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The Fold

from Departure by The Soft Hills

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lying in a vacant lot, sucking on alcohol
there’s no way he can make it, no one’s gonna save him, it’s over
turn another headstone, memories burn up fast
suddenly there’s nothing left and you’re faced with the moment
swallowed by a blackhole, gotta get out somehow
you’re building up your last defense but the ship’s going under

oh the weight of the fold, I can't bear
when the pendulum falls, no more cares

crawling across the wood beams, he’s staring down on me
cannot understand the meaning of his glance it’s a wonder
words are coming out wrong, nothing but empty lines
the nature of existence leaves you feeling sick, God it’s hopeless

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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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