Yeah!! I'm freakin' back with a rare Modest Mouse album (And you get to hear it all - yes, the demos included.

Album · 1996 · 11 Songs.

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Essentially, Modest Mouse's Interstate 8 is an intimate yet loud, beautiful but hazy, alternative rock milestone. Isaac's wide range of vocal styles and drowsy guitar playing match perfectly to Jeremiah Green's perfectly wild drumming and Eric Judy's tight, traveling bass lines. Looking back on Modest Mouse's discography, Interstate 8 is but a blip on the radar for an incredible band who went on to make several of the best albums of the 90's and 00's.

Modest Mouse - Interstate 8. Download for free and listen to Modest Mouse - Interstate 8. We have song's lyrics, which you can find out below. Org M Modest Mouse.

Spent 18 hours waiting stoned for space I spent the same 18 hours in the same damn place I'm on a road shaped like a figure 8 I'm going nowhere, but I'm guaranteed to be late. It's one of the most desolate and empty stretches of road in the country, especially the part in Arizona. I think the song is about loneliness and the monotony of life.

86. suicide is badass.

Modest Mouse is an American rock band formed in 1992 in Issaquah, Washington and currently based in Portland, Oregon. The founding members are lead singer/guitarist Isaac Brock, drummer Jeremiah Green, and bassist Eric Judy. Strongly influenced by Pavement, Pixies, XTC, and Talking Heads, the band rehearsed, rearranged, and recorded demos for almost two years before finally signing with small-town indie label K Records and releasing numerous singles.

Modest mouse - interstate 8 (with download code) - vinyl. Released before Building Nothing Out of Something this album contains a few songs they put on that album after due to low sales.

How have you? I drove around for hours I drove around for days I drove around for months And years and never went no place We're on a pass, we're on a pass I stopped for gas, but where could place be To pay for gas to drive around Around the Interstate 8 You go out like a riptide You know a ball has. no sides You're an angel with an amber halo Black hair and the Devil's pitchfork Wind-up anger with the endless view of The ground's colorful patchwork How have you been?