Modest Mouse
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Modest Mouse
Modest Mouse
Modest Mouse
Modest Mouse
Modest Mouse
Modest Mouse
Modest Mouse
Modest Mouse
Interstate 8 is a southwestern, interstate highway that spans across the south of Phoenix to the south of San Diego. The number 8 also represents an infinite loop—always driving but never getting anywhere.
“Interstate 8” starts with an explosion of fading, whammy melodies which are followed by mute...
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
You go out like a riptide
You know that 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?
How have you been?
How have you?
How have you?
[Verse 2]
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 pass
I stopped for gas, no working place
We pay for gas to drive around
Around the Interstate 8
[Chorus]
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?
How have you been?
How have you?
How have you?
Interstate 8 was written by Modest Mouse & Isaac Brock.
Interstate 8 was produced by Seasick Steve.
Modest Mouse released Interstate 8 on Tue Aug 06 1996.