Modest Mouseis an American alternativeband. The band was formed in 1993 in Issaquah, Washingtonby guitarist Isaac Brock, drummer Jeremiah Greenand bassist Eric Judy. Since being signed to Sony's Epic Records in 2000, the band has attained significant popular success. Brock came up with the name "Modest Mouse" when he read the Virginia Woolfstream of consciousness essay The Mark On the Wallin which the author described the working middle class as "modest, mouse-coloured people." Brock frequently moved around with his mother when he was a child. Around this time, his mother left his father for his father's brother (Brock's uncle).
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Life Like Weeds Lyrics
Modest Mouse
In this life like weeds youre just a rock to me
Youre just a rock to me, youre just a rock to me
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the places you go, youll see the place where youre from
I could have told you all that I love you
But in the faces you meet, youll see the place where youll die
I could have told you all that I love you
And on the day that you die youll see the people you met
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you see, youll see just who youve been
I wish I could have told you I love you
In this life like weeds eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed
In this life like weeds youre a rock to me
I know where youre from
But where do you belong?
In this life like weeds youre the good I breed
In this life like weeds youre a rock to me
In this life like weeds youre a rock to me
I know where youre from
But where do you belong?
In this life like weeds eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed
In this life like weeds youre the good I breed
All this talking all the time of the year
Fills up until theres nothing left to breathe
And you think you feel most everything
And you know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled
Strings to be pulled
So you think youve figured out everything
But we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled
Strings to be pulled
All this talking all the time, and the air
Fills up until theres nothing left to breathe
Up until theres nothing left to speak
Up into the better parts of space