazy light of forest fire smoke
G
I looked across at the refineries
F G
And thought that the world was actually constantly ending
F G
And the smell and roar of the asphalt truck that was idling just out the window, tearing up our street
C G
I missed you, of course
F G
And I remember thinking the last time it rained here you were alive still
F G
And that this same long heat that I was in contained you
C G
And in this same heat I open the window next to you
F
On your last morning
G F G
So you could breathe and then so you could ghost away
C G
And now so the room will hopefully
F Em
Stop whispering
F G
The grind of time I'm not keeping up with
Am G
The leaf on the ground pokes at my slumbering grief
F G C
Walking around, severed, lumbering
Em F G
But slowly sovereignty reasserts itself
Am G
I don't want it though
Am G
And betrayal whines
Am G
Who and how could I
Am/F
Live?
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