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Shore

by Fleet Foxes

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isaiah_stuart This is undoubtedly my single favorite album of all time. It feels like such a perfect culmination of all the themes and ideas Fleet Foxes has been working with since 2008. It answers many of the questions found on both Helplessness Blues and Crack-Up, and represents an incredible maturation and growth in Robin Pecknold's perspective. Their other albums are certainly masterpieces, but this, in my opinion, is their magnum opus. I doubt it will be recognized as such in its time. Favorite track: A Long Way Past The Past.
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farmerslidejoebob From the track Wading In Waist-High Water and interlude to sunblind is perfection. The whole album is perfect :) Favorite track: Sunblind.
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bamdumtss It's Fleet Foxes' tightest and most direct record yet. It's an example of veterans of their craft producing some absolutely beautiful soundscapes. Favorite track: Featherweight.
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1.
Summer all over Blame it on timing Weakening August water Loose-eyed in morning Sunlight covered over Wading in sight of fire And we’re finally aligning More than maybe I can choose Soon as I knew you All so wide open Wading inside of fire As if I just saw you Cross Second Avenue Wading in waist-high water And I love you so violent More than maybe I can do Now we’re finally aligning More than maybe I can choose
2.
Sunblind 04:13
For Richard Swift For John and Bill For every gift lifted far before its will Judee and Smith For Berman too I’ve met the myth hanging heavy over you I loved you long You rose to go Beneath you, songs, perfect angels in the snow So time to stage Forget reserve The type of great coronation you deserve I’m going out for a weekend I’m gonna borrow a Martin or Gibson With Either/Or and The Hex for my Bookends Carrying every text that you’ve given I’m gonna swim for a week in Warm American Water with dear friends Swimming high on a lea in an eden Running all of the leads you’ve been leaving I’m overmatched (For Arthur Russell) I’m half as wise (Duncan and Curtis) If this is flat, brother I apologize (Jimi and David / For Nick and Otis) No one alone (For Bell and Buckley) Can leave the cave (Marvin and Adam) And all you’ve loaned won’t be kept inside a grave (For Arthur Russell / For Arthur Russell) I’m gonna swim for a week in Warm American Water with dear friends Just intending that I would delight them Swimming high on a lea in an eden So I dream So I dream I’m gonna swim for a week in Warm American Water with dear friends Swimming high on a lea in an eden Running all of the leads you’ve been leaving And in your rarified air I feel sunblind I’m looking up at you there high in my mind Only way that I made it for a long time But I’m loud and alive, singing you all night Warm American Water
3.
Can I believe you? Can I believe you? Can I Ever know your mind? Am I handing you mine? Do we both confide? I see it eat through every word I sow See what you need to, do you doubt it’s yours Now I’m learning the ropes Never get this close I’ve been wounded before Hasn’t let me go Can I believe you when you say I’m good? I didn’t need to when I wished you would No it isn’t enough Never held that much Now another way up Been a row too rough It never got less strange, showing anyone just a bare face If I don’t, well, nothing will change Staying under my weather all day Lately I’m wondering too What type of desire I can break When I’m one way with them, one with you What half is it of me rearranged? Can I believe you? Can I believe you? I want to need you I want to need you Can I believe you? Can I believe you?
4.
Jara 04:09
First sight of the first good morning since you’ve been out of town First time any violet omens don’t shadow me around So you want part of the great white tyrant, of ghost after ghost? Well you won’t stop and I know you’ll find it, halfway down the coast You were never afraid of fighting, you blame an angry god And when you see the first sign of violence, you bear it all as hard When you held her son and wept I just felt jealous most of all The best I had was near as bad as the sign of the rising fall Though we’re only alive a short while So many beneath my feet All weather, you walk with me And you were off on a wandering mile I was holding a weak excuse I was heavy beneath blue Now you’re off to Victor on his ladder to the sky And I’m left to sing it with you from my piece of the waterside And you sang for the lost and gone who were young, and deserving more And now I’m stood upright all night ready when you come in the door Though we’re only alive a short while So many beneath my feet All weather, you walk with me And you were off on a wandering mile I was holding a weak excuse I was heavy beneath blue All I heard Wait for the word You’re coming with me
5.
All this time I’ve been hanging on To an edge I caught when we both were young That the world I want wasn’t near enough All was distant, always off In all that war I’d forgotten how Many men might die for what I’d renounce I was staging life as a battleground No I let that grasping fall May the last long year be forgiven All that war left within it I couldn’t, though I’m beginning to And we only made it together Feel some change in the weather I couldn’t though I’m beginning to Though it’s all so uncertain, cold All the rafters cracked, all the copper sold There’s a ration back in a manifold If you need it or forgot May the last long year be forgiven All that war left within it I couldn’t, though I’m beginning to And we only made it together Feel some change in the weather I couldn’t though I’m beginning to And somehow I see it’s free And with love and hate in the balance One last way past the malice One warm day is all I really need And with love and hate in the balance One last way past the malice One warm day is all I really need
6.
More than I had in mind More than I wish I knew And now it’s near on me Some rush of red fear And my worst old times look fine from here I know you walked this route And you might help me out You said what’s done is done I can’t turn the hand ‘round But still it looks a long way down Oh man, was it that much better then? We were left alone, we were proud of our pain And so I want to walk out in the night See the wide young river flood rain We’re not on one straight line I made my own way through And when the track goes cold I’ll know that it’s true That rebirth won’t work like it used to Oh man, was it that much better then? We were left alone, we were proud of our pain And so I want to walk out in the night See the wide young river flood rain And I can’t let go Of a lot I’ve left I’m holding nothing But what I kept And it all got dimmer Each passing step And I need you with me And you read the writ Are you now insisting Is it not worth it? But I’ve got no option I inherited this and I’m overcome That’s that, we’re a long way from the past I’ll be better off in a year or in two
7.
Some lost coast Some bright days No face on your young head Piece of wheat In your teeth Carrying water, pears, and bread And you’re close to some surrender You can feel it at your feet And later on remember When the fever broke and you could eat And you’ve brought enough to last another week or two Know the door is open know that I miss You sought land Overgrown No words, no false, no true Water stands Waves just pass through it Like something moves through you
8.
Maestranza 03:03
Monday night Loud in the road outside I saw the gate coming down And smoke all around The south hill These last days Con-men controlled my fate No one is holding the whip And the oil won’t stick But I will Now that a light is on Now that the water runs And the heartless are nearly gone No time to get it wrong Sunday end Ache for the sight of friends Though I’ve been safe in the thought That the line we walk Is the same one Now that a light is on Now that the water runs And the heartless are nearly gone No time to get it wrong Sometimes it comes to this, no it’s true This time, what comes of it, call it due I do I do I do I do Now that a light is on Now that the water runs And the heartless are nearly gone No time to get it wrong
9.
New day rising, come close the blue blinds I’ll be lying in my ocean of time I could dress as Arthur Lee Scrape my shoes the right way Maybe read Ulysses But it’s a young man’s game Dying fire, so tired of this place Not inspired, can’t keep to this pace I could worry through each night Find something unique to say I could pass as erudite But it’s a young man’s game You should know You’re my last hope I’ve been solving for the meaning of life No one tried before and likely I’m right Not too straight or too clean Like your borrowed blue bike I’ve been a rolling antique For all my life You should know You’re my last hope I’ve been lucky as sin Not one thing in my way Just the arena I was in But it’s a young man’s game
10.
Blood of my blood Skin of my skin You’re in roundelay water again I want to face the condition you’re in The old wrenches hardly turn me Can you catch a thrown line Tied around neat Circle once about, please allow me I see the pall coming off of our cheeks We’re weak but a leaf is turning And I move lightly in the dawn Try to, lightly ever on the lee Though I liked summer light on you If we ride a winter-long wind Well time’s not what I belong to And I’m not the season I’m in Holding on close Holding on to Any kind of ring I can bring you And at the beachwood pyre good news It’s wet but it’s catching easy And I move slightly in the dawn Try to, gently ever on the lee Though I liked summer light on you If we ride a winter-long wind Well time’s not what I belong to And you’re not the season you’re in
11.
Quiet air, quiet in blue Quiet ice-melt, summer-red cedar Quiet air might terrify you Quiet now though soon enough louder Some shape, float on faith, in the eye You want to go where the fire is worst You want to watch our tower drop to the water I know you don’t want anyone else hurt I know you don’t you’re better you’re stronger Some shape, float on faith in the eye Some shape, floating in the eye I’ll be alone in the corduroy heath I’ll wait a long time till the hard rain is over You’re alone and you’re calling on me I’m underneath my canopy colder Some shape, float on faith in the eye Some shape, floating in the eye / Feeling a gold unfolding hand on me Nowhere to go, no one I’d rather see (oh devil walk by) Oh devil walk by (I never want to die) Oh devil walk by (I never want to die) Feeling a gold unfolding hand on me (wrong hour, wrong time) Oh devil walk by (I never want to die) Feeling a gold unfolding hand on me (wrong hour, wrong time) Nowhere to go
12.
Due west at a blind day’s end, flying pavement underfoot Some horizon eyeing me up, often does right at dusk Often known it wore that look And I’ve known it one too many times And the thought of flight for water whiter Now those passing dotted lines Going on and on just shake my sleep all night Could be I’m finally losing my fight Due south all the fog aired out, no idea where all this leads Though I still wanted to show Going-to-the-Sun Road to you Still got one in me If I want to, I’ll arrive at peace I know I decide what I remember If this ever mended me All the on and on Just shakes my sleep all night Now I’m losing my fight A estrada do sol O começo de tudo E as nuvens que agora se afastam Mostrando um caminho que está sempre lá E que é qualquer lado que a gente quiser caminhar
13.
Thymia 02:22
Pair of tin cups rolling in the backseat Rustle like a mallet on a downbeat Rain will make rust, water on the concrete Have a true love, more than just an outline Solid shape of, known it for a long time Never failed us, even losing daylight Thymia accompany us All the way to Townsend How to explain, moving as a phantom? Falling like rain, over and abandoned Thymia accompany us All the way to Townsend
14.
I’ll run down Lay my weight where it lies I’ll come round Out in sheltering sky Seek you out Like I wanted it when It was eighty-eight out And the apricot flowers were coming in And I feel worn, but the air is clean And my clothes are torn, but it’s right on me Passing rain, blue white heat Agony, not to me, it’s not defeat No one here Say we waited our while Good idea Crowding out of those aisles Nowhere near Where I thought we would be But one and the same The drought and the rain to me And I’ve been a while gone But the air is clean And I had it all wrong But I made my peace Passing thought, empty street Agony, not to me, it’s not defeat I’ve been bright, I’ve been faded I’m nearly halfway through Barely believe we made it When I met eyes with you I caught a walking fever I know how all this ends Palm over my receiver Cradling me again
15.
Shore 04:19
Kin of my kin I rely on you Taking me in When a wave runs me through As a shore I ever seem to sail to And I know old heavinesses shake you Maybe I stayed Little long, could be I needed shade Sand on my feet And it’s some new ailment is in me Can’t divide what’s memory and what’s dream Afraid of the empty But too safe on the shore And ‘fore I forget me I want to record While I see it all While I see it all I remember walking shoulders hours speaking I remember meeting Clementine and weeping I remember Prine I remember you After word of Berman I remember Pfeiffer burning I remember hoping I’d remember nothing Now I only hope I’m holding onto something Now the quarter moon is out Now the quarter moon is out

about

Today, on the Autumnal Equinox, Fleet Foxes released their fourth studio album Shore at 6:31 am PT/9:31 am ET. The bright and hopeful album, released via Anti-.

Shore was recorded before and during quarantine in Hudson (NY), Paris, Los Angeles, Long Island City and New York City from September 2018 until September 2020 with the help of recording and production engineer Beatriz Artola.The fifteen song, fifty-five minute Shore was initially inspired by frontman Robin Pecknold’s musical heroes such as Arthur Russell, Nina Simone, Sam Cooke, Emahoy Tsegué-Maryam Guebrou and more who, in his experience, celebrated life in the face of death. “I see “shore” as a place of safety on the edge of something uncertain, staring at Whitman’s waves reciting ‘death,’” commented Pecknold. “Tempted by the adventure of the unknown at the same time you are relishing the comfort of the stable ground beneath you. This was the mindset I found, the fuel I found, for making this album.”

Pecknold continues:

Since the unexpected success of the first Fleet Foxes album over a decade ago, I have spent more time than I’m happy to admit in a state of constant worry and anxiety. Worried about what I should make, how it will be received, worried about the moves of other artists, my place amongst them, worried about my singing voice and mental health on long tours. I’ve never let myself enjoy this process as much as I could, or as much as I should. I’ve been so lucky in so many ways in my life, so lucky to be born with the seeds of the talents I have cultivated and lucky to have had so many unreal experiences. Maybe with luck can come guilt sometimes. I know I’ve welcomed hardship wherever I could find it, real or imagined, as a way of subconsciously tempering all this unreal luck I’ve had. By February 2020, I was again consumed with worry and anxiety over this album and how I would finish it. But since March, with a pandemic spiraling out of control, living in a failed state, watching and participating in a rash of protests and marches against systemic injustice, most of my anxiety around the album disappeared. It just came to seem so small in comparison to what we were all experiencing together. In its place came a gratitude, a joy at having the time and resources to devote to making sound, and a different perspective on how important or not this music was in the grand scheme of things. Music is both the most inessential and the most essential thing. We don’t need music to live, but I couldn’t imagine life without it. It became a great gift to no longer carry any worry or anxiety around the album, in light of everything that is going on. A tour may not happen for a year, music careers may not be what they once were. So it may be, but music remains essential. This reframing was another stroke of unexpected luck I have been the undeserving recipient of. I was able to take the wheel completely and see the album through much better than I had imagined it, with help from so many incredible collaborators, safe and lucky in a new frame of mind.

credits

released September 22, 2020

Produced by Robin Pecknold

Engineered & Mixed by Beatriz Artola

Additional engineering and assistance:

Michael Harris

Christopher Cerullo

Jens Jungkurth

Paul Spring

Lauren Marquez

Bastien Lozier

Jon Low

Mastered by Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound

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