Written/recorded November 2011, finished February 2012.
lyrics
"In the mountains, there you feel free.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
In the mountains, there you feel free."
In the dark, all alone
In my bed, no one's home
Waiting for the days to pass
Hoping this won't last
"April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow."
Drink too much, you're still not here
I'm inside out, trying to disappear
I'm hungover, it's overcast
I'm waiting for it to come on back
"And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s, My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
In the mountains, there you feel free."
I know we are built to last
Sometimes it's all too fast
Looking back at it all
I never thought that we would fall
"In the mountains, there you feel free.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
In the mountains, there you feel free."
credits
from By the Sea,
released April 24, 2012
Guitar/vocals: Daniel
Loops: DigiTech JamMan Stereo
Reverb: GarageBand
Additional vocals: T.S. Eliot
Audio is of Eliot reading sections of his poem, "The Waste Land."
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