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In the dead of the night,
the dead of the night
All has been done before
Every possible shape
Every human position
Every euphoric decent and impossible mission
in the dead of the night
The dead of the night
Every horror, every blow
Every transcendent sensory overload
All good faith shaken
All that hard-earned trust forsaken
in the dead of the night
The dead of the night
And you’re watching
Every use of the body,
each and every combination,
in the shape of someone else’s imagination
The dead of the night
Every footprint, every limb
Under the ladder where the stars grow dim
in the dead of the night
Every killer and missionary
Every fuckboy beauty or sweet tooth Mary
Every language of love
Every lack of response from the moon up above
Every bodily fluid and the way that we blend
Every collapse of the heart when two poor souls meet their end
in the dead of the night
And you’re watching
We’re living in the dead of the night
in the hope that we might inspire another ending
We’re living in the dead of the night
in the hope that we might inspire another ending
In the dead of the night
The dead of the night
Stop time, stop time
Stop time, stop time
Every set of lies
and false equivalence
Every theory of conspiracy
is someone else’s common sense
Every murder and conception
Every inevitable rejection
Every sly and selfish lover
Every dreamboat undercover
Every timeless art you picked up too late
Every subtle hint, every reckless bait
Intoxicated hope and intuition cannot will my love into fruition
in the dead of the night
The dead of the night
We think we’ve seen it all
but we’re not at all original
So precious on our walk of shame
past the priests who cast their blame
Our hesitation wearing thin
and the scent of desperation seeping from my skin
Every power balance turned around
Every night spent scrolling without a sound
Our souls vibrate, our senses kneel
Our great escape, our chance to heal
Every thirsty eye, every tie that binds
Every cry of passion, every almost crime
All the city sleeps, and all the city shines,
but for that moment when we stopped time
In the dead of the night
The dead of the night
In the dead of the night
The dead of the night
Stop time, stop time for me, honey
Stop time, stop for me
This is fake blood, and we were mixing it with real blood
And we mix it and mix it and mix it and mix it and
Fake blood, real to me
And we mix it and mix it and mix it and mix it and mix it and mix it
Real blood!
And we’re watching
We’re watching
We’re the dead of the night
The dead of the night
We’re the dead of the night
The dead of the night
Stop time, stop for me
Stop
Volume 1 Track 2
credits
from Cut / Turns Out I'm Sentimental After All,
released January 5, 2022
SONDRE LERCHE vocals, guitars
KATO ÅDLAND keyboards, MIDI orchestra and choir, programming
Words and music by SONDRE LERCHE.
Produced by KATO ÅDLAND and SONDRE LERCHE.
Recorded, engineered and mixed by KATO ÅDLAND at Fort Knox, Bergen, Norway.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Dead Of The Night”
This is undoubtedly my single favorite album of all time. It feels like such a perfect culmination of all the themes and ideas Fleet Foxes has been working with since 2008. It answers many of the questions found on both Helplessness Blues and Crack-Up, and represents an incredible maturation and growth in Robin Pecknold's perspective. Their other albums are certainly masterpieces, but this, in my opinion, is their magnum opus. I doubt it will be recognized as such in its time. isaiah_stuart