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Golden Hour

from Departure by The Soft Hills

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everybody’s busy, everybody’s mad
trying to find a way out, the fuse it burning fast
monsters in the city, bogie’s underground
they’re fucking with your life support, trying to pull you down
won’t you break free, I’m leaving

ooh now we’re out on our own
it’s beautiful
yeah we got so much to give
our cup is full
look how the hour’s turning gold
so unreal

choking while you’re living, the pressures’ closing in
man you’re going to crack up, the rabble never ends
always thinking money, like gluttons on a binge
we’re puppets on the wings of doom, the future’s looking grim
won’t you break free, we’re leaving

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from Departure, released March 7, 2014

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The Soft Hills Los Angeles, California

LA-based project The Soft Hills create a visceral take on soft-psych indie rock, calling to mind the hypnotic melancholy of the Red House Painters as well as contemporaries like Grizzly Bear or Radiohead.

Songwriter Garrett Hobba started the project in Seattle in 2007. The band, which involves a rotating door of friends and musicians, has toured several times through the US and Europe.
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