Beautiful song by Attics
Artist about the track:
Granite State opens as a haunting campfire ballad. Radio transmissions flicker in and decay over the hum of marimba and acoustic guitar. Synthesizers bubble and growl, scanning for a signal. Soon, the warm pulse of the chorus enters with shimmering keyboard and electric guitar melodies punctuating the vocals in counterpoint. A sardonic ode to a sensitive friend. Granite State inspires and crumbles like an antiquated lesson. At least it ended fast.
The old man Of the mountain Has fallen down at last At least it ended fast His face collapsed In a landslide Just after midnight I can’t remember what it looked like Even in a granite state He couldn't hold his face Not like you could You never let it slide Why let a good thing die? You will take it on the chin again Cause you can't help leaning in You can't stop listening for more Your face pressed against the door You’re an interesting specimen You’re an antiquated lesson book You’re a long forgotten recipe I’ve never been much of a cook Say excuse me Say pretty please No matter what you do You part the seas Wherever you have been People reacting Like you're an allergen A lightning rod, A third rail, a fifth column An evil spell The truth is always a hard sell At the bottom of a mystery In the middle of a rift You always were so sensitive You feel the continental drift You’re an interesting specimen You’re an antiquated lesson book You’re a long forgotten recipe I’ve never been much of a cook