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Background information
Origin Duluth, Minnesota, United States
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Slowcore
Years active 1993—present
Label(s) Sub Pop
Kranky Records
Website Website
Members
Alan Sparhawk
Mimi Parker
Steve Garrington
Former members
John Nichols
Zak Sally
Matt Livingston



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Low Album


C'mon (04/12/2011)
04/12/2011
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You try to sleep
'cause there's never enough
You try to sleep
But then you never wake up
Inside the dream
You take a step
You come to see
To see your debt

Try to sleep
Don't look at the camera
Try to sleep

You stretch your wings
You take a breath
You hide your feet
Embrace your head
A tragedy
No, there's never enough
You try to sleep
But then you never wake up

Try to sleep
Don't look at the camera
Try to sleep

But then you never wake up

. . .


Quakin' with the ground
See my smile
Watch you frown
Pick it up
Lay it down
Life's too short to be your clown
Your clown

You see everything, but I don't

Lift up the veil
Get me out of this well
On the shore
We recline
Come on in
The water's fine
So fine

You see everything, but I don't

. . .


You played the part of the one who was taken down by gods
All I could think about was how a guy like me could fight them off
And when you finally submitted to embarrassing capture
Out of the corner of my eye I see my children in rapture

One night I got up and told my father there were witches in my room
He gave me a baseball bat and said here's what you do
When you have finally submitted to embarrassing capture
Take out that baseball bat and show those witches some pasture

All you guys out there tryin' to act like Al Green
All you guys out there tryin' to act like Al Green, you're all weak
Cause when you've finally submitted to embarrassing capture
All you guys out there gonna wish you were Al Green

. . .


Left my land
To the wind and the sand
With blood on my lips
And silver in hand
And I'm weary and stumblin'
In the desert heat
Where raindrops
They burn up
Before they reach your cheek

And if you see my love
Tell her I'm done

. . .


Cry me a river
So I can float over to you
The bearer to deliver the news
I'm over the moon
And underfoot
All these elixirs would be moot

'cause if we knew where we belong
There'd be no doubt where we're from
But as it stands, we don't have a clue
Especially me and probably you

You've fallen in a slumber
Just wake one more time
To miss or put asunder
Would be a crime
Some songs feel like butter
Some songs sound like cake
This little number is for your sake

'cause if we knew where we belong
There'd be no doubt where we're from
But as it stands, we don't have a clue
Especially me and probably you

'cause if we knew where we belong
There'd be no doubt where we're from
But as it stands, we all need the truth
Especially me and probably you
Definitely you

. . .


A heart that won't burst
And lips that don't thirst
I thought of you first

My love is for free, my love
My love is for free
My love is for free, my love
My love is for free

The breath of a bird
A voice never heard
But you knew every word

My love is for free, my love
My love is for free
My love is for free, my love
My love is for free

The dream is enough
The price is too much
But it's nothing to us

My love is for free, my love
My love is for free
My love is for free, my love
My love is for free

. . .


See how they twist 'round the room,
Oh majesty, oh magic.
How could they leave us so soon?
Oh majesty, oh magic,
Oh majesty, oh magic,
Oh majesty, oh magic,
Oh majesty, oh magic,
Oh majesty, oh magic.

. . .


Sunrise and I see her eyes, oh why'd you come, and oh why?
I turn and you break the spell, I try to tell, but I don't

Oh nightingale, oh nightingale
Oh nightingale don't you cry

So sad and my eyes go dead
So red, so empty, so red

You smile I chase my tail
You laugh like hell, but I don't

Oh nightingale, oh nightingale
Oh nightingale don't you cry
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry

Oh nightingale
Oh nightingale
Oh nightingale
Oh nightingale
Oh nightingale
Oh nightingale

. . .


I would be your king
But you wanna be free
Confusion and art
I'm nothing but heart

. . .


As a child i hid between the pages
Cutting secret phrases overhead
But things we turn our back on when we're older
Only drag us back into our bed

Something's turning over
You'd better get out while you can
Something's turning over

Angels setting fire to the ocean
Pirates making liars out of men
No, i don't think we'll ever see their faces
I don't think we'll ever see the end

Something's turning over
You'd better get out while you can
Something's turning over

Get out while you're young

Every now and then i feel them breathing
Moving through the rooms so quietly
And just because you never hear their voices
Don't mean they won't kill you in your sleep

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