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No tree can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell

by Icarus Phoenix

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1.
I found an anchor in the arms of an ox. An owl alighted gently onto me. He gave me a compass, a giraffe was driving with a horse who fought for the right to be free. So when I tell you I've chosen my path I mean My path is chosen my bags don't have room for your lack of acceptance or self-inflicted pain But oh how I love you. This monkey is dancing with a crow and red herring to a new wavelength So when I tell you forgiveness heals us inside. Well Madam Seawright taught me a lesson, true friends hail all over. We're on the same team. So when I tell you forgiveness heals us inside.
2.
Jan Sessions 03:25
Jan Sessions wrote me a song with all the right words. Reminding why I breathe, share and sing. Abandoning rust and decay the wasps became bees. The morning cascaded into empathy. I took all the value systems and made them the same. The opposite of Joshua whipping a braid. So many moments of joy paired with such neglect. But when things were good you were better than the rest. Still failures had its teeth inside me When the details become my very best friend and gratitude for my family as Means to end everything I mean When the pressure is unsustainable and survival feeds into complacency Jan started later in life, painting brought her joy Her art's on display next to a truck stop and wafflehouse Her art is better than mine, I feel like she cares Creating for joy, for the moment, fully there Thinking for ourselves running with Foxes, I just wanted to write a good song, I never wanted to be on a Stage of life, fulminating drift. But the forest wounded by the wind, weeps dead leaves as we hurl wild horses over cliffs. Jan Sessions wrote me a song with all the right words. Reminding why I breathe, share and sing.
3.
Rivers 02:32
So you want to write songs in a world full of sound And you want to make art when entertainment abounds And you think they won't care. Well, you know that they won't Did you set up to fail? Are there reasons you don't....stop. With expectations so high, the pressure to entertain Filling pages with words and making mountains from page Till you land on a truth that's somehow never been said And change the world with a song, shift the whole perspective Who we are and what we have is enough
4.
Anthem 02:16
Forgetting rent, money all spent, scavenging change so I'm eating Money for beer, priority here, sleeping around is me dating Waking in my clothes, self care so unknown Dumpster dive, just to survive, got to keep my lovely figure Shallow and vain, an insecure train, better make way cause I'm wounded Self involved black hole, can you fix me? No.
5.
Everybody's hungry but I ain't got no food. Everybody's thirsty but I got no alcohol to alleviate their pain, their need, cause I won't waste my time with that greed And I used to be sad I wasn't making ends meet. But to sing songs that I make up when I am asleep Is a dream, and that I get to even sing, well what a strange life we live Every time I write a song where I intentionally do not rhyme I get scared That people will not see the purpose placed alliteratively and set with such care Our worldview, catered to, one click and we're satisfied. The result, we're selfish and insecure. So soak up how everyone else is getting everything you ever wanted Exacerbate the problem by pretending you're someone that you are not your own brand Our worldview, catered to, one click and we're satisfied. The result, we're selfish pieces of shit.
6.
Well it may be small but what you do at least for you makes a difference And floodwaters rise, the uncontrolled tide is great for swimming or maybe just floating I remember vividly a message that you sent like a mantle settling you wrote we are intrepid And languishing now but breaking rank between the bluster and the bellows Those lottery friends seeing you glow and wanting only to be golden. Feeling the world squeeze in. But these poison silhouettes press thorns is so gently. Compliments or criticism still we're lost at sea. So we gather up sand, comparing castles or foundations meant for breaking But as soon as your hand let go of mine I knew my soul was for taking. So this is how it feels then.
7.
Eddie King 02:00
When Eddie King broke his skateboard in a mining town, he didn't think that anybody'd be around So he ran, what felt like forever and he arrived at my door. He played rock and roll and kicked the shit out of everyone. He never seemed to stop when he was having fun So he had fun without ever stopping. A crashing car couldn't slow him down So he smiled and lived wild. Cause he knew we're all on our way. When Eddie King felt like crying in this whitebread world He built up armor and a banner he'd unfurl And he'd smile forever and ever. Cause he knew we've only got now. So he smiled and lived wild. Cause he knew we're all on our way to decay.
8.
A name in lights, tucked away so safe from the crowded blight An ursine bore, placed in circuits to stay forever more. Substituting body in place of speech Waiting for scales, scales to fall. Waiting for a, a bird to call. This hungry town, so impatient when there's substance around And words of sense, so befuddled by their lack of placement. Lost in throes of pressing hands and their croon All spirit and fire, fire and dew. And I won't be found, won't be found with you. When things begin to happen they tend to keep on so keep on please keep on harrowing up my soul harrowing up my soul harrowing up my soul harrow up
9.
Chipping at ice from off of your shoulder I never knew that you could Treat me this way overnight change and now it feels all over Permanent fade. The tiniest details carry the heaviest weight Returning from hell into another. Thanks for the welcome home. She said it's not the simple. He said it never is anyway. To be, to be distant. To be, to be so near. To, to be so distant. To, to be so near and so far. When we exist only to confirm the world in how they see The thought of you gets my blood flowing am I in your memory?
10.
You can't go back to a few years ago so keep on running or find ways of coping Don't open your mouth cause everyone will know you got nothing unless you're at home It's easier now, your partner by your side. Drawing together and freedom to be Whatever you are, you've made a lovely home. A shelter from outside, no desire to leave Why's it gotta be you feel alive with no one round? Just the moon peeking at me behind the clouds just shining down Writing stupid songs to help recover from the pain or being alive or trying to rewind Adjusting to now wouldn't be painful if accepting yourself was an easier task I hope you have found we're all in the same boat and though it is sinking you once thought to drown Why's it gotta be you feel alive with no one round? Just the moon peeking at me behind the clouds just shining down Riding on my bike abandoning social events every time. Don't know why I try. Why's it gotta be... Just the moon peeking at me...
11.
All the Same 03:05
When I find myself in suffering, when I find myself in pain Am I guilty of dishonor? Can I find another way? I can see the writing on walls, I can see through crystal glass I can see the shrouded future, I can see it through the past But when I turn all the facts just run away. What is wisdom? Is it similar to faith? Am I blinded by emotion? Am I trapped in logic's grip? Is there balance between worlds? Is it all solipsis? Why ask questions, all I have is here right now. These sweet details I can hold onto throughout When I find myself in suffering, when I find myself in pain When I'm guilty of dishonor, I can find another way I can stay right here beside you, we can laugh and find our joy We can draw and be creative, we won't always be this young. There aren't answers better than what's here right now. These sweet details I can hold onto forever
12.
How do we value, things we connect with? If we don't have to work to connect at all? How are we not built to be egocentric when everything we touch revolves around us? How do you find friends in this life? Who understands, you. They don't think you're weird if you're scared of dogs. They're okay with your different truth. Where is the line placed between love and hate? What is aggressive or passively so? Do your beliefs need forced validation? Must others conform to your point of view? Can we agree it's damaging for us to think we should agree? I don't think it's weird if you're scared of dogma but we don't need to be the same. If I say love do you hear hate? We've had such different lives. Conditioning is hard to break. Will my best efforts suffice?
13.
Empathy starts from the center moving slowly to the outside Empathy starts as a challenge to myself and my foolish pride I understand how things aren't changing and you're (so) frustrated, you just burn it all down But what if we all cleaned up our own houses and rather than pointing we turned our fingers around? And what if we listened? Rather than shout?

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Nick, Ryan, Will and I spent months preparing for the three day 28 song recording session with Jed Jones at June Audio in Provo, Utah. The last album changed my life. This one might change yours.

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released September 10, 2021

Album Art by J.R. Boyce
Cassette tape design by Eric Edvalson
Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Jed Jones at June Audio in Provo, Utah
Additional Engineering by D. Barlow at the house on Strand in Missoula, MT

Jed Jones – Organ Synth Wurlitzer Piano Rhodes Music Box and a bunch of other stuff
Nick Dorsey – Drums and a bunch of other stuff
Ryan Scott – Bass and a bunch of other stuff
Will Pasternak – Lead Guitar and a bunch of other stuff
A.R. Herrin – Vocals, Guitar, Flute, Saxophone and a bunch of other stuff

Josaleigh Pollett – featured vocals on Madam Seawright, Rivers, Anthem, Swim, and St. Regis pt. 2

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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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