So Outta Reach is an EP by American indie rock musician Kurt Vile, released… Read Full Bio ↴So Outta Reach is an EP by American indie rock musician Kurt Vile, released on November 8, 2011 on Matador Records. Produced by both John Agnello and Kurt Vile & the Violators, the EP's tracks were initially recorded during sessions for Smoke Ring for My Halo (2011) and reworked in the summer of 2011. The EP was subsequently included on the deluxe version of Smoke Ring for My Halo.
The EP's cover art features a collage of photographs featuring Vile asleep at a party. Regarding the cover, Vile noted, "I went to a party with my wife, and her friend Greg Chow - he's the Asian guy giving the devil horns - took the pictures. I drank too much tequila early on in the party, and he took all these photos and posted them online. Truthfully, I was embarrassed by them at first because I'm self-conscious, but my manager found them and was like, "That's your cover." I just laughed. And then he sent it to Matador, and they loved it."
The EP's cover art features a collage of photographs featuring Vile asleep at a party. Regarding the cover, Vile noted, "I went to a party with my wife, and her friend Greg Chow - he's the Asian guy giving the devil horns - took the pictures. I drank too much tequila early on in the party, and he took all these photos and posted them online. Truthfully, I was embarrassed by them at first because I'm self-conscious, but my manager found them and was like, "That's your cover." I just laughed. And then he sent it to Matador, and they loved it."
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So Outta Reach
Kurt Vile Lyrics
(so outta reach) I had a job, I had a girl I had something…
Downbound Train I had a job, I had a girl I had something…
Life's a Beach I wanna be born, don’t wanna be anything I got dangerous…
Gren Marton
on Wheelhouse
Sometimes I talk too much but I gotta get it out
But I don’t wanna talk, I only wanna listen
My baby talks soft, my ears are always ringing now
Humming a sad song when I’m alone
But you gotta be alone to figure things out sometimes
Be alone, when even in a crowd of friends and not so
Sometimes of whom you just can’t distinguish but
Thank god for the former, yeah
Some bow down a hundred times a day or more
To find a way, to get back down to the temple one day
Find the temple, to bask in the glory of
Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then
Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and
Breathing deep inside
There’s a desert down below the earth’s core
A hidden staircase in the house that you reside in
A little something from the cupboard over there
A little medicine, it’s a medication situation
Some bow down a hundred times a day or more
To find a way, to get back down to the temple one day
Find the temple, to bask in the glory of
Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then
Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and
Breathing deep inside