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lyrics
The first music that was made
Was probably coming from a man in pain
Probably dreaming of a girl
Who ripped his whole heart open wide
Left him for the ages singing
But lonely
My god, I must confess
I look at the lights of Los Angeles
I look at the streets and I’m sure
That I’m not the first man
Who’s gone and sang this song
But since I started singing it I don’t feel lonely
True, I’m blowing my lines
True, I’m always claiming
That even if the words are wrong
The only thing that matters
Is nailing the feeling
I know I have to die
But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try
To fill the moments while I’m alive
With all the music I feel inside
When you’re around me, I’m alive
Hang on, children — we’re alive
Hang on, pilgrims — we’re alive
Hang on, seekers — we’re alive
Hang on, losers — we’re alive
Hang on, heartbreak — we’re alive
Hang on, sickness — we’re alive
Hang on, anger — we’re alive
Hang on, broken — we’re alive
Even a hundred years of pain’s worth this ride
Nine, ten breaths
I can’t believe I’ve even had one breath
That was all mine
I learned
When I was five
That I’d have an ending
No bow
No curtain call
No velvet descending
They said that all flesh had battled
But kid, the clocks clinched every war
I said, “Maybe I’ll be the one who can’t be ended
Maybe I’ll be the one who can not fall”
But as I grew
I slowly found myself aware for once and all
That I could not be helped
Yet, the strangest hope
Began to cloak me in my dreams
I could sense the darkness
I was in before I’d breathed
I was once the nothing
And the nothing wasn’t bad
Thank you for my something
I was here
It was grand
I can’t say I’m not scared to bend
But I’ll keep singing till the end
My god, I must confess
I look at the lights of Los Angeles
I look at the streets and I’m sure
That I’m not the first man
Who’s gone and sang this song
But since I started singing it I don’t feel lonely
I wrote this music for you
Each note a searchlight for you
I wrote it all
But you wrote
Me
This is undoubtedly my single favorite album of all time. It feels like such a perfect culmination of all the themes and ideas Fleet Foxes has been working with since 2008. It answers many of the questions found on both Helplessness Blues and Crack-Up, and represents an incredible maturation and growth in Robin Pecknold's perspective. Their other albums are certainly masterpieces, but this, in my opinion, is their magnum opus. I doubt it will be recognized as such in its time. isaiah_stuart
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023