"I am proud that night after night and album after album, a mass of humanity I now refer to lovingly as the pop underground, come together and sing. Whether it's in theaters and concert venues around the world, in the privacy of our own homes or the constantly shifting landscape of social media, we are a scrappy tribe and we stand for something: Music that is found, shared and cared for despite access to traditional outlets; music that lives virally and through word of mouth; music that tells a story that people want to retell." - Andrew McMahon
LYRICS The sun ran out on a cold October Somewhere under the canyon moon Camera jammed in a slow exposure California in her rear view
She couldn’t handle another season Another ocean of fiction blue Said a prayer to a dashboard Jesus, Death Valley and worn out shoes
Then the road turned into desert everywhere The sun ran out on a cold October She disappeared, she disappeared
Take all your troubles, put them to bed Burn down the mission, the maps in your head Shot like a bullet, don’t know the way The ricochet, kind of got away from you
The leaves are falling, the church bells ringing Marching band in a high school dream Little town and a faded beauty They still remember when she was queen
Then the road turned into desert everywhere The leaves are falling, the church bells ringing She disappeared, she disappeared
I can see the music video in this. And now I'm just like why is it late and why can't I find people to film this and make it a reality. It's just so raw and I love it.
AMITW: Canyon Moon
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