My first ever album project. Lovingly recorded in exactly three bedrooms, two apartments, one field, a dining room, an ice cream shop, and my dad's house.

Just Like Home

Let's Go Together

A Kiss (pt 1)

A new song I wrote a little while ago! Lots of angst and loud guitars, which seems to be my new aesthetic moving forward. More demos to follow soon-ish.

Cycling - Demo

This is a small collection of three songs written sporadically over the last three years. All are centered around feelings of anxiousness and how it manifests. These songs taste, feel, and sound like my young adult life; I hope you find echoes of yours in them too.

All writing, performing, recording, mixing, and cover design by Trent Henry 

Photography on cover by Bianca Barcenas

Whatever This Is

Cycling

Lyrics:

Pen, pad of paper 
Blank looks and black ink
I'm quiet today
I'm asked - 'so what do you think?'

It's a funny kind of question,
One you'd hope I'd think about a lot
But these days my minds
an open empty canvas

and I don't know
and I don't care
I don't know
and I don't care

Go ahead and cut me off
I'm driving circles over here
Go ahead and lock me up
I'm begging for something so austere

And when the hell do I
think that I'll be walking out of here?

I don't know
and I don't care
I don't know
and I don't...

released May 22, 2020
Written, Performed, Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Trent Henry

Untitled (Apathy)

An acoustic song about fear and power.
Or, who we should really be mad at.

Lyrics:

We all sit,
Like hikers around the firepit.
We peel off one by one
Until the embers are gone.

We all talk,
Swapping stories about the ones we've lost.
Who gave up, lost strength or left us
For whom we'll miss, forget, or just adjust.

We're all waiting...

I'll write just for you,
Make a space where you get to choose
What and who will live,
And what will get you in the end.

We're all waiting...

I'm your Prophet in the Hills,
a thankless job no one asked for me to fill.

I'm your Prophet in the Hills,
we're all going, what's it matter what makes us still.

I'm your Prophet in the Hills,
screeching verse about the ones who've killed us,
your friends, your family.
Who burned the Earth, the trees, and the sea.

We're all waiting...
We're all waiting...

released June 19, 2020
Written, Performed, Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Trent Henr

Prophet In The Hills

Lyrics:

I woke to find myself alone.
Under blankets of ash, at the bottom of a hole.
One floor above, the morning light shone.
Wood floors all tangled, and black like coal.

How did I get here?
Was it something I said?
And what kind of demon,
burns the floor out from under your bed?

Maybe I took it all for granted
And I haven't been my best.
Maybe I should be more sycophantic
and being selfless is just a test.

I woke to find myself in despair,
And not from the rubble or the sooty black air.
But from finding myself
without what I thought would be there.
credits

released July 17, 2020

Bass Performed by Kendall Parchman
All Else Performed by Trent Henry
Written, Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Trent Henry

A Waking Realization

Probably is the atmospheric indie folk/rock recording project of DIY singer-songwriter and producer, Trent Henry.

Probably

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