Written partly on a concrete rooftop outside of Lima, Peru, and partly in the various bedrooms and basements of our friends across Wisconsin.

Jacquelyn Beaupre played everything.
Donivan Berube played everything else.
Ross Severson played some guitars.

Recorded, produced, mixed, and everything else by Patrick Boland, Marty Brueggemann, & Mark Zbikowski at Honeytone Music over the course of one icy spring weekend. They did the cover as well. Mastered by TW Walsh in New York City.

Released as part of the Honeytone Records 'Singles Series' on April 15th, 2014.

www.blessedfeathers.com
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PS: We have a new album done.

Huaycan Song #2

Lyrics: 

I don't have a bad hand. The more you learn the less you know. I have lady luck to blame. Got me fore' I got too old. I miss the party 

I am getting nowhere. I can't leave another life to fate. I am getting nowhere. I don't recognize my own face. It's a house of cards I'm ready to blow down. Yeah, I'm buried under half truths. I can't get out.

Saturdays they rush by. Everywhere is crowded. No one can remember why they ever doubted this life. Some of them are washed up, tired, hopeless. Some of them have figured how to let it go. Just let them go. 

Drums by Nick Price

Mixed and Mastered by Pat Harris

Artwork by Dasha Shleyeva (www.dashadraws.com)

Getting Nowhere

The first single from the new Blessed Feathers album, coming in 2015. Premiered exclusively by 88.9 Radio Milwaukee.

Click the above "Buy" link to purchase the 7" single on clear, glass-colored vinyl with a special psychedelic spinning donut label. Limited to 500 copies.

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A month after turning 17, Donivan Berube left home and disassociated himself from the church of Jehovah's Witnesses, thus saying goodbye to his entire family and all of his friends, forever. Then he met his dream girl, Jacquelyn Beaupré, and together they took off to travel the continent and live out of a tent. In the time since, he's worked as an English teacher in Peru, a librarian in Big Sur, California, and ridden his single-speed bicycle across the country, aside from touring the continent while releasing records on small labels.

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Recorded, produced, mixed, and everything else by Blessed Feathers, partly on a concrete rooftop in Huaycán, Peru, and partly in the basements and bedrooms of our friends across America, with vocal help from Ben Lippard at Studio Patchwork in Arizona.

Mastered by Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound in New York City.
Artwork by Jenny Vanderheiden in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Management by Dan Backhaus at Advanced Beginner.

Jacquelyn Beaupré Berube played everything. 
Donivan Berube played everything else. 

Wyoming/Dakota

Lyrics: 

I'll meet you in the waiting room
Next to the bar
I'm wearing black and drinking blue
You're playing hard

I'll leave a key beside my glass
Room 205
If we happen to make contact
Stay in disguise

I've been waiting to touch you
And I love that you're a liar, you're dangerous
I'm always gonna want you
We'll be safe they're not catching us

You are now the only reason I can shake another day
I'll never be lonely
When I know you're just a lie away.

Burn ourselves with candlelight
create the mood
I wanna hear your darkest fears
The story of you

Won't tell a single soul
I'll disappear
I can't believe it took 8 years to find you here

I've been hurting for so long
No one else knows me like you do, you do
I wish that this would never end.
I'll admit I'm in awe of you.

*mixed and mastered by Pat Harris

The Affair

Little Paper Boat

This is a cover of the song Break Even by The Script. Keith Groover cello, me singing and playing the piano. Tell me what you think :)

Break Even - The Script cover

Seniorita (Possible Song Title)

We have lived and we've died at least
A million times before 
We familiar 
Few who, promised peace,
Were sent to war
What men fight
To keep alive
They just as soon destroy
Then trade away dreams
For momentary shades of joy

Our homes become battlefields
Plowshares turn to swords
As the land that we share becomes
Surrendered to our lords 

All the lines that divide us fall from
Shadowed skies above
And descend on 
Our hungry hearts 
Into what we 
Call love

Convinced we are the enemy
They curse our place on bended knee
Guided by the war within,
We bend beneath their weighted whims

We get lost in the silence 
Where words become violence
Then lost in the violence,
Our words become silence

Lost in the silence,
Where words become violence 
Then lost in their violence,
Our words become silence

All split between many truths
And paths we're taught
to walk,
We collide with our jagged steel,
And forget how to talk
In the battles we're forced to wage
Humanity's not lost 
Does the one who denies its wonder
Truly know the cost?

Our homes become battlefields
Plowshares turn to swords
When the mercy of martyrs
Becomes lost upon their lords

And when the blade falls upon us
Weakness does not 
Make us weak 
For the strength of one's  
strength of all, the
The source of love we seek

It asks "how can you silence me?
When I am that which sets you free?
Listen past the bloody din
And you can hear me deep within”

But you're lost in the silence 
Where words become violence
Then lost in the violence,
Words become silence
Oh, please don't deny me
Words don’t define me 
In a world that derides me
I'm just trying to find me

But I'm lost in the silence 
Where words become violence 
Lost in the violence 
My words become silence

Oh, please don't deny me 
Words don't define me
I'm just trying to find me 
I'm just trying to find me

But I'm lost in the silence,
(please don't deny me)
Where words become violence
(words don't define me) 
Then lost in the violence,
(i'm just trying to find me)
My words become silence
(i'm just trying to find me)

So please don't deny me
(i'm just trying to find me)
Words don't define me
(i'm just trying to find me)
I'm just trying to find me
(i'm just trying to find me)
I'm just trying to find me

But I'm lost in the silence...

Lost In The Silence

Produced by Patty PerShayla and Paul Abel.

Lyrics: 
Your palms could read the same as mine
I could help you wash the dirt from the plot lines
But you hold grudges by the fistful 
From smudges on a crystal ball
Your palms could read the same as mine

And I'll carve my own 
Oracle bones, oracle bones

You're cursing at the sky
You show no gratitude for stars that won't align
Demanding an apology 
Of horoscopic prophecies
You're cursing at the sky

Rabbit, you gotta run, run, run
Find shelter, quick, before the hunter comes
Get on your soft and steady feet
They're selling as commodities
Rabbit, you gotta run



Written by Patricia Pierzchala.

Recorded by Paul Abel at PROP Studios.
Mixed by Lucas Powell.
Mastered by Matt Ten Clay. 

Upright bass by Nuri Tett.
Egg shaker by Brandino Proch.

Oracle Bones

Watch the world around us take a dive
Nothing’s shocking
Its all predictable 
Looking for the silver lining
But the news feeds pukes
A world divided 
Can’t shake the suck of this
So tired of fighting it

What constitutes the good of anything 
When we’re not making noble memories
Can you agree, we nowhere and we’re lost
It’s a shameful time for men
We’re nowhere and we’re lost
Let that sink in
Yeah we’re no where and we’re lost
When everybody thinks they have sauce
You’re not a boss  

Too self absorbed to care
Take you over we
Framing fake into fact
So magically 
This time around the impact
Is collectively
Burning down the house
and no one can leave

Sink In

Mouth Dreams

Patty PerShayla is a rarity as a combination singer and bassist, but has established herself as a stand-out performer by also perching on one leg or strutting the stage in platform heels while fronting her power trio, Patty PerShayla & The Mayhaps. Originally hailing from Grand Rapids, Michigan, Patty and guitarist Lucas Powell played hundreds of shows and racked up thousands of miles before landing in Nashville to explore new sounds. Their EP, Perpetual Motion Machine (winner of Best Rock/Pop Album at the 2024 WYCE Jammie Awards) features riff-driven rock anthems with their signature punky blues grit and a tasteful touch of twang. Always emoting for the cheap seats and boasting a big attitude, the heart of the Mayhaps is PerShayla’s vocal delivery and her quirky, pointed lyrics, ready to call out injustice or just simply shout the big feelings away.