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Pallid Boy & Spindling Girl

by Drew Danburry

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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
2.
I'll let you decide I can't promise the things that I won't sacrifice What you expect of me is only accomplished by inured duplicity So don't you mix up wrong and right Our potential is equal but our place in life is just what we decide And I'm not counting coins the things I love are never things it's all in the voyage And I'm an easy mark but you expose more of yourself when you spit words Excuses should be sacrificed Instead ideals and dreams and everything it seems is worth the present time I'll let you decide cause I can't promise the things that I won't sacrifice And I could use your help so stop blaming your failure on someone else
3.
I put my faith in you to be true Is it my fault for believing in your words? I won't say how I know but I think you better go I've learned a lesson one I wish I didn't learn. I saw the way you looked at other girls When your hand was busy holding onto mine And when we'd push and pull your breathing taking toll Would your eyes close to envision what you'd left behind I'm no receptacle for your selfish thoughts Baby I'm broken and it's all of your fault I put my faith in you to be true Is it my fault for believing in your words? I won't say how I know but I think you better go I've learned a lesson one I wish I didn't learn. I'm no receptacle for your selfish thoughts Baby I'm broken and it's all of your fault
4.
I still recall a time where everything was fixable We played and romped in childish fun and games But then we learned just how to hurt Where every apology wasn't quite good enough for you or me And although this well trod path makes us part of something bigger than ourselves It still feels like we're all alone But everything was always meant to fall apart my dear so let me fall apart and depart here It's not about you or about them These things happened before and will again We give our life its meaning but there's just no way to win Unless you've found a way to smile Another wasted evening writing nihilistic words and forcing them to fit some hackneyed melody When will this treadmill run its course and I stop writing all these songs but I guess maybe that's life to me It's not about you or about them These things happened before and will again We give our life its meaning but there's just no way to win
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Balanced on a razor almost time to phase out gently now it's just us three We don't know where we're going but we are all are hoping to see you there don't look just leap Away from spasticated saints in padded metal wagons their churlish voices harangue Untoward a choking pedal pusher letting the weeds grow torrid calumny won't be brayed So light your path with action fill every page full of words but shut your mouth leave talking to Test the water with toes or ask the same dumb questions but don't pretend it's me not you We'll gather sounds and images and tell the same dumb story a hero, a cross, some nails. We'll pat our backs and celebrate how everybody is so brave or foolish, who can tell? In the best tradition of cheap fiction My old dutch left me in a row the bantam is the proudest cock to crow We're anxious all to be understood but to understand is greater than the best tradition of cheap fiction
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To converse and connect not a murmuring wreck I envisioned my death sinking low in the sea's depths But one constant and calm held my hand for so And along came the son So I gathered up my loves found a nest on higher ground And instead of a big crowd with music blaring so I sit and read him books and he says he loves me as much as Mom

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released July 19, 2019

Aaron Anderson – Drums on Track 1
Jed Jones - Piano on Tracks 1-3

Tracks 1-3 produced, engineered & mixed by Jed Jones at June Audio in Provo, Utah.
Tracks 4-8 produced & mixed by Jake Bellows in Los Angeles, CA. He also played most everything outside of the acoustic guitar, flutes, saxophones and vocals. Preliminary recording done at home by Drew Danburry.

Mastered by Michael Greene at HUGEsound in SLC, Utah.
Album Art sized by Michael Powell.
Original Photograph by Drew Danburry.

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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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