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!
C
Death is real.
G
Someone’s there and then they’re not
F
and it’s not for singing about.
G
It’s not for making into art.
F9 F
When real death enters the house
Em
all poetry is dumb.
F9 F G
When I walk in
C G Am
to the room where you were
F G
and look into
C C/B F
the emptiness instead
G
all fails.
F
My knees fail.
Am
My brain fails.
C
Words fail.
G
Crusted with tears, catatonic and raw,
F Am
I go downstairs and outside and you still get mail.
C C/B Am
A week after you died a package with your name on it came
G F G
and inside was a gift for our daughter you had ordered in secret
C G Am G
and collapsed there on the front steps I wailed.
F E A5
A backpack for when she goes to school a couple years from now.
Bm C G Am
You were thinking ahead to a future you must have known deep down would not include you
G F G
though you clawed at the cliff you were sliding down, being swallowed into a
C G Am Am/G
silence that is bottomless and real.
G
It’s dumb
F
and I don’t want to learn anything from this.
Am
I love you.
Death is real.
G
Someone’s there and then they’re not
F
and it’s not for singing about.
G
It’s not for making into art.
F9 F
When real death enters the house
Em
all poetry is dumb.
F9 F G
When I walk in
C G Am
to the room where you were
F G
and look into
C C/B F
the emptiness instead
G
all fails.
F
My knees fail.
Am
My brain fails.
C
Words fail.
G
Crusted with tears, catatonic and raw,
F Am
I go downstairs and outside and you still get mail.
C C/B Am
A week after you died a package with your name on it came
G F G
and inside was a gift for our daughter you had ordered in secret
C G Am G
and collapsed there on the front steps I wailed.
F E A5
A backpack for when she goes to school a couple years from now.
Bm C G Am
You were thinking ahead to a future you must have known deep down would not include you
G F G
though you clawed at the cliff you were sliding down, being swallowed into a
C G Am Am/G
silence that is bottomless and real.
G
It’s dumb
F
and I don’t want to learn anything from this.
Am
I love you.
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