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!
Very similar to Lost Wisdom Pt.1 but just wanted to write it all out!
So this is how I play the song. Suggestions and corrections welcome!
(Note: Play the "E" as an open chord on the 1st fret, and play the "Ebm" as a
bar chord on the 6th fret.)
Abm F# E Ebm x5
Abm F# Abm E C#m B
Abm E Abm F# E Ebm
Abm
I think the screaming wind said my name,
F#
significance found in rocks,
Abm E
then the mountain slowly blowing
C#m B
and the river,
Abm
lost wisdom returns.
E
And the sound of the river sighing,
"Here's your home."
Abm F# Abm F#
e|-------------|-------------|
B|-------------|-------------|
G|-------------|-------------|
D|-----------1-|-------------|
A|---6-4-2-----|---6-4-2-4---|
E|-4-------2---|-4-----------|
Abm
Under the ashes, waking up,
F#
and blue dusk slowly revealing.
Abm E C#m B
Seeing the moon in the middle of the day,
Abm
the gleaming stone
E
cuts streams; I've been living, sleeping.
Abm F# Abm F#
e|-------------|-------------|
B|-------------|-------------|
G|-------------|-------------|
D|-----------1-|-------------|
A|---6-4-2-----|---6-4-2-4---|
E|-4-------2---|-4-----------|
Abm
Now the world is flaming,
F#
or is it clouds rising through the trees on the ridge?
Abm E C#m B
I know the world is a flaming house
Abm
and what I hold
E
I will be grieving,
Abm
and lost wisdom returns,
F#
watching dust dancing,
E
living a long life, growing towards form,
Ebm
awareness persistently fleeting,
Abm
and the song that cuts through the fog sometimes
F#
is lost in rainy evenings.
E
Wrapped in fog
in the depths of the house,
Ebm
I followed a sound further in
Abm
and I saw you.
So this is how I play the song. Suggestions and corrections welcome!
(Note: Play the "E" as an open chord on the 1st fret, and play the "Ebm" as a
bar chord on the 6th fret.)
Abm F# E Ebm x5
Abm F# Abm E C#m B
Abm E Abm F# E Ebm
Abm
I think the screaming wind said my name,
F#
significance found in rocks,
Abm E
then the mountain slowly blowing
C#m B
and the river,
Abm
lost wisdom returns.
E
And the sound of the river sighing,
"Here's your home."
Abm F# Abm F#
e|-------------|-------------|
B|-------------|-------------|
G|-------------|-------------|
D|-----------1-|-------------|
A|---6-4-2-----|---6-4-2-4---|
E|-4-------2---|-4-----------|
Abm
Under the ashes, waking up,
F#
and blue dusk slowly revealing.
Abm E C#m B
Seeing the moon in the middle of the day,
Abm
the gleaming stone
E
cuts streams; I've been living, sleeping.
Abm F# Abm F#
e|-------------|-------------|
B|-------------|-------------|
G|-------------|-------------|
D|-----------1-|-------------|
A|---6-4-2-----|---6-4-2-4---|
E|-4-------2---|-4-----------|
Abm
Now the world is flaming,
F#
or is it clouds rising through the trees on the ridge?
Abm E C#m B
I know the world is a flaming house
Abm
and what I hold
E
I will be grieving,
Abm
and lost wisdom returns,
F#
watching dust dancing,
E
living a long life, growing towards form,
Ebm
awareness persistently fleeting,
Abm
and the song that cuts through the fog sometimes
F#
is lost in rainy evenings.
E
Wrapped in fog
in the depths of the house,
Ebm
I followed a sound further in
Abm
and I saw you.
Mountain Faith
Mountain Heart
Mountain Sounds
Mountain Station
Mountains Like W (...)
Mouth and Little (...)
Mouth And Macnea (...)
Moveis Coloniais (...)
Movimiento Origi (...)
Moving Castles