Pinegrove is a twangy indie band who fuse Americana, emo, and indie rock into an insightful finished product. Singer and lyricist Evan Hall is a contemplative, serene frontman who possesses an intimate relationship with and an expansive knowledge of the human language. He’s acutely aware of the human experience and manages to pen astute observations about self and circumstance with genuine wonder. Though sonically somber, there is a kinetic forward focus in Pinegrove’s sound that lifts up each unconventional arrangement and unfettered chorus.
Watch and listen to the band performing tracks from their discography here on Audiotree Live.
Band Members
Evan Hall – Lead Vocals and Guitar
Zack Levine – Drums and Backing vocals
Josh Marre – Guitar and Backing vocals
David Mitchell – Bass
Release Date
May 27th, 2016
i’m out
there’s nothing here to care about
what’s that sound?
what’s that song about?
it’s nothing worth me sayin aloud
so then why do i seem to
need to?
why do i seem to
need to?
this is how i spend my life up
singin old songs
what if i waste my life up?
& all my problems
it’s so stupid
they’re not even problems
it was supposed to snow
& it did for a minute
but there’s no distraction now
or we could spend these years up
on the phone
but is that much better?
it was supposed to snow
but it didn’t
so there’s no excuses now
i was walkin with my neck out
some ways i wish i was
was walkin with my neck out in some ways that i wish that i was
out on the bevel of sound it sounds like everything else
you’ll know it when you hear it cuz u know the way my voice felt
ignore my tone & everything i sing i sing for me
ignore the phone on your bed it rings it rings it rings
shirt collar ringin me out & my collar bone got all red
& already severing prose i wrote so i sing instead
i hold you put your neck out tell me the ways you wish you were
keep your confidence sound, your hook my eye my spur
so when i went to hang out, i hung behind your eyes
but my eyes still flicker with doubt
quickly o i cant decide
i’m tapped out
don’t it always seem to go that
you could hold it right in your hands collapsing & still not know
(your hands’ collapse & still not know)
say what it is
say how it is with everybody i know
i’ve got no temper for that
i send you this
cadmium red, one for every layer i shed
& i shed one layer for thisss
say what it is
it’s so impossible
but if i just say what it is
it tends to sublimate away
when i was looking to drop
my life away
more every year
i shine light on edges i tried to unfeel
but we’ve gotta do better than that
some sortin out
so i’ll be sittin on the outskirts if you wanna talk about it
things in there were just gettin so loud
say what it is
it’s so impossible
but i just say what it is
it tends to sublimate away
when i was looking to drop
my life away
do you wanna dance?
fine
but do you remember when
in your living room
when we made some room & moved ourselves around in it?
it’s how my heart resumed
i got caught/ you got those caravaggio moves
we had some good ideas but we never left that fucking room
do you wanna talk?
fine
i’ll talk it out with my dad
it’s always nice what he says
he’ll have some good advice from something in a book he read
if i did what i wanted then why do i feel so bad?
would you like a drink
while we wait for everything
to get good again?
we’re good at things & so are a lot of our friends
we should forget these setbacks & get back movin again
i dont know what
i’m afraid of
but i’m afraid
one day it all
will fall away
maybe i read that
but still, let’s see
if nothing else it’s an idle curiosity
so would you like that drink?
fine, yea i know. i remember that too
in your living room, right?
when we began to fight but then we both got confused
then we were laughing & crying in awe of the size of the moon do you want to die?
fine you’re right
but i wonder what it feels like
to stop feelin so alive
what if we could wake up in five years & things’d be feelin alright?
i wanna visit the future & dance in a field of light!
washing windows with angelina
i don’t understand anything
violent angles from side to side
how’d you get so tangled up in my life?
how’d you get so caught?
how’d you get so tangled up?
i love you like it’s the old days
when i could ask you anything
how’d you get so tangled up in my thinkin?
how’d you get so caught?
how’d you get so tangled up?
Hand over hand
I’m pulling myself together
on this itchy couch again
I’d pull you in
but
I couldn’t help thinking
or
my mouth was tarpaulin
let me start again:
I didn’t mean to say so
much about my plans
so you see my hand
(see?) it’s never either/or now
stigmata ampersand
The morning is the self it’s self evident:
a clattering of blinds:
a mimetic wind:
a sympathetic tremor I’m
a tessela of signs.
o I close my eyes &:
fractal inner rings of varicose resign!
coiled dark inside
I’ll open my eyes and clear my
throat when I know it’s time:
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Rolling on his back like an ocelot
crawling on his stomach you make the lids stick together
nothing really bugs me out
nothing really bugs me.
Tightening the slack on the millimeter tape
trudging through your stomach I make the walls split forever
nothing really bugs me out
nothing really bugs me
anymore. I’ve had enough.
Now we’re on the same page.
Circling the gap like you don’t know what you hold
drying out my knuckles you tucked it between the folds
nothing really bugs me out
nothing really bugs me.
Recycling the cans at the center by the boxcars
we’ve been carving little symbols in the bark
nothing really bugs me out
nothing really bugs me
out.
So let it go:
there’s nothing I could tell you
that you don’t already know.
so satisfied i said a lot of things tonight
so long aphasia & the ways it kept me hiding
it’s not so much exactly all the words i used
it’s more that i was somehow down to let them loose
so complicated i cant wait to get explaining
your listening distended out since i’ve been crying
so long aphasia & the ways it kept me hidden
so long to silent nerves & hesitant oblivion
you came & sent me out unfurling in the street
& i felt unprecedented confidence in speaking
stick around im thinking things’ll be alright
newly delivered wont you live with me tonight
something tonight was such a letdown on my pride
it takes a part of me i don’t got to take some things in stride
i’d pace around the place so quiet in myself
id wake the next & see my silence went unfelt
just when i thought i had this pattern sorted out
apparently my ventricles are full of doubt
now
nah things go wrong sometimes don’t let it freak you out
but if i don’t have you by me then i’ll go underground!
nah but what you’ve got was in your reaches all along
plus one day you’ll be reaching for me & i’ll be gone
to help remind myself I wrote this little song
one day i won’t need your love
one day i won’t define myself by the one i’m thinkin of
& if one day i won’t need it
one day you won’t need it