Week 39 // Take Your Love Down The Line


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The trees
The sun
The hearts
The love
The understanding

And she is him
And he is her
In truth unending

And all who gathered there
would see that love is tangible

Is love the thing that sets apart the human animal?

Take your love down the line
Trust your soul to be kind
Be the light in her eyes

Take your love down the line
Trust your soul to be kind
Be the light in his eyes

Notes
 width=My goodness what a wedding! I spent the weekend involved in one of the most beautiful weddings in the history of love! My friends got hitched under white pines and the shining sun on a beautiful Saturday afternoon in Maine. I was fortunate enough to be a groomsman, and also had the opportunity to play a set at the cocktail hour with a fine group of friends. The whole experience was life affirming and uplifting in every way. My friends’ marriage has been a forgone conclusion for years, but finally watching them experience their wedding was satisfying on an elemental level. You would have to have been inhuman not to have walked away having learned something a bit more about love than you knew before. It was just that kind of wedding. So here I submit a tune I made up about it.

Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
~Jesse

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Week 37 // Illumination


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Pick me up and send me out
That’s what times like these are about
That’s what days like these can do
Dust me off and change the tune
And my God it was like a dream
The last few years somehow they seemed
Like a beauty rest in a tight cocoon
Like a cradle rocked in a crowded room
A lovely thought that couldn’t end too soon

Has anyone
Has anyone ever been so
Has anyone ever been so loved as me?

Has anyone
Has anyone ever loved so
Has anyone ever loved so well as you?
No one has ever loved so well as you

All this goodness, all this time
And all this feeling, all this trying
All these captured moments fading
All this work and all this waiting
Oh the current, swift, unkind
And oh the child so soft and blind
And oh the Earth so vast and waiting
And all the seconds I’m never trading
No, I wouldn’t trade it for a thousand better lives

Has anyone
Has anyone ever been so
Has anyone ever been so loved as me?

Has anyone
Has anyone ever loved so
Has anyone ever loved so well as you?
No one has ever loved so well as you

Notes
 width=I haven’t directly mentioned on my website that for the past two years I have lived with my parents in my childhood home. Thanks to the kindness of some close friends, I’ll be moving out this week, and it strikes me as a particularly important occasion. My time back at home has been interesting, strange, sometimes wonderful, sometimes numbing, and at a crucial stage in my life it was totally necessary. I didn’t have anywhere else to go. This week it is tough to talk about feeling appreciative of my parents for all of the love and support that they have offered me over the past few years, because I have recently mishandled a situation that hurt them in very avoidable ways. The clarity of hindsight is quite remarkable isn’t it? In any case I offer this song as a reflection on my time spent at home. While I am unlikely to look back on the past two years as the highpoint in my life, I think it is safe to say that I have rarely felt so well loved as I have since I moved home. Honestly, I wouldn’t trade the past two years for anything. While I majorly screwed up showing this feeling of gratitude to my parents through my actions, I wish to attempt to convey it through a song.

Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
~Jesse

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Week 36 // The Soul Upon Reentry


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Late one hell of a Tuesday night
I was pondering something so hard to describe
That I’ve been missing my own damn life
And I think I might be back again

And people got this way
Of forgetting who they are
It could be happening to you
You could be taking it to far
You could be thinking you’re immune
You could be thinking it’s impossible to lose yourself this way
To be that careless, it ain’t you

And I was thinking it
Must be the weather
And I was feeling it
Piecing it together
I think I knew it
Couldn’t last forever

And somewhere else
A sense of place
Another time
I saw myself
A locked embrace
A knowing sigh
I love this way
I got this right

Are you whole again?
Have you had enough?
Are you home again?
Have you beaten through the rough?
Are you clear again?
Did you count the days that passed you while you found the way?

And the early morning light seems strange reflected off the windows
And they blind me as I pass them by and I wonder
Did the Earth sit still while I left it here?
Did it stop its spinning and sit for years?
Will it start by the end of the summer?

Are you whole again?
Have you had enough?
Are you home again?
Have you beaten through the rough?
Are you clear again?
Did you count the days that passed you while you found the way?

Notes
 width=This song was the easiest Mount Everest song to finish, and I think it was because I felt the sentiment so deeply. It is difficult to describe exactly what I am singing about in this song. Lately I have felt quite profoundly that I am my self again. I have realized that for a period of years I have walked around as somebody else. I looked like me and I sounded like me, but I wasn’t me. But if you were to speak to me today, I think you would be speaking to the genuine article. That might sound strange, but somehow I don’t think I am the only person who has felt this way. Life intervenes. It does things you don’t want it to do. It puts you on a path, you react, and you change. Sometimes you change back. It is hard to say when it was that I last felt like myself, and It is extremely difficult say what has made me feel that way again. What I do know is that last Tuesday night I lay awake in bed and I had this thought: “It feels so good to be back again.” It was a strange thought. I had recently been on a trip, so perhaps I was thinking about that. But no, I was thinking that it felt good to be back after a much longer absence. And it does feel good. I’m still getting used to it. The feeling was sort of like the soul reentering the body. So now my soul is settling into it’s old space, a bit rusty from not being used. It is nice to be back.

Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
~Jesse

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Week 34 // When We’re All Grown Up

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Miguel Williams
Jesse Mitchell Lindsey
Holly Keating (Pie Chef)
Bear (Dog)
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If you draw rings upon your hand
oh oh oh
stick it straight up in the air
but no one calls on

You grab the bottle off the shelf
one more time
to give yourself some help
but if you’re lucky
it’s already
it’s already
under you

Breathing in when there’s no air
oh oh oh
suckin hard to say a prayer
where is the meaning

Behind the way we spend our days
waiting
for the man to give a grade
we don’t need it
to be defeated
we can feed it
anyway

And when we’re all grown up
We’ll be feeling ten feet tall
With our backs against the wind
Earn respect from all the small minded creatures
Who have sinned against us
Leave the trenches once an for all

Oh it would be so fine
To cure my madness on the run
To ease my burden on the road
To find my purpose in the sun
To know my golden years have begun

And when next you see my face
You’ll know the truth
That decisions found me turned around
Confounded in my youth
And now distinction’s sounding out for me
I’m bound to find the meaning in the silence
And I’ll finally change the rules

And I’ll be a gentleman
Who knows not the burden
Of feeling uncertain
Of reeling and hurting
Of reaching out for more

And I’ll be a wealthy man
Of class and importance
Competitors thwarted
And opinions distorted
By the figures I’ve recorded in my bank account
The heights to which I will amount
I’m walking through the door

And when we’re all grown up
We’ll be feeling ten feet tall
With our backs against the wind
Earn respect from all the small minded creatures
Who have sinned against us
Leave the trenches once an for all

A pirate a landscape
A crime-fighter in a cape
A hopeful inventor
A love-letter sender
Someone to remember

Sometimes vacations feel like a sun dance
Pick your ends and find your means to make this song last
But in the end all my daydreams are discontent
And I won’t defend
‘Cause it’s back to work again

And when we’re all grown up
We’ll be feeling ten feet tall
With our backs against the wind
Earn respect from all the small minded creatures
Who have sinned against us
Leave the trenches once an for all

Notes
 width= Greetings from Durham, North Carolina! I am happy to be the guest of my wonderful friends Holly Keating and Alex Selby who I am visiting along with frequent Everest contributor and superfriend, Miguel Williams. Today Mount Everest presents the Durham Dirt Danglers with their debut single When We’re All Grown Up. This song was co-written with Alex and Miguel in an epic 24 hour writing session to beat the band. We each took the reigns on one verse allowing each songwriter’s particular sensibility to take center stage. The song is about barreling ever deeper into adulthood, and the expectations, hopes, and fears that are inherent therein. In addition to sharing vocal duties, Miguel rocked a mean rhythm guitar, Alex found his muse on the mandolin, and I amused myself on the banjo. This was one of my favorite writing experiences ever. So much thanks is due to these guys. We all sincerely hope that the Mount Everest listening audience appreciates a brief respite from all the robots and lasers that usually populate this site. We hope that the dulcet tones of the southland that were our inspiration please you as much as it pleased us to invoke them.

Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
~Jesse

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Week 33 // 201776

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I’m dying to believe
That someone knows the truth
That it’s only history
That’s keeping people cruel
If we forgot what kept us captive we could change the rules

And everyone who knows
What’s keeping us alive
Is holding something close
They’re getting something right
They’re on your street and in your building holding up the light

You’ve got your country in your heart
And days like these will run you through
We tore the continent apart
It’s not too late to rescue you

And every time I cry
It’s like being made brand new
America should try
It’s the best thing she could do
She’d let it out and watch the decade pass to comfort you

You’ve got your country in your heart
And days like these will run you through
We tore the continent apart
It’s not too late to rescue you

Notes
 width= Happy Independence Day! Today’s holiday is the thematic inspiration for this week’s song which is called 201776. The song is meant to be an optimistic answer to the broad pessimism that exists within, and about America these days. Sure, times are tough out there, but it is in no way too late for America. I choose to celebrate Independence Day as a recognition of the ideal of this country, rather than the often imperfect manifestation of that ideal. There are good, kind people all over America, and that is awesome. At several points, the song is sung to a personified version of this country. I sing to her and I encourage her to have a good cry. I reassure her that it isn’t too late for her to be rescued. I acknowledge that she’s had it tough, and I try to empathize. With no hint of irony, I would like to take this moment to reflect on how amazing it is to be in America. I promise to try my best to treat her well. I hope you do too.

Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
~Jesse

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Week 31 // Ten Billion Truths (The Tender Part Of Your Soul)

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In the early days
We found the proof
Ten thousand years
Ten billion truths

And human beings
We’ve got so much more
We got animal parts
With hearts that soar
And hearts that rage
In the dead of night
We got so many ways
To describe the light

When something pulls
At your barest soul
And you leave it behind
Well it leaves a hole

Fill it with the pieces that you brought with you long ago
Dig it like a tunnel to the tender part of your soul

And one of these days
We might understand
That the things we’ve done
Have stayed on our hands

And I’ll sit in the rain
Feeling every drop
I can’t stay the same
Though I tried to stop

If your mind forgets
All the things it knows
Something must hang on
You’ll fill the holes

Fill it with the pieces that you brought with you long ago
Dig it like a tunnel to the tender part of your soul

Notes
 width=This week’s song is about the feeling you get when it is time to give up something that has been a huge part of you. It is about the hole that is left in you when you give up a big part of yourself. I thought for a while about how particular that emotion is; how specifically human it is. The very existence of this emotion is wrapped up in how we construct our identities. This is something that seems to be unique to us in the animal kingdom, so I began to wonder about the first people who could truly feel this. Perhaps that was the moment when we first became human. I thought of all the billions of people walking around with these feelings, and those who preceded them, and I started to realize that with so much collective experience with having a hole in one’s heart, there is bound to be somebody out there who knows how to mend it. In the context of this song, that is the meaning of hope: that in all the combined experience of mankind and our ancestors, somebody knows how to properly deal with a hard feeling. The song is written in broad conceptual strokes, which seems to be appropriate since the topic of the song is so broad and conceptual. Of course it comes from a specific place, but I won’t get into it so you can superimpose your own specifics over it. I worry that if I always describe in detail exactly why I wrote a song, I’ll rob listeners of extracting their own meaning. Do you have a hole that you are trying to fill in? It’s okay, I think most of us do.

Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
~Jesse

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Week 28 // I’m So Full Of Shit

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Everywhere I’ve gone is nowhere at all
And everything I’ve done is nothing at all
And everyone I know is doing it all
And look at what I’ve seen, not looking at all

And I’m so full of shit
Do I hear myself?
All the doubt amounts to nothing
And the worry is something I could do without
Just this one time 
I’m gonna be on my own side

I don’t try hard enough to get anywhere
I never stand up to show that I really care
I don’t really listen, I just sit and I stare
Don’t know what I’m missing because I’m not even there

And I’m so full of shit
Do I hear myself?
All the doubt amounts to nothing
And the worry is something I could do without
Just this one time
 I’m gonna be on my own side
Just this one time 
Let me be on my own side

Notes
 width=This song is about being hard on yourself. It is about the necessity of calling yourself out when you are being too hard on yourself. Much of life can be filled with self doubt, and sometimes it can be easy to put yourself down. For example, this week I found it pretty hard to get motivated to write a song. This happens to me every now and then, which is altogether unsurprising considering that I record a new song every single week. Sometimes I just want to do something else. As the week wore on and I still hadn’t written anything, I began to get down on myself. My reluctance to get started suddenly reflected on everything that I had ever put off in my life. I was positive that I was about to let myself down in a big way. I was reminded of previous failures of all kinds, and I was getting to be sure that I was a pretty big jerk. At the very least I was way less good than everyone else that I know. Then I listened to the thoughts I was having, said a few of them out loud, and upon hearing them I understood that I was completely full of shit. Then I wrote a song and everything was fine! So when you feel like you are probably a really big jerk, and you are sure you are about to fail, I recommend you take a nice big breath and say “I’m so full of shit” and then get on with your life.

Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
~Jesse

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Week 23 // 1000 Times a Year

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In case you’re there
Beyond the automatic doors
I check my style
And smooth the wrinkles in my outerwear

And in my mind
I cannot help but to rehearse
The line I’d use
To break the ice there in the dairy isle

For all I know
You are the only one for me
Right there beyond the produce section
Where you’d laugh just like a symphony

Where did you go?
Where did you take your auburn hair?
To grace the patrons of some other chain?
If so I’ll take my business there

1000 times a year
I lose my heart and then she disappears
The feeling’s brief but nonetheless sincere
I’ll fall in love again

I search the aisles for any sign of you
Perhaps today you’re handing out free samples with a golden smile

And if you’re there
An awkward glance cast toward your name-tag for the secret it reveals
Is more than I would dare

What should I do?
We would heat up the freezer section with the warmth of our affection
If I had the nerve to speak to you

Where did you go?
Why did you leave me here to wonder
how a girl like you wound up here underneath the harsh florescent glow?

1000 times a year
I lose my heart and then she disappears
The feeling’s brief but nonetheless sincere
I’ll fall in love again

Notes
1000 Times A Year is the number of times each year that I become completely infatuated with a total stranger only to forget about them as soon as they are out of my line of sight. Every now and then I see one of these total strangers again and again, and damn it if I don’t develop a little crush. This song is for the beautiful woman who used to work at my local supermarket. I have no idea what happened to her, but she stopped working there before I got the chance to introduce myself. It might as well be dedicated to every beautiful woman who ever used to work at a supermarket, considering that I have never introduced myself to any of them.

Although I never worked up the nerve to strike up a conversation with this particular woman, (perhaps while she was giving out free samples of guacamole, or restocking cereal boxes) it was fun to take the tiny little crush I had and blow it completely out of proportion in this song. The lyrical focus of this song was in part an effort to lighten up a little bit. I often wonder what to write about, and somehow I have come into the habit of believing that I have to relate some earth-shattering human truth each week. Not only is this impossible, but I have noticed that in my effort to do this, I have begun to dilute whatever profound truths I do have a handle on. So I decided to do something I hardly ever do: write a love song. Not being a normal human being, my love song turned out to be a completely ridiculous synth-pop ballad about a pretty girl at a grocery store.

Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
~M.E.

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Week 21 // Do The Best You Can

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Do the best you can

Ever get the feeling
If you shut your eyes
You’ll burst into flames?
And thinking of another way
You linger on what must stay the same

You’re sleeping in your boots
In case you’re leaving
In the dead of the night
You’re breathing in the dark
And thinking thoughts
About what’s wrong and what’s right
And that’s really what gets you

So you do the best you can

Way down in the earth
You’re taking shelter
Yeah you’re melting again
Down inside the rocks that squeeze you
Think of all the ways that you’ve been

You’ve been a night machine
You’ve been a killer
Yeah you’ve been a mirage
You’ve lived to please
You’ve lived to find your meaning buried deep in a cause

And that’s really what gets to you
When you know what you’ve got
And you wish you could show someone
Who could see who you are
Who could see through the walls you build

And that’s when you do the best you can

You’d run but you could get caught
You’d hide but you might get lost
You’d cry but you banish the thought
You’d love but you might get crushed
You’d run but you could get caught
You’d hide but you might get lost
You’d cry but you banish the thought

So you do the best you can

Notes
I am very pleased to present a new song called Do The Best You Can. This is a song about feeling hopeful despite feeling hopeless. It is a song about having no idea where you are or how you got there. It is about trying to understand something really big, and conceding that merely trying to understand is going to have to be good enough. It is about wanting to reach out to another human being, but being a little bit afraid to do so. It is about the desire to be understood. It is about staying the same even when you are trying to change. It is about trying to believe you are strong. It is about trying and trying and trying. It is about humans and love, and it’s probably a little bit about wondering what God is. It is mostly about being alive and how that is scary and wonderful. It is about doing the best you can!

I’ve been operating under the theory for the last couple of weeks that the less time I spend with a song, the better it will be in the long run. Of course there is a sweet spot for each song; a perfect amount of attention that it should receive. This song came fast, partially because I was busy and didn’t have as much time this weekend. I think it was fortuitous that I forced myself into a crunch and had to make rapid decisions. I like the decisions I made.

I have been falling in love all over again with my bass. As I am originally a bassist, it is strange that there are relatively few songs on this site that feature my bass guitar. My father pointed this fact out to me a few weeks ago, and I’ve been making a conscious effort to play it more ever since. I continued with the feel of last weeks song by stripping things down to bass and clean guitars. I’m sure my synth and folk instruments will return with a vengeance eventually, but for the time being, I am enjoying getting back to basics.

Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
~M.E.

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Week 20 // Counting Colors and Covering Ground

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I woke up chasing my tail
Rethinking old thoughts and I looked around
I thought of counting all the colors we’d seen
Just to write them down

And I gotta say that the spring in New England’s
Got a powerful feeling
And I’m thinking I’ll be covering some ground

I woke up dreaming of a place I’d never seen before
I woke up thinking of piecing together a plan
That would better my score

And I got this feeling
If you pulled back the curtain
That everyone is nervous
And nobody is certain
If I had one wish it’d be to live one step further along
But that’s the easy way and God knows it’s wrong

And if it’s all been a lesson
I’m not sure I learned it
If it’s enough of a blessing
To know your own purpose
I’d live like I meant it
Yeah I’d live like I buried my worries
In a sturdy old box years ago

I woke up breathing life
In a house I knew many years ago
I caught my reflection
And the years were all there
They were telling me “go”

And I got to thinking
If I left here tomorrow
That a feeling would take me
It could carry me far
And if I had one wish it’d be to live one step further along
But that’s the easy way and God knows it’s wrong

And if it’s all been a lesson
I’m not sure I learned it
If it’s enough of a blessing
To know your own purpose
I’d live like I meant it
Yeah I’d live like I buried my worries
In a sturdy old box years ago

Notes
 width= I am extremely excited to celebrate twenty weeks of new music this Monday! I want to thank everyone who has listened to any of these songs. Thank you for giving me a reason to keep doing this. This project has meant a great deal to me, and with your support it will continue to grow and evolve in the weeks and months to come. Mount Everest: Weeks and Weeks is a six song EP featuring some of my favorite Mount Everest songs, including some great performances from Nick Mastors and Miguel Williams. It is available for free download until the 18th of April. Please enjoy it, and share it with everyone you know!

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Week 20: Counting Colors and Covering Ground is all about gearing up to make a big change. It is about the anticipation and trepidation that come with deciding to change ones life. It is about always thinking about the past or looking ahead to the future, and struggling to live in the moment. It is about how knowing your own purpose doesn’t mean much compared to working to fulfill it. It is about waking up and knowing what you have to do. It is mostly inspired by plans that have begun to percolate in my head (I’ve decided to move). It is also inspired by conversations that I have had with numerous friends recently. People my age seem to be in the midst of a critical time. All of my friends are making choices, making changes, and trying to look forward to the next step.

This song came about in a very organic way during one of the most enjoyable writing experiences that I have had. I wrote the bass and vocals in anticipation of Nick’s visit, and then he effortlessly came up with one of the nicest guitar parts that I have heard him play. The work was light and fun. The process was fluid and satisfying. It was really nice to work on something that, at its heart, was just a bass and a guitar. Each time we tried to squeeze in a synthesizer it just seemed like an intruder, so we kept this song simple, short and sweet.

Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
~Jesse

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