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!
This is how I play the song. Suggestions and corrections welcome!
C#m
A C#m B C#m A C#m x2
A C#m
I've seen summons buried in more air, buried in space.
A F#m C#m
And I just lied down in the snow, buried in space.
C#m B C#m
I've seen moss covered stumps in dying light, taking on shapes.
A F#m C#m
Black wooden mythologies, I know a place.
C#m B A
Layer after layer of comprehension,
F#m A
Welling up in the morning light between two mysteries.
C#m B A F#m A
Mmm,mmm,mmm
C#m B C#m
The town rests in the valley beneath twin peaks, buried in space.
A F#m C#m
What goes on up there in the night, in that dark, blurry place?
C#m B C#m
Driving to work in the morning, we live in graves,
A F#m C#m
always trying to climb out of the hole, buried in space.
C#m B A F#m A
Mmm,mmm,mmm
C#m B A F#m
Mmm,mmm,mmm
A F#m
And the songs fade, and the singer's die,
A F#m
but my heart will not stop thumping,
A F#m
the shapes in the dark still look convincing,
C#m
so here I am.
A C#m B C#m A C#m x4
C#m
A C#m B C#m A C#m x2
A C#m
I've seen summons buried in more air, buried in space.
A F#m C#m
And I just lied down in the snow, buried in space.
C#m B C#m
I've seen moss covered stumps in dying light, taking on shapes.
A F#m C#m
Black wooden mythologies, I know a place.
C#m B A
Layer after layer of comprehension,
F#m A
Welling up in the morning light between two mysteries.
C#m B A F#m A
Mmm,mmm,mmm
C#m B C#m
The town rests in the valley beneath twin peaks, buried in space.
A F#m C#m
What goes on up there in the night, in that dark, blurry place?
C#m B C#m
Driving to work in the morning, we live in graves,
A F#m C#m
always trying to climb out of the hole, buried in space.
C#m B A F#m A
Mmm,mmm,mmm
C#m B A F#m
Mmm,mmm,mmm
A F#m
And the songs fade, and the singer's die,
A F#m
but my heart will not stop thumping,
A F#m
the shapes in the dark still look convincing,
C#m
so here I am.
A C#m B C#m A C#m x4
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