Love the instrumentation, the space between the harmonies and the simple, simple parts....hard to beat a stand-up, too. Also, I think I am predisposed to love any song named after my beloved home state or its pinnacle city, as well as those with this certain sentimental feeling.
Sound of it's wind blowing through our subtle lives.
And I have a job to do walking these cars,
Walking all this sleep to get to you.
And I have a job to do walking these cars,
Walking all this sleep to get to you.
But I don't feel you stir beside me,
And you're not in my morning hours.
Some ties are made to break,
Some stalks grow high and green to rot away,
And feel the weight.
And these lines tell a truth,
These city veins answer all we do.
So could you keep me in the pulses?
Could you keep me in the sound?
I got wise and I got old
Not once, not once did I fold
So don't you now
Maybe you bet on me
While we were still young enough to know
What to believe
For every year you took,
For every soft breath or loving look,
Believe me,
And don't keep me like you have me
And don't kiss me like you don't
I got wise and I got old,
Not once, not once did I fold,
So don't you now.
Some land holds a home,
Some of my years only hold me to roam.
But I tell myself it's true
You see a home, you see a man
You see it too.
And I say "Don't you know you have her,
Go on kiss her now you boy."
I got wise and I got old,
Not once, not once did I fall,
So don't you now.
I got wise and I got old,
Not once, not once did I fall,
So don't you now."
~New York
Blind Pilot, We Are the Tide
And you're not in my morning hours.
Some ties are made to break,
Some stalks grow high and green to rot away,
And feel the weight.
And these lines tell a truth,
These city veins answer all we do.
So could you keep me in the pulses?
Could you keep me in the sound?
I got wise and I got old
Not once, not once did I fold
So don't you now
Maybe you bet on me
While we were still young enough to know
What to believe
For every year you took,
For every soft breath or loving look,
Believe me,
And don't keep me like you have me
And don't kiss me like you don't
I got wise and I got old,
Not once, not once did I fold,
So don't you now.
Some land holds a home,
Some of my years only hold me to roam.
But I tell myself it's true
You see a home, you see a man
You see it too.
And I say "Don't you know you have her,
Go on kiss her now you boy."
I got wise and I got old,
Not once, not once did I fall,
So don't you now.
I got wise and I got old,
Not once, not once did I fall,
So don't you now."
~New York
Blind Pilot, We Are the Tide
