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about
Give Up the Mountain was written after returning to New York following some travels. It's a siren call to trade in those ideals for the chase: position, money; to rejoin society; to play your part in the same old story; to break up and love again.
lyrics
Saw it coming from 90 miles away.
Knew it would catch us, run us over someday.
Sat there, let it, watched it play out.
Sat there, let it, watched it play out.
No “I told you, I told you so’s.”
‘Cause he looked real cute in his polo shirt.
No “I told you, I told you so’s.”
Either way the wheel spins, someone’s getting hurt.
That’s just the way it goes.
Take on your roles and participate.
That’s just the way it goes.
Give up the mountain for your love and hate.
Tried to dodge it on an Amtrak train.
Knew it would find us, fish us out someday.
Sat there, nodded off, rode while waiting.
Sat there, nodded off, rode while waiting.
No “I told you, I told you so’s.”
‘Cause he looked real cute mouth hanging open.
No “I told you, I told you so’s.”
‘Cause you loved him as much as you hated him for it.
That’s just the way it goes.
Take on their troubles, give into emotions.
That’s just the way it goes.
You burn in your hot tub and give up the ocean.
Headed straight for it like a dart to its board.
Knew it would barge in, break down our door.
So we cursed, cried, cut off before it.
Cursed, cried, cut off before it.
No “I told you, I told you so’s.”
‘Cause he looked real cute when you spit on his face.
No “I told you, I told you so’s.”
Either way we tried, it would be a mistake.
That’s just the way it goes.
Take on the pleasure, get the pain.
That’s just the way it goes.
Give up the mountain for your love and hate.
Give up the mountain for your New York state.
Give up the mountain for your garbage dump.
Give up the mountain for your baby bump.
GIve up the mountain for your tree stump.
Give up the mountain for Devil Trump.
Give up the mountain for pump, pump, pump.
credits
released July 30, 2021
Amber Weinstock - lyrics, vocals, rhythm guitar
Raphael Tombasco - bass, harmonica
Nate Brown - drums
Luke Brown - lead guitar
Recorded by Hunter Davidson at Business District Recording
Mastered by Adam Boose at Cauliflower Audio Mastering
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