Mountain Goats * Come, Come To The Sunset Tree LP MINT
$
406
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Up for auction is a Pristine Copy of the RARE and highly sought after Mountain Goats LP Come, Come To The Sunset Tree. This collection of songs are home boom-box recorded demos for the 4AD release: The Sunset Tree.
The LP was self-released by John Darnielle in a limited one-time #'d pressing of 1,000 copies in 2005. Each copy has unique collages or paintings on them. This copy is #360/1000.
Tracklisting is:
Side A:
You Or Your Memory
Up The Wolves
Dilaudid
Collapsing Stars **
Dinu Lipatti's Bones
Love Love Love
Side B:
High Doses #2 **
Lions Teeth
This Year
Song For Dennis Brown
The Day The Aliens Came **
** These three songs are EXCLUSIVE to this LP and DO NOT appear on The Sunset Tree CD/LP [4AD] release or either of the 3 Three Beads of Sweat compilation cd's.
This copy was bought by myself in Portland and has been played exactly one time and is in absolute MINT condition.
Shipping in the U.S. will be USPS 1st Class and must include insurance.
Since there are ravenous fans abroad i will ship international however the item MUST be insured for final value, have a delivery confirmation, and signature card. The average shipping/insurance cost for most European countries is $20-25. I will charge only/exactly what the USPS charges to ship to your country.
PAYPAL ONLY. Good Luck.
'Respect to the flying man: we've got your back'
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HIGH DOSES #2
we all woke up that morning,claw marks on our little faces.
the dull thud from the treetops
the echo in the hollow places
rose up high and lonely
wringing my hands, grinding my teeth
all the triumph overhead
all the disaster underneath
spat out my morning prayers
desperate pleas and viscious lies.
felt the sunlight thugh the grating,
coverered up my eyes.
woke up feeling awful
shook my head to drive the ghosts way
this is just a flesh wound
and it will clear up any day.
but the present i got planned for you pricks,
is gonna be a little harder to fix.
thank god
for small favors
in high doses.
heard the voices through the air vents
listen to them squeal
the great big world is out there
the hidden one beneath my heel
called up my sister in reseda,
left a message at the tone.
all the points where contact fails us
all of the dead spots in the zone
and the acid in my throat
every time i try to talk
the songs that keep me up at night
standing on that solid rock
rose up high and dry and lonely
stumbled coming out the gate
this is just a paper cut
and it will scab over just you wait.
but the cuts that i'll shortly being dealing out,
are gonna give you something to cry about.
thank god
for small favors
in high doses.
