Meridian

by Pinegrove

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davekillcountysmith
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davekillcountysmith Two of the four songs off the first ep get a full band workout, here. And they sound all the better for it. I know most will have fallen in love with the band at Cardinal, but this is my favourite album of theirs. Over My Shoulder and Peeling Off the Bark is one of the best combos you will hear anywhere. Favorite track: Peeling Off The Bark.
Simon
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Simon Hard to choose a favourite track from the album - they are all good although The Metronome does stand out lyrically. Favorite track: The Metronome.
Jonathon Reed
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Jonathon Reed Uncontained indie rock with Evan Stephens Hall’s crooning vocals leading the charge. Heavy on the cymbal. I’d love to hear acoustic versions of their songs. Favorite track: Recycling.
matt schultz
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matt schultz one of my favorite albums ever. Pinegrove might be the most under-rated band in recent years. The songwriting is some of the most creative i've heard, and the performances are stellar Favorite track: Over My Shoulder.
ChristelleMarie Chua
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ChristelleMarie Chua Picked the first song I listened to by them because I can't choose a favorite. Tunes are very catchy and the lyrics are creative. Favorite track: The Metronome.
The Lost Sandal on Radio Free Pensacola
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The Lost Sandal on Radio Free Pensacola Have had these guys on our radio show and we love them. Record is so melodic and memorable. The songs are just as good stripped down to acoustic guitar and vocals. Must have for your collection. Favorite track: The Metronome.
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1.
Palisade 03:20
I don’t think this is where we end but I’ve got some things that we must attend to. I’ve been indiscriminate but I can’t hide behind accidentals. Now, I’ve been saying somethings I don’t like but what else can I identify with? I can’t sleep I’m on them vines. I knew those easy days, long days, long aisles in between me. I’m living on easy line, blue vine, then I’m sick, I’m sleeping all the time. I said I’d be there, so I’ll come & let you in. O, it’s for you, Leo, from across the meridian. When I was over you my arms were trembling. I said I’d be there, so I’ll come & let you in.
2.
The night my necklace fell off you fluttered through my capillaries like a stone 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. 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.
3.
Mather Knoll 03:50
You said wake up when the curtains are moving out and in. I said that might not be too far from the truth, anyways. I’ll buy you breakfast, I’ll buy you medicine. You’re calling me out, you’re calling me in. Little thoughts running, it’s not a problem, it’ll come back. I’ll get to hand shaking when I wanna. I can’t be alone enough. I can’t be alone enough. Walking awful quiet I could organize my head: compartmentalizing it, starting out with our impediments. I can’t have breakfast without you calling me! (You’re calling me out, you’re calling me in.) Little thoughts running, it’s not a problem, it’ll come back. I’ll get to hand shaking when I wanna. I can’t be alone enough. I can’t be alone enough. Go back to the safe side, go back to Mather Knoll. Go back to the safe side, go back to Mather Knoll. Go back to the safe side, go back to Mather Knoll. Go back to the safe side, go back to Mather Knoll.
4.
Quick shadow dribbling down me: I'm looking over my shoulder. Justifying anything's easy, like, you look when you hear a sound. Somebody once told me, “Loosen up your eyes because it feels nice,” then no more on that subject. I blindly led you on & me in the process. Thick pupil dilating quietly: I'm looking over my shoulder. Just if I'm within the interstices, then I'm looking for when you come ‘round. Somebody once told me: “Loosen up your eyes because it feels nice,” but then no more on that subject. I blindly led you on & me in the process. Don't ask how my day was, don't ask anything else. (Where did all the time go? // Where'd you put my suitcase?)
5.
Leaning in a dark room: a look alike James Wright (when all my life I’ve been rejecting, what will I say yes to?). What did I say yes to? I’d been cutting glass carefully & all my time was spent alone; I didn’t expect you. What did I say yes to? What did I say? Been talking ‘bout you so much I’m talking you away. (What did I say yes to? What did I say? I’ve been talking about you so much I’m talking you away.) Cooking up some mushroom in my kitchen, tryna tell you about my month; you’re only half-listening. I know I never listen; how can I? Your eyes bloom: slanted yellow in the blinds bleeding into a dark room. So how could I say yes to you? What should I say? I’ve been talking ‘bout you so much Yea, what did I say yes to? What did I say? I’ve been thinking ‘bout you so much I think I’m thinking you away. I'm opening it up now: What a plunge! What a lark! I'm picking all the seeds out, I'm peeling off the bark. I'm picking all the seeds out! I'm breaking it apart. I'm opening it up now, I'm peeling off the bark.
6.
Morningtime 04:53
What if I went down to the pinegrove & didn’t find anything? What if I went past it, yet nothing in me sang? Now I’m behind again because my bones won’t align that way. Some other time, in another life. Ever since “The Archangel Michael Killing Satan” I’ve been tryna capture both ends of the splinter: the visible part between my fingernails & the part still in my finger. Ever since I can remember, since the day before they split, I’ve been tryna capture some realm I don’t know yet. You & I, we’re immiscible. I’ve known it since we laid in the thistles. & in the moments when I’m difficult you silence me in my revolt. Every since “I,” since the moments when the night limped by, & all of a sudden it was morningtime. Morningtime, morningtime.
7.
Recycling 04:35
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. 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 fold: 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.
8.
Sunday 06:11
I woke up it was Saturday, grey in the sky, there’s nothing more to say on that. I got up got out of my bed, stretched my arms wide, it’s time to let this fall from me. It’s time to let it fall. I move through & just as soon my clothes are catching on. (My eyes closed, lost in my room.) I move through & just assume my clothes are catching on thorns, but I’m bringing them with me, bringing them with me. Call me on Sunday. Call me! Call me! Call me on Sunday. I move through & just as soon my clothes are catching on. I’ll come through, I always do. When I’m moving I just assume my clothes are catching on thorns, but I’m bringing them with me, bringing them with me. I never kept good touch. But it’s alright, you never expected much.

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released February 29, 2012

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Songs by:
Evan Stephens Hall

Performed by:
Evan Stephens Hall
Zack Levine
Nick Levine
Nandi Plunkett
Aidan Feliciano

Mastered by:
Steve Skinner
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