Soria Moria歌曲歌词：
Slow pulsing red tower lights
Across a distance, refuge in the dust
All my life I can remember longing
Looking across the water and seeing lights
When I was five or six, we were camping in the islands in July
The tall yellow grass and the rose hips fragrant
After sunset, island beyond island
Undulating and familiar, not far from home
With my fragrant, whittled, cedared driftwood dagger
In the mildew canvas tent
I saw fireworks many miles away but didn’t hear them
And I felt a longing, a childish melancholy
And then I went to sleep
And the aching was buried, dreaming, aging
Reaching for an idea of somewhere other than this place
That could fold me in clouded yearning
For nowhere actually reachable, the distance was the point
And then when I was twenty-four
I followed this ache to an Arctic Norwegian cabin
Where I said “**** the world” in a finally satisfying way
I stayed through the winter and emerged as an adult
Holding a letter from you, an invitation
So I flew back and drove back
And when we met in person it was instant
It didn’t matter where we lived as long as we were together
And that was really true for thirteen years
And the whole time still
Slow pulsing red tower lights
Across a distance, refuge in the dust
In January, you were alive still
But chemo had ravaged and transformed your porcelain into some other thing
Something jaundiced and ******
They put you in the hospital in Everett
So I gave the baby away and drove up and down I-5 every night
Like a satellite bringing you food that you wanted
Returning at night to sleep in our bed, cold
I went back to feel alone there
All past selves and future possibilities on hold
Well I tore through the dark on the freeway
The old yearning burning in me
I knew exactly where the road bent around
Where the trees opened up and I could see
Way above the horizon, beyond innumerable islands
The towers on top of the mountain lit up slowly, silently beaconing
As if to say “just keep going
There is a place where a wind could erase this for you
And the branches could white noise you back awake”
So I went back to feel alone there but cradled you in me
In the National Gallery in Oslo
There’s a painting called Soria Moria
A kid looks across a deep canyon of fog
At a lit up inhuman castle or something
I have not stopped looking across the water
From the few difficult spots where you can see
That the distance from this haunted house
Where I lived to Soria Moria is a real traversable space
I’m an arrow now
Mid-air
Slow pulsing red tower lights
Across a distance, refuge in the dust
Soria MoriaLRC歌词：
[00:02.02]Slow pulsing red tower lights
[00:10.66]Across a distance, refuge in the dust
[00:18.04]All my life I can remember longing
[00:26.31]Looking across the water and seeing lights
[00:32.36]When I was five or six, we were camping in the islands in July
[00:38.60]The tall yellow grass and the rose hips fragrant
[00:43.38]After sunset, island beyond island
[00:48.87]Undulating and familiar, not far from home
[00:54.31]With my fragrant, whittled, cedared driftwood dagger
[00:58.63]In the mildew canvas tent
[01:01.30]I saw fireworks many miles away but didn’t hear them
[01:06.69]And I felt a longing, a childish melancholy
[01:11.40]And then I went to sleep
[01:13.90]And the aching was buried, dreaming, aging
[01:19.74]Reaching for an idea of somewhere other than this place
[01:25.01]That could fold me in clouded yearning
[01:30.00]For nowhere actually reachable, the distance was the point
[01:45.63]And then when I was twenty-four
[01:48.27]I followed this ache to an Arctic Norwegian cabin
[01:53.95]Where I said “**** the world” in a finally satisfying way
[01:59.95]I stayed through the winter and emerged as an adult
[02:04.12]Holding a letter from you, an invitation
[02:08.82]So I flew back and drove back
[02:11.74]And when we met in person it was instant
[02:18.40]It didn’t matter where we lived as long as we were together
[02:23.22]And that was really true for thirteen years
[02:28.20]And the whole time still
[02:34.74]Slow pulsing red tower lights
[02:44.27]Across a distance, refuge in the dust
[02:56.09]In January, you were alive still
[03:00.20]But chemo had ravaged and transformed your porcelain into some other thing
[03:07.10]Something jaundiced and ******
[03:10.47]They put you in the hospital in Everett
[03:13.40]So I gave the baby away and drove up and down I-5 every night
[03:20.56]Like a satellite bringing you food that you wanted
[03:25.42]Returning at night to sleep in our bed, cold
[03:32.32]I went back to feel alone there
[03:37.14]All past selves and future possibilities on hold
[03:41.76]Well I tore through the dark on the freeway
[03:46.20]The old yearning burning in me
[03:55.12]I knew exactly where the road bent around
[04:00.12]Where the trees opened up and I could see
[04:05.36]Way above the horizon, beyond innumerable islands
[04:20.32]The towers on top of the mountain lit up slowly, silently beaconing
[04:27.32]As if to say “just keep going
[04:35.93]There is a place where a wind could erase this for you
[04:43.24]And the branches could white noise you back awake”
[04:49.93]So I went back to feel alone there but cradled you in me
[05:06.22]In the National Gallery in Oslo
[05:10.21]There’s a painting called Soria Moria
[05:15.09]A kid looks across a deep canyon of fog
[05:18.97]At a lit up inhuman castle or something
[05:32.58]I have not stopped looking across the water
[05:36.41]From the few difficult spots where you can see
[05:41.39]That the distance from this haunted house
[05:44.57]Where I lived to Soria Moria is a real traversable space
[05:54.86]I’m an arrow now
[05:59.17]Mid-air
[06:06.27]Slow pulsing red tower lights
[06:13.33]Across a distance, refuge in the dust
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Mount Eerie简介：
小简介
Mount Eerie is an Anacortes, Washington-based band fronted by Phil Elverum. Elverum is the principal member of the band, but he has collaborated with many other musicians on his records.
History
Following the release of The Microphones’ Mount Eerie album, Phil Elverum announced that he would no longer use the Microphones moniker, opting instead to record under the name Mount Eerie, after the area in Anacortes, Washington called Mount Erie. In an interview with CITR-FM’s Discorder in September 2003, Elverum gave his reasons for this change: “Mount Eerie is a new project. The Microphones was completed, or at least at a good stopping point. I did it because I am ready for new things. I am new.”[1]
Shortly after this announcement, Live in Japan, recorded during three days during Elverum’s tour in Japan in 2003, was released by K Records. Despite the fact that the album contained all new material, the album was credited to ‘The Microphones’. The quotation marks contained in the release are credited to the fact that Phil Elverum considered this to neither be a Microphones project, nor a Mount Eerie release.
Elverum at UCLA in May 2004 (a few months after switching from The Microphones to Mount Eerie). Photo by David Greenwald.Since the name change, Elverum has released a few singles, and limited vinyl-only releases. Elverum has also created a 3-LP recording of Mount Eerie titled Live in Copenhagen, released by Burnt Toast Vinyl in late 2004. The first Mount Eerie studio album was “No Flashlight” Songs of the Fulfilled Night, released on Elverum’s own label, P.W. Elverum & Sun, Ltd. at What the Heck Fest in Anacortes, WA on July 16, 2005 and commercially released on August 16, 2005. Released domestically on vinyl LP (although the LP version contained a copy of the CD), the album contained an extremely large sheet of paper containing track-by-track liner notes and pictures.
July 2007 marked the release of another ambitious project, Mount Eerie pts. 6 & 7 a 132-page, hardcover coffee-table book of his photography, packaged with a 10″ record. This book is the first large-scale publication of his photography, and possibly presents closure to the Mount Eerie song cycle started in the album Mount Eerie by the now-defunct Microphones.