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!
F
I sing to you
C
I sing to you, Geneviève
Am
I sing to you
Dm
You don't exist
G F Am
I sing to you though
F Am
When I address you, who am I talking to?
F Am
Standing in the front yard like an open wound
Dm G F Am
Repeating "I love you", to who?
F G Am
I recorded all these songs about the echoes in our house now
Dm Gsus
And walked out the door to play them on a stage
F
But I sing to you
Am
I picture you, when we first met, you were 22
F
And I drove my truck onto the ferry to Victoria in the morning
Em
Where we met and talked forever in your apartment with evening falling
Am
So I brought my blankets in and slept on the floor right next to your bed
F
In the morning, barely awake, I saw you standing right above me
Em
Peeling an orange and looking hungry, "Do you want some?" you asked me
Am
And then just avalanched into me with pieces of orange
G
And weight and kissing and certainty
F
I remember you a few days later in Tofino
Am
Where we'd driven to play a show you'd set up for us at a surf shop to no one
F
Then we slept in the back of my truck and got woken up by the cops
Em
And so went down to the fishing boat docks to ask whoever for a ride
Am
Across the water to Meares Island to just get left there for the day
F
And we did, and brought some food to eat and went through the big trees
Em
Abandoned and in love, totally insane, apart from the rest of the world
Am
We had finally found each other in the universe
F
Lying on the rocks, waiting for the boat to come pick us up
Em
I read the one book we had with us aloud
Am
With my head on your lap, sinking into you, Tintin in Tibet in French
F Em
And we thought of devotion and snow and distant longing in the Himalayan air
Am
High and cold, with a bell ringing out
F
Then right before you died, thirteen years later in our house
Am F
I remember through your gasping for oxygen, you explained that you were thinking about that high, cold air
Em
Wrapping the globe, singing above the mountains of the gods
F Am
And I do picture you there, molecules dancing
G G
But I'd rather you were in the house watching the unfolding everyday life of this good daughter we made
Dm Gsus
Instead of being scattered by the wind for no reason
F
So I sing to you
I sing to you
C
I sing to you, Geneviève
Am
I sing to you
Dm
You don't exist
G F Am
I sing to you though
F Am
When I address you, who am I talking to?
F Am
Standing in the front yard like an open wound
Dm G F Am
Repeating "I love you", to who?
F G Am
I recorded all these songs about the echoes in our house now
Dm Gsus
And walked out the door to play them on a stage
F
But I sing to you
Am
I picture you, when we first met, you were 22
F
And I drove my truck onto the ferry to Victoria in the morning
Em
Where we met and talked forever in your apartment with evening falling
Am
So I brought my blankets in and slept on the floor right next to your bed
F
In the morning, barely awake, I saw you standing right above me
Em
Peeling an orange and looking hungry, "Do you want some?" you asked me
Am
And then just avalanched into me with pieces of orange
G
And weight and kissing and certainty
F
I remember you a few days later in Tofino
Am
Where we'd driven to play a show you'd set up for us at a surf shop to no one
F
Then we slept in the back of my truck and got woken up by the cops
Em
And so went down to the fishing boat docks to ask whoever for a ride
Am
Across the water to Meares Island to just get left there for the day
F
And we did, and brought some food to eat and went through the big trees
Em
Abandoned and in love, totally insane, apart from the rest of the world
Am
We had finally found each other in the universe
F
Lying on the rocks, waiting for the boat to come pick us up
Em
I read the one book we had with us aloud
Am
With my head on your lap, sinking into you, Tintin in Tibet in French
F Em
And we thought of devotion and snow and distant longing in the Himalayan air
Am
High and cold, with a bell ringing out
F
Then right before you died, thirteen years later in our house
Am F
I remember through your gasping for oxygen, you explained that you were thinking about that high, cold air
Em
Wrapping the globe, singing above the mountains of the gods
F Am
And I do picture you there, molecules dancing
G G
But I'd rather you were in the house watching the unfolding everyday life of this good daughter we made
Dm Gsus
Instead of being scattered by the wind for no reason
F
So I sing to you
Mountain Faith
Mountain Heart
Mountain Sounds
Mountain Station
Mountains Like W (...)
Mouth and Little (...)
Mouth And Macnea (...)
Moveis Coloniais (...)
Movimiento Origi (...)
Moving Castles