Alone Together
by Summer Hours
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Day After
02:29
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The city's under snow you gotta see it to believe it baby. I want you here to see it now. And we're still doing that travel to touch each other thing. Number the days and count them down. And I'm still looking for that good feeling. And I'm still looking for the things that we thought about. My apartment looks so different now you're gone. And last night I found myself kissing an old friend of mine. Oh my, what has happened to our life. Do you see what I see when you take a look at things. With this trip and the next we're getting to the finishing. Mmm I want it to end now. And I'm still looking for that good feeling. And I'm still looking for the things that we thought about. My apartment looks so different now you're gone. And last night I found myself kissing an old friend of mine. Oh my, what has happened to our life.
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California
02:52
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Some men I like them with the cracks in the skin and the sun in their hair. Some men I like them with the dirt under their nails and the sun in their hair. California you bring it all back to me. California you bring it all back, baby yeah. So close, so close, California, so close, so close. My plane lands and the smell in the air. Makes me think of you, makes me think of you. I tried to call your house and the man said. That you had moved away years ago. I remember when I came to see you. I remember the beach, cotton candy. I remember the sharks at sea world. And your cold hands, and your cold hands. My plane lands and the smell in the air makes me think of you. How many hearts have you broken. How many years has it been. California you bring it all back, baby yeah. So close, so close, California, so close, so close. My plane lands and the smell in the air. Makes me think of you, makes me think of you. I tried to call you. And the man said that you were gone. I remember when I came to see you. I remember the beach, cotton candy. I remember the sharks at sea world. And your cold hands, and your cold hands.
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More Of The Sky
03:12
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Goodbye again. My life has backfired again. I never leave a friend without letting tears. I am standing a red light, I am still waiting. With these tall warm buildings. Crushing down around me. I saw more of the sky last week and it changed me. I saw more of the sky last week and it changed me. I want my frosty breath. In your stone cold kitchen. I want, I want, I want to breathe out. Evaporate myself. I am gone, I am gone, I am gone. Here you are again on my floor, a postcard. I know everything, I know everything but myself. Flash back two weeks ago. The question that made me cry. I still don't, I still don't, I still don't know why. I saw more of the sky last week and it changed me. I want my frosty breath. In your stone cold kitchen. I want, I want, I want to breathe out. Evaporate myself. I am gone, I am gone, I am gone.
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Do Right
02:39
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I've fallen into the ocean. I become sticks and swimming things. You call me through water. I am salt, I am salty. Say goodbye, say goodbye, say goodbye again. You are all tangled up in my. all tangled up in my, up in my hands. I'm buried in a cold field. One day you discover me. You rush to sell everything you own. And buy the field where I am buried. Say goodbye, say goodbye, say goodbye again. You are all tangled up in my. all tangled up in my, up in my hands. I can't stand it anymore. The space that becomes you when you've gone. I can't stand it anymore. To leave you and to be left behind. Do right, do right, do right, do right. Take my hands they are sticky, you melt into me. Take my hands they are sticky, you do right. Do right, do right, do right, do right.
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Fighting Type
02:45
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He looks like the fighting type. Rough around the. Rough around the edges. Me and my heart. Me and my troubles with desire. Me and my heart, me and my heart. He is trying to get to bottom of me. He can't, I am out of hand, out of reach. We are lying awake in my bed. We are listening to night sounds. You say. Doesn't dancing sound funny from below. Doesn't dancing, doesn't dancing. Doesn't dancing sound funny from below. Doesn't dancing. She says I, she says I can't believe, I can't believe I don't. I don't hate you. We all agree. He's got a special kind of boys will be boys, will be boys, Will be boys, will be boys We are lying awake in my bed. We are listening to night sounds. You say. Doesn't dancing sound funny from below. Doesn't dancing, doesn't dancing. Doesn't dancing sound funny from below. Doesn't dancing. He looks like the fighting type. Boys will be boys, boys will be boys, will be boys.
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Surround
03:29
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Surround, surround, surround me. Give me one, give me another. I need a night to plow me under. Remove my clothes remove myself. Beneath the skin the bones you'll find me. Inside out. I don't care, I don't care, I don't. I don't care, I don't. And do what, and do what, my heart beats warm. And do what, and do what, my heart beats warm. My heart beats, my heart beats warmly, whoa whoa. My heart beats, my heart beats strong, whoa. Don't tell me appropriate whoa whoa. You can badly translate. Show me all you can expose. You, you shock me and I like it. You shock me and I like it. My heart beats, my heart beats warmly, whoa whoa. My heart beats, my heart beats strong, whoa. Don't tell me appropriate whoa whoa. You can badly translate.
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Ten years and two countries ago. Is when, when you knew her. Still it makes me crazy to. Think she's known you longer. I look for your face when we're apart. You say it's warmer in the dark. Alone alone, alone together. You say it's better, you say it's better. I don't want to be all grown up. But I don't want to seem so young. I don't want to have a boyfriend. I want to know, to know you better. I look for your face when we're apart. You say it's warmer in the dark. Alone alone, alone together. You say it's better in the dark. Alone alone, alone together. You say it's better in the dark. Alone alone, alone together. You say it's better, you say it's better.
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Is It Real
02:26
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Swollen spring she asks me why I bring her flowers. Machines hum. Ice cream trucks keep me company. Take my hands to the grave and you are falling apart. Take my hands to the grave and you are falling again. Days pass she is asked. Is it real, it's dying. Take my hands to the grave and you are falling apart. Take my hands to the grave and you are falling again. And it don't feel right. This is goodbye without leaving. And it don't feel right. This is goodbye this is good. And it don't feel right. This is goodbye without leaving. And it don't feel right. This is goodbye this is good.
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Old Boyfriend
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Last night I dreamt about an old boyfriend. He was playing in a different band. We had a show together on the west coast. Our old drummer was there playing with him. When I first met you you had bleached your hair to red. You wore old style glasses and worried about getting fat. I want to know, do you think we were in love. We used to hang out in your college dorm room. You played for me the songs you loved. While our heart split into two. I want to know, do you think we were in love. I went to kiss him and I inhaled deeply. To remember the clean way he smells. He loves another now and so do I. Oh my, how things change. Oh my, how things change. When I first met you you had bleached your hair to red. You wore old style glasses and worried about getting fat. I want to know, do you think we were in love. We used to hang out in your college dorm room. You played for me the songs you loved. While our heart split into two. I want to know, do you think we were in love. I want to know, do you think we were in love.
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Sad Song
01:27
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We shake hands and you. Walk away. And it feels like another ending. You are disappearing now. You are disappearing now. You are gone. Time goes and. I want to say that. I am always waiting for you. I am, I am, I will be waiting for you. I am, I am, I will be waiting for you. And this is another sad song.
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about
With a charming balance of intoxicating vocals, clever lyrics, emotional weight and exuberant soul, Summer Hours weave a trail of sun-soaked bliss and secret grins on the instantly captivating Alone Together. It's heartfelt, honest and guitar bright indie pop, but still in tune with the dark. The seemingly stripped down instrumentation is immediately refreshing in its simplicity, especially in this age of over-saturated effects...but a closer examination reveals unexpectedly complex song structures, carefully layered with achingly beautiful melodies and lyrics teeming with a hope that flies in the face of all the sadness. Smart, soothing and comfortable like an intimate chat between friends, Summer Hours possess a magical innocence and hidden darkness, cunning in its eerie beauty. Totally essential, a modern classic. (DER-518)
"Summer Hours touches your indie pop heart with simple but smart songs. Flitting from a slight Rainer Maria dynamic in the vocals, but with lighter melodies (more springtime at the park and less like driving rain swept streets), to a Throwing Muses type of heartbeat, these songs wind and kiss through the air, sometimes light and airy, sometimes floating underwater. It's heartfelt, harmonic, and guitar bright, but still in tune with the dark." - Big Takeover
"Smart, warm, and achingly beautiful, Brooklyn-based Summer Hours' shows how craftsmanship and collaboration in songwriting and recording are supposed to work. Here is refreshing innocence and honesty in the vocals that rings pitch perfect in its simplicity. There is a little piece of heaven in each of these songs, with melodies and dreamy imagery as easy to slip into as your craziest cashmere sweater. A closer look reveals unexpectedly complex song structures and even light brush strokes of studio wizardry. I will be listening to this album for months." - Deli Magazine
"Summer Hours take home the blue ribbon for their absolutely lovely More Of The Sky. Male and female vocals intertwine, terse cymbals brush against delicate guitar chimes, and a warm bass provides the backbone. Oh yeah, and the lyrics are actually really good, teeming with a hope that flies in the face of the sadness that emo is supposedly about. Nice." - Splendid
"Summer Hours write wonderful, touching indie pop songs that I want to play over and over again. Surround is essentially an understated guitar riff topped with luscious, hypnotic boy/girl vocals and it sounds perfect. 'My heart beats warm, my hear beats strong' they sing, reminding me of Mates of State. I love Mates of State. Summer Hours rule the skool!" - Drowned In Sound
"Summer Hours create pure indie pop that contains a magical innocence and hidden darkness, cunning in its eerie beauty. Resplendent with call and response boy-girl vocals, pristine guitar licks reminiscent of the best of Unrest, wavering bass lines that carry the melody and laid-back drumming, these songs weave a trail of absolute sun-soaked bliss and secret grins." - Download
www.deepelm.com/summerhours
"Summer Hours touches your indie pop heart with simple but smart songs. Flitting from a slight Rainer Maria dynamic in the vocals, but with lighter melodies (more springtime at the park and less like driving rain swept streets), to a Throwing Muses type of heartbeat, these songs wind and kiss through the air, sometimes light and airy, sometimes floating underwater. It's heartfelt, harmonic, and guitar bright, but still in tune with the dark." - Big Takeover
"Smart, warm, and achingly beautiful, Brooklyn-based Summer Hours' shows how craftsmanship and collaboration in songwriting and recording are supposed to work. Here is refreshing innocence and honesty in the vocals that rings pitch perfect in its simplicity. There is a little piece of heaven in each of these songs, with melodies and dreamy imagery as easy to slip into as your craziest cashmere sweater. A closer look reveals unexpectedly complex song structures and even light brush strokes of studio wizardry. I will be listening to this album for months." - Deli Magazine
"Summer Hours take home the blue ribbon for their absolutely lovely More Of The Sky. Male and female vocals intertwine, terse cymbals brush against delicate guitar chimes, and a warm bass provides the backbone. Oh yeah, and the lyrics are actually really good, teeming with a hope that flies in the face of the sadness that emo is supposedly about. Nice." - Splendid
"Summer Hours write wonderful, touching indie pop songs that I want to play over and over again. Surround is essentially an understated guitar riff topped with luscious, hypnotic boy/girl vocals and it sounds perfect. 'My heart beats warm, my hear beats strong' they sing, reminding me of Mates of State. I love Mates of State. Summer Hours rule the skool!" - Drowned In Sound
"Summer Hours create pure indie pop that contains a magical innocence and hidden darkness, cunning in its eerie beauty. Resplendent with call and response boy-girl vocals, pristine guitar licks reminiscent of the best of Unrest, wavering bass lines that carry the melody and laid-back drumming, these songs weave a trail of absolute sun-soaked bliss and secret grins." - Download
www.deepelm.com/summerhours
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released November 30, 2010
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