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Nirvana, by Kurt Cobain
02:28
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I'm giving up, is this my lonely grave?
At least it's not, another lonely stage;
Conditioned care, depending on demand,
or rationed by outrageous rabid fans.
She's by my side, I feel her hand in mine,
walking me through, this nightmarish life;
She's understanding, when I wince in pain,
she understands, why I hide away.
We'll run away, from those without a heart,
we'll keep on running, from those critics of art;
We'll find a place, where skeptics learn to believe,
and those once blind, will begin to see. Inside of me.
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2. |
Hero Kensan
05:35
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a smile has been calling me for a long time, sometimes it squeezes by in smirks
i tried to cover my ears pretending not to hear (like Peco)
let's learn the language of the trees, I'll hunch my heart into my knees
prepare a pegasus for every naked face inhaling hope through furrowed frowns.
you think I sold my soul to Satan, I swear I gave myself to God,
what we love will always make us happy, we all make up our own right and wrong
bereave such salient an epicure
we'll change the world with our monumental miniscule gestures
I live with all my decisions all somnolescent dissipation
exacerbate the exclamation point right out.
tug on the apron of our instincts while watchers cluck dissaproval
of all the proud but beaten down to think their suffering proves they're strong.
alack the day we left the sordid soused the rascal roused running round
the crooked crown like chimerical starlings over the servant left supine.
so act adult atop your dormer window where the whole world and no one can see
can't be an anchorite in this breathless city but we can practice sociometry
line up sophomoric slams with slander vesture pained dignity with love's liniment
derail the amorist with his silver swagger and his intrusion on rustic refinement
cover the crestfallen with golden paper planes pretend and playing that it's autumn
gently undaunted by the knowledge of being a burden to the ground
now I'm a burden to all around.
she's back in Sin City, it's time for me to come back down
It's time I made a decision, It is time, I made a choice
If I'm in debt to God and you
then I'm in debt to those who hate me enough to raise their voice
don't let me be found in angry books
frustrated that they get no second looks
keep me alive with the soft love made by calloused hands
for what do we live for if not to do good?
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We love what we don't know at all, the girl we've barely talked to mocks.
But in our hope and ignorance, I feel like that's where we find bliss.
A surety, a sense of pride.
Where we know what's right.
And as we grow, we grow so tall, our confidence, a waterfall.
A never ending stream of dirt, full of gossip, assumption and hurt.
Because to clean some glass, requires work.
But to do what's easy.
We love what we don't know at all, the girl we've barely talked to mocks.
But in our hope and ignorance, I feel like that's where we find bliss.
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Victoria, why must you be so cold?
Why must you be above my every feeling, have you no soul?
And Brooklyn dear, why must you hide in fear?
Why must you hide behind the skirts of strangers when I come near?
I never felt worse than tonight, my ideals are begging to die,
So when I drown in my blood don't bother to ask reasons....
Why there's a red ribbon tied to my wrist, protection from all four lines of English,
But Saint Jude's backed me right from the beginning I might as well stop.
Oh Bellingham, it's been how many years?
My fondness fills as yearning overwhelms me, for your kind ears.
And oh Charleston, your lovely summer nights,
Your southern kindness washes my wounds clean, just like your ocean side.
And a thicker skin I've always lacked and hypocritically asking more tact,
It'd benefit me if you'd lend your ears, take fiction for...
The fact that you would give some of your time, to help a stranger in easing his mind,
With pressing highways and financial worries, well, I'll be okay.
And oh Provo, why must you be so strange?
Why must you divide people to extremes? You give your own bad name!
A clever trick to keep people at bay, so many come and then go on their way,
We may not live here forever but we'll always be glad we came.
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5. |
Yosuke Kobozuka
02:36
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These simple shelves, will one day become balustrades,
To guard your health, from any ideas that would strain.
That simple joy, now placed in glass upon display,
Refraining touch, for what our father's fought to stay.
Let me tell you about an observation,
Something I was thinking about this nation,
That maybe there is good and bad in everything.
But how could anyone presume that they know,
Defining anything at all just seems so...
When there are billions of perspectives...
To understand, what motivates another man,
And how they can, place value on the things I can't.
These simple songs, will get me nowhere in this life,
You'd sing along, if they weren't boringly despised.
Let me share with you a brief confession,
There's not any need for outside mention,
But I've been writing all these songs, just for myself.
How could anyone consider thousands,
Let alone a song with meaning to them,
I cannot escape myself enough, to write a hit.
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6. |
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By now, you'll be, a million miles gone, your tongue between your teeth,
Captive conundrums, replaced with a lark, riding those railings, well into the dark.
And execrated when you're found again.
And although you won't consider coming home, at least consider those,
Kissing their Bibles and gilding their eyes, jarring the heavens with their plaintive cries,
And throwing their bonnets o'er mills.
In the light of your own vampire you can always count on being empty and greedy,
Cause piling tomorrows will leave you empty days with waiting games to skin your knees.
You haven't hit your stride, you've hit an access, a coward's contest,
Presenting prattle to ironed ears with a stethoscope in your hands.
But if you could just remember winsome days, withholding your disdain,
Thin skinned and hopeful, conjecturing how to kill your albatross and to avow,
Chivalry among all men.
With acquaintances like an interlacing arcade count on them at hazard when in disaster,
You know well the price of ladder rungs but lost the value of good friends.
Not realizing criticism doesn't contribute, eviscerating, defenestrating.
Traditions once maintaining joy, now sullied and undermined.
But oh how it helps when mavens thrush like tones outweigh those making bones,
And if all the auguries are looking bleak if words twist to justify death for belief,
Well good timber does not grow with ease.
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its beautiful here Father sorry if i get
sometimes i make things with this independence
i think i found her Father the one that was gonna come
but i dont believe.... obviously
drunk with sleep i flaunt the flounder
tumbling with my tongue in hand
they asked for good songs to remember
escapism's in demand
the war of outright honesty
unbroken promises, don't shake
she's the one that made me quiver
but then helped show me the way
morbid attempts construct towers to heaven
the glass is spent no solvent seems to solve the bawl
if we're both willing how can we cause pain
you wonder why
it becomes chilling how we repeat the same
crimes each night
so we just...
so we just...
how can i stop it father we're all drowned in stains
we grow accustomed to it uniquely all the same
i feel so helpless father in glass we're all found framed
and set in stone and poised to dive so take the plunge
into the grey
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8. |
Tree on Wheels
04:41
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Since when did things become so grey
i used to wish for rainy days
but now i seem to dream in color not black and white
and for a midnight drive so clear
with you beside me in my ear
never had a comfort call be
so unbearable
but the way all the trees swayed
was way too clever to be a mistake
and with a candid clarity
saw you unravel before me
and every stitch that made us we
now the swineherd seems much cleaner
the preacher seems less cruel
the politician just seems more crooked
we bend our knees but stand on stools
but the way all the trees swayed
was way too clever to be a mistake
and with a candid clarity
saw you unravel before me
can't let that happen don't you see
you see its more than just a crush
dont understand the passionless
all those who float with all the rest
its wintertime our friends will test
but the way all the trees swayed
was way too clever to be a mistake
and with a candid clarity
saw you unravel before me
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9. |
Lynette, I Love You
01:55
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When I was three, you came to me,
you had a popsicle with two sticks that we could split right down the middle
you were my friend, and i to you.
and you taught me how to share between us two.
I was 22 I picked up a guitar,
I thought it'd be a good way to share things from my heart,
I traveled round, I made some friends.
They give to me because I give something to them.
We don't have much but it's enough for us to be happy
Recently she came to me to share her time and love cause she believes
though we don't have much, it is enough,
to stick together when life gets real tough
her name's Lynette and I'm in love, she's la la la lovely.
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The Humility Crew has long disbanded,
we've all embarked for a new shore and landed,
we send smoke signals but won't dip an oar,
we can't rewind our time or even ask for more
and I've been feeling so hopeless lately,
like there's no hope for me and not just maybe,
I want to swim so far out to the sea
I'll find a place where waves can rescue me
but the risks we react with are so lovely in their repose
and on that grief stricken day we'll know we could've done more.
so smile deep, shine strong don't let the fog fill and foul your way
‘cause there's a bright shiny sunny day beyond the storm.
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11. |
Optimus Prime is Dead
02:23
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A cold walk with hot chocolate keeps me happy
like watching a film in your arms,
I love city lights reflecting on the mountains
and the sky when it's red and orange
But if there's one thing that I think that I must do
I think it's most likely better I forget I need you
She moves like lightning, electric fury through smile
With silence that speaks, eclipse pleasantry and learn to listen with your heart.
Palladins and princesses
with all-star eyes and long socked freaks
whether they're septic sea horses or scurvy mermaids
these words still hold meaning
Despite the fact that they may mean nothing to you
It doesn't mean my words are inane or untrue
ooh don't be uncouth Optimus Prime is dead, there is no use
all chances removed, don't bother calling in for troops,
it's here you should move, it's here you should, it's here you could...
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You're climbing up up up
like a dragon's long reaching neck can scrape the sky
It's not enough
making things happen the way you want and you don't know why
But if the bad guys came with their many hordes do you think we could unify?
Or would we crack under pressure of so many armies that we had to fight?
We'd be going bop Bop BOP
with us back to back and our cap guns in the air
And they'd go plop Plop PLOP
with a cry of complaint because they'd know it was just no fair
Because we'd fight like we were thousands though we're unified into just one
But I get scared when you climb up onto my shoulders, watch me sink into the mud
At least scream my name, or pull at my reins.
I know you need more, but I'm just so drained.
And there's so much farther we need to go,
and there's so much more I want you to know.
So let's go bop Bop BOP
with us back to back and our cap guns in the air
And they'll go plop Plop PLOP
with a cry of complaint because they'll know it was just no fair
Because we'll fight like we are thousands though we're unified into just one
And I get scared when you climb up onto my shoulders, but I am never giving up
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the piano's been struck its wounds go much deeper like a pierced heart with
bleeding that might never stop, these words that you speak constantly
against me they open the tear ducts and eventually releasing the waves of
desesperacion mi pena es mas grande like todo el dolor que contiene el mundo
pondre un disfraz para que me entiendan when i decide to turn back
when you went away i took the steps that took you further from me but can you really say its all my fault when you never believed id break your heart i always break your heart (3x)
youre like the trees in montana dark green against snow so beautiful to look
at so cold when up close see my warmth escape from me see you suck in my
breath with four layers of clothing hearts frozen in my chest at a stop in
st regis on a bench in the cold i search for your memory i left in idaho at
a stop in st regis on a bench in the cold i search for your memory i left
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You are no gentleman sir, we may be seeking to trim our sails,
but all change isn't progress just ask all those never haves and never wills.
The ugliness of our past sins, the haunting memory of those we've lost,
I'll burn all bridges behind me and display my cheeks for every ideal I have sought.
I'll cut my nose off to spite my face, I've come from dust and I'll go to a grave,
Inscribing anger to flesh wash my hands in your blood after calling you out your name.
What we take in hand we achieve, by hook or crook we'll bring you to your knees,
And when the crows cannot find you we'll taste of your misery and we will find it sweet.
I could have been your father if a dog didn't beat me there.
Take notice all of my primitive scars are displayed in the front.
And I might ask to be introduced to you,
but I can promise I'll put out my hand so I can then refuse.
And maybe I'm an iconoclast by rote,
but what's one more body against the foundations? A Cliff Evans placed by stone.
I'd rather hear myself shouting over a stupid crowd,
rather than hear what you have to say you'll never understand me anyway.
Disperse a flock with a few stones, and I might pay for it through the nose,
You jeopardize all your freedom when you exercise it Geronimo Pratt would know.
Meanwhile we fix all grammatical error in every ten cent book we read on faith,
And I will play a Cassandra with Christopher Pinchbeck like songs decorating my name.
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15. |
The Religion of Me
03:06
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Well you stopped floundering in the summer of 2006,
you stamped the wet cement of time and stopped to watch it sit,
But there's a mindless repetition, filling you with rage,
And there's a seedy character, he's always crashing stage.
Asphyxiated bombs or clocks, stuffed full of hollow time,
and you can sway with tides or currents but you'll only find,
There's a pariah pressing in, a pugilist by trade,
he'll square away for atavistic archetypes and saints.
And while we walk with imitation Cleopatra fakes,
our heavy insecurity will burden and will break,
cause there's a cheering cavalcade, a chorus that will swell,
and it will shatter scintillating things they try to sell.
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Now Anna Thompson had a day job,
decided maybe she was better off
spending her time searching for a man
who would never cause her pain
And my friend Daniel felt wickedly without hope,
would rather wrap himself up at the end of a rope,
He didn't think he'd find a girl that wouldn't ever pester him to death
But it's just a choice there is no luck
And what we love we will become
Sometimes a little sacrifice for us
Will only make us better in our ability to love
Now Anna and Daniel, well they met once,
spent a few days up in that ignorant oblivion
that world of bliss where all's forgotten
when we spend time with someone brand new,
But Anna she got scared and avoided him for days
and Dan well he gave up before she even came his way
to tell him he should take it slower but he wasn't around to wait
But it isn't sad to move along,
love stories aren't always a simple song
Friends and lovers come and go not just in pain
But they arrive and often leave for learnings sake.
And I just saw the last six years flash before my eyes,
Procuring evidence for all the reasons why
I've been negating the reality that makes me who I am
But maybe I want to believe what I'm singing
And there's some things that I must change
And although I know I deserve good things to come my way
Well maybe it isn't so bad to have to wait.
What else can I believe?
Some of us are just hoping in things we cannot see
Sometimes we must convince ourselves of obvious lies
if but to make us happy as we struggle through this life
and we get what we think we deserve and I'm not settling for second prize.
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I imagine just one line, you take to another place
we practice our words in time, so we can comfort ourselves with this space
we place between ourselves and the seeds we grow
why does the garden sow, so many angry boys
did we forget to breathe? when we dove down to grab the dime
we fill all our dreams with sleep, so we could rest and never fight
any obnoxious weeds making life bearable
if it weren't difficult, then nothing would satisfy.
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You were always on my mind, I just couldn't help forgetting all the time.
With so much to care about, that you're galloping each time I turn around.
You're still seeing new before I settle down, but I'll settle down.
While you kiss away regret, I'll find all the reasons first hand how to live
As if the devil's after me, and I keep turning round in circles just to see.
And I am spinning all alone but so carefree, I guess that's me.
Every morning when I wake, I see rows and rows of fields in full sway.
If I could crawl back in your arms, if I could finish what we never got to start.
You were always on my mind, but I suppose we'll have our own place our own time.
That's why I always hate the choice, for I will never reconcile what I avoid.
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Oh Yvonne, we met at a show,
I thought that you were beautiful but never let you know.
Oh Yvonne, I called you later on,
I wish that I had kissed you as the days turned into months.
...and years passed by...
I wonder if you wonder if I wonder just what could have been that night,
I guess I was too scared to show you how I cared or even just to try,
Yvonne the time has passed but how I think of you and that magical night.
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When the mirror doesn't look good and the years stretch strange behind me
The future dark and unseen looks bleak
Now I'm old enough to know that it's a minefield when you chase dreams
and our laughter can turn to screams one blink
Success isn't what it seems at all and everyone has their curtain call
Every golden moment must end
You put in work there's no guarantee your faith and your hope can cause you to sink
or at least a stagnant slow decay
Let me mollify this ache find a new place to notch arrows
use purging words for these throes of change
and I'll shirk apathy again and this fear that I've lost feeling
and any sense of meaning for life
But then that voice calls out night how do you argue with a made up mind
extolling moribund ideals
So you pull the long bow and hide in between some consonant chords some pages and ink
A copper bottom turned to rust
Now we circle wagons in spades and opposing all things puts you center in the fray
And that's mediocrity something most of us are sharing
and our insecure comparing yields pain
Cause there's always someone else who has more or less than we do
so we scratch and claw to feed our black hole
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21. |
Dispersing the Veil
03:34
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I wrote some words I cannot speak, I wrote some words I couldn't print
Cause I can't lie to you or me, sometimes I'm still a cynic
Hey if I'm not meant for life, I know that I keep messing up,
well I'm determined still to try, I must just be in a slump.
So Father place your hands around, create the shape to fit a crown
cast out the demons from my sleep, the ones that sabotage my dreams
because I just can't stand alone, closed off from everyone
Because good people help you grow, good friends bring you love and hope.
It's gonna be all right,
though we've got heavy clouds hanging over our heads
Still it's gonna be all right,
though we've felt secluded in such sad and loneliness
But no, it's gonna be all right,
we've all been there, and we've all made it back
Because it's gonna be all right,
maybe you can't hear us cheer, but we've got arms where you can rest.
Cause we're all trying to succeed in being who we all admire,
Sometimes we hurt each other through our struggles and failures to aspire
we all wrestle with our own power, in our influence for good we doubt,
to be responsible for our own actions rather than what surrounds
Becomes a burden so hard to bear and it's so easy to place the blame
But we've all hurt just like we've ached, and hypocrites we will remain.
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By now, you'll be, a million miles gone, your tongue between your teeth,
Captive conundrums, replaced with a lark, riding those railings, well into the dark.
And execrated when you're found again.
And although you won't consider coming home, at least consider those,
Kissing their Bibles and gilding their eyes, jarring the heavens with their plaintive cries,
And throwing their bonnets o'er mills.
In the light of your own vampire you can always count on being empty and greedy,
Cause piling tomorrows will leave you empty days with waiting games to skin your knees.
You haven't hit your stride, you've hit an access, a coward's contest,
Presenting prattle to ironed ears with a stethoscope in your hands.
But if you could just remember winsome days, withholding your disdain,
Thin skinned and hopeful, conjecturing how to kill your albatross and to avow,
Chivalry among all men.
With acquaintances like an interlacing arcade count on them at hazard when in disaster,
You know well the price of ladder rungs but lost the value of good friends.
Not realizing criticism doesn't contribute, eviscerating, defenestrating.
Traditions once maintaining joy, now sullied and undermined.
But oh how it helps when mavens thrush like tones outweigh those making bones,
And if all the auguries are looking bleak if words twist to justify death for belief,
Well good timber does not grow with ease.
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23. |
SRSLY - Mariah's Law
03:18
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Love or hate, it’s all just weight, it’s all just weight to me
Wants or needs, don’t have the energy, can’t waste the energy on you
Hammering every precious thing to dust
Rise or fall, you don’t recall, you don’t remember when
Faith or fear, somehow you’re here, somehow you’re stuck in this place
Hammering your love right into steam
Nostalgia kills the moments that we had
And I wish that I could start all over
I, I only find I’m getting older
And I wish that I could start all over
I, I only find I’m getting older
Words are air, I just can’t care, I just can’t care what you say
Aloof or cold, I guess I’m getting old cause I don’t give a shit what you think
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When you came so afraid I built wings to enclave
Keep you safe, safe from harm all I ask is
I didn't know that you had so much power within you
And now I'm sitting right here in your arms so confused
As we undressed I saw just how your skin became
Warm and wet with each caress it glowed and breathed with heat
The next day I became a new man chartered space
I knew you liked me too what could I do to prove?
That I'd do anything, anything for more of your love
You've taken a free man and put him in the best kind of chains
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you
Just ask me to and I'll prove my love is yours evermore
Evermore yours
Yours evermore
Evermore yours
Yours evermore
When you came
I felt safe
The next day
I became
A new man
Hand in hand
I didn't know that you had so much power within you
And now I'm sitting right here in your arms so confused
As we undressed I saw just how your skin became
Warm and wet with each caress it glowed and breathed with heat
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25. |
Bartholin - Paraphones
03:16
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When you turn and grab a hold of me my dear
Do you think it's more than what it is?
When you climb and clamber onto fields below
Do you think that you are all alone?
And after dusty trials and travel
You dip into a lake so clean
You dive into the deep
When you fall and crash your skinny knee all red
Do you think it's the beginning or the end?
Or are you somewhere on the way toward...
A loud distraction, a sea in storm or did you expect more?
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Drew Danburry Baltimore, Maryland
Drew Danburry has independently toured and released records since 2002.
He's released
over 400 songs on over 20 albums/13 EPs and played 800 + shows worldwide. Including 2 Daytrotter sessions, 3 invitations to Pop Montreal, 1 to Pygmalion Music Festival and 1 to Treefort Music Festival.
He's accomplished this long list of acheivements almost entirely DIY.
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