Biografia:
Mount Eerie é uma banda de lo-fi de Anacortes, Washington, que tem como líder Phil Elverum. Elverum também participou da banda chamada The Microphones.
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Outras músicas:
- 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
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Death is real.
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Someone’s there and then they’re not
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and it’s not for singing about.
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It’s not for making into art.
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When real death enters the house
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all poetry is dumb.
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When I walk in
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to the room where you were
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and look into
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the emptiness instead
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all fails.
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My knees fail.
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My brain fails.
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Words fail.
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Crusted with tears, catatonic and raw,
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I go downstairs and outside and you still get mail.
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A week after you died a package with your name on it came
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and inside was a gift for our daughter you had ordered in secret
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and collapsed there on the front steps I wailed.
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A backpack for when she goes to school a couple years from now.
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You were thinking ahead to a future you must have known deep down would not include you
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though you clawed at the cliff you were sliding down, being swallowed into a
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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.
Mountain Faith
Mountain Heart
Mountain Sounds
Mountain Station
Mountains Like W (...)
Mouth and Little (...)
Mouth And Macnea (...)
Moveis Coloniais (...)
Movimiento Origi (...)
Moving Castles