The Second Pillar

by Drew Danburry



A few of these songs were originally intended to be the ending to the album "Becoming Bastian Salazar".

They did not make the cut and consequently were arranged as this EP.


released March 11, 2013

Drums on tracks 2-4 by Jesse Nicholas Quebbeman-Turley
Bass on tracks 2-4 by Steve Richardson

Additional Production and Engineering by Jay William Henderson
Tracks 2-4 mixed by Michael Greene
All tracks mastered by Carl Saff
Album Art by Drew Danburry



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Drew Danburry Provo, Utah

Drew Danburry is a musician who played over 750 live shows around the world and released records independently from 2004- 2010. He received attention from blogs and websites such as NPR, Stereogum, Daytrotter, Magnet Magazine, Said the Gramophone, and the 405.

In 2011, he opened the Danburry Barber Shop in Provo, Utah and currently works full time as a barber. He still records and releases music.
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Track Name: You and your whole lousy generation believes the way it was for you is the way its got to be and not until your whole generation has lain down and died will the dead weight of you be off our backs.
I'll paint the walls so they shine, I'll make the moon feel so bright,
I'll place a haymaker on your docile chin, for every fustian fact you find.
I'll make your walls that they bleed, I'll make them drip right down to your feet,
Whipsawing every lecher with a guilty face who place their pulpit everywhere

And tonight will be repeated history, presenting gold flaked apples with the worms crawling inside,
But with a purpose in mind perhaps we might just find,
With an extension of a single digit I'll stand and stare.

I'll kick the bees in their hive, I'll face a world of hurt just for spite,
I'm calling to all dogs this gallow bird is sought for every cut served up with lime.
I won't think twice for this cause, I've got all money down for my loss,
I'm walking over graves just so they know their place meanwhile I rob them in their dark.

Perhaps the proud can be more inclined to see, that every truth crushed to the Earth will rise again,
And maybe all my flaws will soon be wrapped in gauze,
As if the devil may care about my brows of brass, I've been swallowing ink about my passions past, And if despaired and damned to hell I won't look back.

I'll make your walls that they bleed, I'll make them drip right down to your feet,
I'll raise a red right fist for five and dime ethics in hopes that someone confronts me.
Track Name: Our Acrimonious Introduction or Apache, The
Well I've been severing heartstrings, for all its dimming allure,
Keeping my stained hands separate, no matter what it incurs.
Battered from business models, each revolution's a sale,
And every idea's a mockery another past fad gone stale.

So we're decidedly hostile, when you place bows on a box,
Meanwhile we're clawing inside it, struggling against all the odds.

Because it's not my fault, that I'm just shredding up time,
Dousing deep in this twilight, maybe everything's fine.
Track Name: Cardboard Cutouts
I got scissors. I got glue. Cut out cardboard, the shape is you.
And I'll make one just for me the same and I'll give it a brand new,
Name so it well presents me, with your chin rested in your palm.
I will pull on strings and mouth the words bop Bop BOP.

And our cardboard will be best friends and if we fight then we'll make amends.
And if you find something wrong with me, I can depend you'll fix it.
Please I am at your service, entertainment and escape.
You can burden me with every problem, my cardboard will bear the weight.
It's strong and sturdy, has no feelings, but it doesn't feel for you.
It's an empty mouth you're sticking your tongue through.
Track Name: Alex Rogan or Bruce Leroy
If there were moments when I felt like I could see,
My sight is now dim and distant, I've lost reality.
Cause there's no way for me to quantify,
The affect my actions have had through life.

And I can't see who's listening to me.

So what's the point of singing if you can't sing at all,
And what's the point of sharing words if you believe they're false.
Cause everything eventually must go,
Every person dies forgotten and unknown.
Track Name: Nouveau Roman: Pro Ballet is my future
I saw you down my street, I thought that you might need,
A quick reminder why, my fists will be your guide that you don't belong here.
You're always too polite and discourteously concise,
You're always patronizing me, when we talk about my speed you can't keep your mouth shut.

Well I'll shut it for you it's the least I can do when you've said so much for me,
I will forget forgiveness, I'll make this burden sickness till I purge it onto thee.

I wouldn't be so inclined to blacken up your eye,
I wouldn't write down all these lines if I weren't robbed a thousand times by you and your kind.

You've got me raging proper, you're nothing but a pauper, parading like a King,
I will forget forgiveness, I'll make this burden sickness till I purge it onto thee.

Maybe what I should say was best said by N.W.A.