"Looking toward the future,
we were begging for the past.
We knew we had the good things,
but those never seem to last.
Oh please, just last."
- Modest Mouse
This song is one of my favorites. It's not really the lyrics, but that spiral-y guitar and those shell-sounding shakers. They sound like one of those instruments you have to make at summer camp and your parents have to pretend they like. Anyway, this song reminds me of gray days at the beach. It's not quite that sunny thing you signed up for, but it's beautiful (maybe even more so?) in its bleakness.
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