Nightswimming

I feel like it's a perfect full stop of the song to end this beautiful album.

Yeah, this one reminds me of Night Swimming.

Yeah, it does

too.

It's

very, very similar with the piano tune and the vocals as well.

And every time I hear it, I actually think, oh, it's Night Swimming.

Oh, no, it's not.

Document.

Night Swimming.

I do not have Night Swimming.

I'll put Night Swimming on there.

Okay.

Everybody Hurts.

There was the annoying chorus in The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonight.

We had Night Swimming, very beautiful song.

And then there was the incredibly on-the-nose Everybody Hurts.

But here we have one of my favorite tracks from the album, which apparently guitarist Peter Buck doesn't even appear on with everything except the percussion being played by Mike Mills, who wrote all the music to this little beauty.

This

next song goes out to an author, director of the play, Swim at Your Own Risk, Glenn Hilkey and the good folks at The Loop in Kamloops, B.C., This is Night Swimming, Mr.

Hilke.

Night swimming deserves a quiet night.

The photograph on the dashboard taken years ago.

Turned around backwards so the windshield shows Every street light reveals a picture in reverse Still it's so much clearer I forgot my shirt at the water's edge The moon is low tonight Night swimming deserves a quiet night I'm not sure all these people understand It's not like years ago The fear of getting caught The recklessness of water They cannot see me naked These things they go away Replaced by every day, night swimming Remembering that night September's coming soon Signing for the moon And what if there were two Side by side in orbit Around the fairest sun That bright tide ever drawn Could not describe night swimming You, I thought I knew you You I cannot judge.

You I thought you knew me.

This one laughing quietly.