Nowhere, No One

from Urim by Hill and Vale

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lyrics

Peering down
On the people below me
Pitiful pawns
The humble meek and lowly

Flowing through
The veins of this city
Where would I be
Without their complacency

The things that I've done
To get to where I am now
Blackened my heart
Still growing blacker somehow

Life above the law
Is the greatest joy I've known
Now that I'm here
I cannot be brought low

But mortality comes to everything
And now I find myself questioning
How will I harness the power
That dies with my body
That rots in the grave

There's nothing new anywhere
Chasing the wind
The sun rises
The sun sets
Nothing new anywhere
Nothing under the Sun
Nothing no
Nowhere
No one

Peering out
At the pleasures before me
Everywhere I look
Indulgence worth exploring

Feeding all
The hunger within me
Fleeing all
The sorrows of the reality

Wanderlust
Sings a sweet lullaby
A vagabond's life
For a vagabond state of mind

Indulgence
Is the greatest joy I've known
Seizing today
For tomorrow we grow old

But mortality comes to everything
And now I find myself questioning
How will I relive the pleasures
That die with my body
That rots in the grave

There's nothing new anywhere
Chasing the wind
The sun rises
The sun sets
Nothing new anywhere
Nothing under the Sun
Nothing no
Nowhere
No one

Mortality comes to everything
Tell me what have we
Tell me what on Earth have we

Entropy will crush humanity
Tell me what else can be
Tell me where go you and me

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from Urim, released May 14, 2021

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Hill and Vale Ames, Iowa

As hills and valleys show dynamics in nature, so are the sincere existentialist themes of Hill + Vale delivered thru music best summed up by Tolkien: “one was…wide and beautiful, but slow and blended with an immeasurable sorrow, from which its beauty chiefly came. The other…essayed to drown the other music by the violence of its voice, but…taken by the other and woven into its own solemn pattern.” ... more