there's a station not far from here
i think i'll buy a pack of smokes
and whisper in somebody's ear
let's pack up our shit and go
i got a mountain
let's climb a mountain
ascend up the mountain in my brain
and in my pocket
i got the compass
that's gonna take me where the cloud's full of rain
i don't got time
to choose this way or that
so i'm gonna shut the fuck up and go
i'll spend another night
with my mouth on the bottle
oozing words i'm barely choosing to throw
i got a mountain
let's climb a mountain
let's walk till our legs bend askew
i heard some words that
somebody told me
that i'll never have the nerve to ask you
now i'm wandering
atop a peak
and the motion of the ground makes me ill
so now i'm picking
among the abscess
of which perversion i should choose to distill
atop a mountain
let's climb a mountain
and plunge into the distance below
somebody heard me
forget the answer
because now i think i'm taking it slow
Pale Spring’s first two albums come to vinyl at last, full of moody, low-lit, trip-hop inspired songs with tender, haunting vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 16, 2021