Week 97 // Part of the Price to Exist

by Mount Everest

supported by

	/

Digital Track
Streaming + Download

Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

Purchasable with gift card

name your price

You own this

about

People can forge such strong connections with places. They can live in our hearts and our memories nearly as vividly as people. They are containers for our experiences, and incubators for our emotions. I found out this past week that a house I once shared with some friends has been demolished. I hadn’t seen it in a very long time, in fact I was a bit surprised that it hadn’t been torn down long ago, along with the rest of the student housing development in which it was situated. It was the sort of crusty old place that had seriously been through the wars. It was surely filled with asbestos and mold, and I don’t want to know what else, but I didn’t really mind because I was too young to turn my nose up at such conditions. We filled it with friends and lovers and it was as alive as a place could be. My life isn’t any different now that it’s gone. After all, for me it has only existed as a memory for the past six years anyway. But knowing it is gone twists me up just a little bit. It is a reminder of the way the days and weeks slowly turn over, taking with them people and places as they go. Those people and places are part of the price we pay just for being here. We get attached. They go away. They also make the whole thing worth it, so I suppose it is a price that I’ll reluctantly pay.

lyrics

They’re tearing down my house
God help me now
Replacing it with something else

They’re in my bedroom
With machines and things
Demolishing my sense of self

They’re on my front lawn
Smoking cigarettes
And talking bout their wives and kids

I’m in another state
Resisting ways
To contemplate innocence

And something tells me this
Is just part of the price to exist
Moving along without it
Barely thinking about it