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I don't own rights to this album, or the image used. Fleet Foxes- Helplessness Blues 2011 © Sub Pop Support the Foxes: Official: Apple: Spotify: Bandcamp: Facebook: 0:00- “Montezuma“ 3:36- “Bedouin Dress“ 8:07- “Sim Sala Bim“ 11:21- “Battery Kinzie“ 14:10- “The Plains/Bitter Dancer“ 20:04- “Helplessness Blues“ 25:07- “The Cascades“ 27:15- “ “Lorelai“ 31:38- “Someone You'd Admire“ 34:08- “The Shrine/An Argument“ 42:16- “Blue Spotted Tail“ 45:20- “ Grown Ocean“ ****If anyone has issues with my sharing this album, please contact me: mrfoxxfrequency89@, and i will take it down immediately**** “Fleet Foxes is an American indie folk band formed in Seattle, Washington. The band came to prominence in 2008 with the release of its second EP, Sun Giant, and its first, self-titled album Fleet Foxes. Both received much critical praise and reviewers often noted the band's use of refined lyrics and vocal harmonies“ “Helplessness Blues“, is Fleet Foxes second studio album- Wikipedia (paraphrased) I hope you enjoy this amazing album. I don't really have a favorite track off it, all of them are standouts to me. (In my opinion, every song I've ever heard from the band has been a thing of beauty) However, “The Shrine/An Argument“ has been running through my head all day, and the lyrics are incredible, so I'll put those below. Thanks for listening. I hope you enjoy the album. Cheers! - Image is internet wallpaper : “The Shrine/An Argument“ I went down among the dust and pollen To the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn Underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of children They were there and then were gone And I wonder what became of them What became of them Sunlight over me no matter what I do Apples in the summer are golden sweet Everyday a passing complete I'm not one to ever pray for mercy Or to wish on pennies in the fountain or the shrine But that day you know I left my money And I thought of you only All that copper glowing fine And I wonder what become of you What became of you Sunlight over me no matter what I do Apples in the summer are golden sweet Everyday a passing complete Apples in the summer are golden sweet Everyday a passing complete In the morning waking up to terrible sunlight All diffuse like skin abuse the sun is half its size When you talk you hardly even look in my eyes In the morning, in the morning In the doorway holding every letter that I wrote In the driveway pulling away putting on your coat In the ocean washing off my name from your throat In the morning, in the morning In the ocean washing off my name from your throat In the morning, in the morning Green apples hang from my tree They belong only to me Green apples hang from my green apple tree They belong only to, only to me And if I just stay awhile here staring at the sea And the waves break ever closer, ever near to me I will lay down in the sand and let the ocean leave Carry me to Innisfree like pollen on the breeze
