Type Two by Rose Brokenshire published on 2024-03-28T20:40:16Z An ode to all the truly sweet, steep and deep days ski touring in Rogers Pass with friends. More often than not, the majority of the fun had is held in the memories of the struggle, and I wouldn't want it any other way. This is for all of the pals that make the uphill journey so much more enjoyable than the downhill reward. Lyrics: Times we've had are often so much better in our heads 'Type two' had me feeling dead Savoury fun with all my sweetest friends that I love Sometimes the suffering's enough All this work just to break my bones but the sticks and stones can be fun Pocket snacks, I can't feel my toes but the mountains bring me home Thanks for sharing your candy My cliff bar's frozen like a rock This always happens, I just forgot I've got Bengal Spice It isn't much, but it's hot and somehow always hits the spot Eight hours up for an hour-long run We're not crazy, we're just havin' fun Scared to death 'bout those cliffs ahead but the snows fresh, so it's gettin' done ~ Scared to death 'bout those cliffs ahead but the snows fresh, so it's gettin' done. All this work just to break my bones but the sticks and stones can be fun. Eight hours up for an hour-long run We're not crazy, we're just gettin'er done. Pocket snacks, I can't feel my toes but the mountains bring me home. credits Genre Indie