The Pines – Be There In Bells

I don’t know what it is about March that attracts me to the kind of music I’ve been sharing lately. I think it is the grayness. Everything in March is gray – the white snow has turned to a gray slush, the sky is constantly cloudy, the trees haven’t budded yet and they are just plain weary of winter, even my chickens’ eggs have been grayer than usual. It’s just plain dreary out and dreary weather apparently makes me want to listen to grainy, subdued local indie folk. (Of course, it could also just be that I like this kind of music, but I’ll continue to blame it on the weather.) However, while dreary weather might be conducive to listening to Minneapolis based band The Pines, it in no way describes their music. With course, echoey, sometimes Dylan-esque, vocals reminiscent of a creaking forests, regional lyrics like “All the sorrow and the cold north wind”, and a panoply of muted instrumentals that accompany the singers like a slow drizzle, one could only describe The Pines’ music as … ah, dreary. But I mean that in the best possible way. After all, who doesn’t love a Minnesota March? (Or is that only me?)

Originally I was going to post The Pines’ song All The While because it seems to be more well known, but then I thought, “That is no reason to play a song” so I decided to pick out my favorite – Be There In Bells. It is fairly representative of the other music I’ve explored from this band and should remind you of Wake Owl and Great Lake Swimmers. However, it is by no means a mirror of those bands and is further proof that Minnesota puts out great music.

If you want to see them live, they will be at the Hopkins Center for the Arts on March 26th, First Ave. on April 18th with Trampled by Turtles (ought to be a great show), and at the Mid West Music Festival in Winona April 19th – so plenty of chances to check them out.

Be There In Bells

Late at night, watching the satellites
North Carolina and the rolling hills

Orion, draws back the arrow
Aiming at the heart of a scarecrow

Cloud to cloud, hour to hour
Dust to dust, flower to flower
I close my eyes, so I might dream
Won’t you meet me,
When the Sun stands still?
And I will, be there in bells

I thought I was in love once, I don’t know
I was over dressed and scared to be alone

The pain is there, for to protect
If it didn’t hurt then we’d all bleed to death

Black to black, reel to reel,
Heart to heart, shield to shield
I close my eyes, so I might dream
Won’t you meet me,
When the Sun stands still?
And I will, be there in bells

The Great Spirit rose over ol’ St. Paul
You are forever forgiven and all

I fell asleep and woke up in the sky
There was a light so bright, I could see through my skin
All the sorrow and the cold north wind
I had to go through
I had to find you

Dollar to dollar, broke to broke,
Ash to ash, smoke to smoke
I close my eyes, so I might dream
Won’t you meet me,
When the Sun stands still?
And I will, be there in bells
I will be there in bells

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