Mixtape One
by Pinegrove
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Digital Album
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On Jet Lag
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DAYS
04:25
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The Metronome
03:13
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Recycling
04:44
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released 01 January 2010
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Pinegrove is a fourpiece rock hard at work in the promotion of introspective partying! We are a band living out their dreams in a reflective lattice of flavor and strength!! From the glass-lined tanks of old latrobe... we tender this premium aural experience!!! ... more
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May 23Brooklyn, NY
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Mar 2013 -
Feb 2012 -
Jan 2010
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- Track Name: On Jet Lag
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On Jet Lag
by Pinegrove
Don't tell me that the west has won;
we worked hard to reverse that notion.
Closer than anyone, but we're not for each other, no:
I've got to crack my eyes to watch the wind blow.
Cat's Cradle is a fable, we all know that.
Soon as I can I will slide that under the table.
I met your mother and you father & I liked them;
they bicker the way we bicker,
the way we bicker.
A black cat just snuck up on me;
activities and distractions are my remedy.
You're writing by lamp light, you're writing by the moon rise:
a stark contrast to the Montclairian buzz skies.
Cat's Cradle is a fable, we all know that.
Soon as I can I will slide that under the table.
I met your mother and you father & I liked them;
they bicker the way we bicker,
back when our blood was thicker than oil
& the soil was in every spark & every pore
& everything. My departure made my nerves sting.
It's leaving a person place or thing you know you shouldn't.
On jet lag: I'm past that.
Plainly, none of this is that bad.
He said, "let me be clear this woman's crazy."
I caught a glimpse of your truth as you turned to me
& it was kind & it was stubborn, just like I'd like mine to be
so I will dissuade, I will just sleep.
I can be patient, probably. - Track Name: DAYS
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DAYS
by Pinegrove
I'm in bed for days
with a toothache.
I've been dead for days.
Oo.oO in the summertime.
Oo.oO when I'm so inclined.
I'm in bed for days
with a toothache.
I've been dead for days.
Oo.oO in the summertime.
Oo.oO when I'm so inclined.
Oo.oO you're that jagged line:
you're my heartbeat.
You're my heartbeat!
I flip the on-switch,
I mark where I tread!
I put the sand in my,
I put the sand in my bed! - Track Name: The Metronome
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The Metronome
by Pinegrove
The night my
necklace fell off
you fluttered through my
capillaries like a
stoned moth.
I agree with your ideas but not your tactics
so look me in the eye & be practical.
When practically there's nothing left for me to say or do,
it's only up to you.
A live ladybug
trapped between my toes.
Keep it together man,
we're all connected now.
Stay composed.
I agree with your ideas but not your tactics
so look me in the eye & be practical.
When practically there's nothing left for me to say or do,
it's only up to you.
The current picture,
the metronome:
I don't know what this is
but it's not my home.
I thought that we were
falling in love
but we weren't;
only I was.
I agree with your ideas but not your tactics
so look me in the eye & be practical.
When practically there's nothing left for me to say or do,
it's only up to you. - Track Name: Recycling
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Recycling
by Pinegrove
Rolling on his back like an ocelot
crawling on his stomach you make the lids stick together
nothing really bugs me out
nothing really bugs me.
Tightening the slack on the millimeter tape
trudging through your stomach I make the walls split forever
nothing really bugs me out
nothing really bugs me
anymore. I've had enough.
Now we're on the same page.
Circling the gap like you don't know what you hold
drying out my knuckles you tucked it between the folds
nothing really bugs me out
nothing really bugs me.
Recycling the cans at the center by the boxcars
we've been carving little symbols in the bark
nothing really bugs me out
nothing really bugs me
out.
So let it go:
there's nothing I could tell you
that you don't already know.
