
Shane Del Robles
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Vox~Rebecca Nicole Chubay
Pedal Harp~Pia Salvia
Upright Bass~Jaume Guerra Meneu
Washboard~Shane Del Robles

Mixed and mastered by Luck Dennis

Composed by Herman Hupfeld. Arr. Shane Del Robles

Night Owl

Original music & lyrics by Catey Esler.
piano: Thomson Knoles
viola: Jina An
vocals: Catey Esler
production: Adam Bentley

Copyright © 2015 Catey Esler

The Garden

You Ain't Got To Worry Bout Me..

Friends, Fans, and Family, we are so excited to present to you our newest single, "Magic." We have been working so hard to hone in on our sound and create something meaningful and the wait is over. We encourage you to throw on some headphones and really immerse yourself in this new one. Cant wait to give you all more new music!


Lyrics by: Kyle Thornton

Performed by: Kyle Thornton & The Company

Arranged by: Noah Conrad

Production by: Noah Conrad, Johannes Burger, Brett White (@WhiteNoise1000)Kyle Thornton, Marshawn Fondren

Mixed by: Noah Conrad, Johannes Burger, Brett White (@WhiteNoise1000) 

Mastered by: Noah Conrad, Johannes Burger, Brett White

Artwork & Visuals: Daniel Rattner 

Photos: Ryan Watanabe


Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
A girl like you
I've never seen before
you got me gazing at you
frozen like a statue 
when you walk through the door

Talking with our eyes
you reply,
"What is it you're looking for?,"
You're looking for...

(Chorus)
Do you believe in magic?
I do, I do 
Do you believe in loving?
I do , I do

(Verse 2)
We mix our potions just to loosen up, 
nothing crazy
Just something to hold us
Sharing emotions

Talking spells,
show and tell
You've got something baby
You've got that look on your face like...

(Chorus)
Like you believe in magic
I do, I do
Like you believe in loving,
sweet loving
I do, I do


Magic

trad. Welsh/arr. Max Wolpert

Performed by the Berklee World Strings, directed by Eugene Friesen
Max Wolpert, solo fiddle | Mairi Chaimbeul, harp
Recorded live at First Church Boston, April 30, 2015

Melangell/Conset y Peipar Coch/Erddigan y Pibydd Coch

Isaiah Beard- Lead Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Paul Johnson- Drums, Percussion
Victor Pacek- Electric Bass, Upright Bass
John Blanda- Piano, Fender Rhodes, Organ
Ben Knorr- Banjo
Julian Pinelli- Violin
Mariana Forjaz Secca- Background Vocals
Ariel Loud- Soprano Sax, Alto Sax
Joel Gardella- Baritone Sax, Bass Clarinet, Flute, assistant engineer
ANDREW KELLER- Audio engineer, Mix engineer
Pablo San Martin- Mastering Engineer
Gabriel Matesanz- Album artwork

Lyrics 
I don't know why I'm still here
I found you too close for comfort
But I'll stick around you
Cause I have no choice
I'm afraid of what you'll do to me
Wish I could say that
I was already done

But i guess it's not up to me
If it was then I'd have you
Oh I'd have you
But like I said it's not up to me
We'll just have to make through
If not you then me
I'll try not just to
Sit around and wait

I don't know why I'm still here
Something greater keeping me on 
And all though it's not ideal
We both know that its gone
But I'll stick around as long as I can 
No matter what I'm sure
That we'll both be okay

Progress

We'll Make It

written by Max Wolpert

Grant Larson, alto saxophone
Max Wolpert, violin
Mary Beth Tyndall, cello
Nathan Hess, piano

Recorded live at Rocky Ridge Music Center, July 28, 2016

Summer 2016

Shadow Puppets

Took Estelle's "American Boy" and super-soaked it with strings. Voila, a rough recomposition, backed entirely by violins. Please excuse my singing and the poor recording quality; This is a rough draft finished in a short amount of time.
Enjoy, Earthlings!

americanboi

"Pray” (Extended) by Flobots

Single Release 1.20.17 from the forthcoming spring 2017 album release NOENEMIES

Purchase:
iTunes | bit.ly/PrayiTunes
Spotify | bit.ly/PraySpotify
Apple Music | bit.ly/PrayAppleMusic

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"Pray" (Extended) Lyrics

any dream can become a nightmare 
if we never wake from it  
any person can seem like a devil 
when their story and history are lost to lies
we are blinded by falsehoods and weak mythology
we are called to wake
we are called to rise
the opposite of oppression is liberation
together we can confront the bloodstained chapters of our stories
and write with new ink
pages of reconciliation and forgiveness
it is time for an exorcism
to expel the demons which have separated us
to purge our souls from the toxic claims of whiteness
to walk gloriously into that great truth we have always known
we are family

when my father handed me the lash
taught me false tradition
separate my family white from black
consecrate division
i was young and ignorant of grace
lived as they had taught me
down in the river
i claim my sins
cast the devil off me
 
pray the pale white devil back to hell
blessed be my witness
pray the pale white devil back to hell
cry for my forgiveness
 
when the demons beckoned me to come
why did i believe them
named my brother as three fifths a man
left his body bleeding
claimed my sister as their property
used her for their pleasure
pray the pale white devil back to hell
cleanse my sins forever
 
look at me and what do you see
see somebody up in a tree
saying don't lie to us
at the worst of times
i see nursery rhymes 
too anonymous to believe
i'd rewrite them posthumously
but we can't wipe the blood from these leaves
it's inside of us
like a demon spawn
conceived deep beyond
pray to god for us to be free
i first caught him in the valley where the water was tainted
followed on the map and saw the spot where it was painted
the bottle was ancient
fiddle with the folds of a riddle made sacred
7 million dollars out of only one sl------p
from the mystery run
screaming oh my god it's begun
now we read prophecies of our progeny
and the monsters they have become
what the hell have we done
 
pray the pale white devil back to hell
make my soul unbroken
pray the pale white devil back to hell
let my eyes be opened
 
hip hop is transphobic
i speak the statement seeking its irrelevance
when it’s said the further from hell it gets
so why call blm some terrorists
we did the same with martin
and worse with the suffragettes
first resistance
forgiveness is coming next
before the wing is the cell of the chrysalis
the catalyst to something else
they'd pay attention
if i eliminated a mona lisa
when god’s masterpieces are
killed with increasing frequency
imitate immortals just to get someone to listen
we are building up a world that changes shame into contrition
we have named our mission
praying not condemning
blood relations are craving witness
liberation from this nation’s sickness  
we will win with no malice and no militias
 
speak truth to your neighbor
for we are all members of one body
be angry and sin not
do not let the sun go down on your wrath
nor give place to the devil
our weapon will not be righteousness
our tool will be humanity
 
pray the pale white devil back to hell
shout him from the heavens
usher in the souls long cast aside
beg for resurrection
turn and face your savior eye to eye
stand for your conviction
pray the pale white devil back to hell
til the lord is risen

Pray
(S. Brackett, J. Laurie, K. Ortiz, G. Otto, S. Sanchez)

Guitar- Tad Lusk
Additional vocals- Chris "#2" Barker
Opening vocals- Denver Glenarm Singers

Produced by Gabriel Otto
Recorded and engineered by Xandy Whitsel at Mighty Fine Studios, Denver CO
Mixed and mastered by Jason Livermore at The Blasting Room, Fort Collins CO

www.flobots.com/pray

Pray (Extended)

Why 
Does everyone drive
A fucking Subaru Forester
I try to move on
But everywhere I look I see 
a fucking Subaru Forester 

And feel your lips on mine
Divine
Under neath a prophetic sky 

Blue like you
I need to
Get out of this town 
Cause I’m Gonna burn it to the ground 
If I see another fucking Subaru Forester

Subaru Forester

Producer/Songwriter: Mr. Knobs
Singer: Vidushi soundcloud.com/viddyg

I get sad when the weed wears off

Figure me out now 
Or I’m gonna explode
I’m writhing on the couch
Waiting for you, come close

Will you touch me like I ask
Let me kiss you in my mask 
I fall in love so fucking fast
I lost track I lost track

Hold me down and whisper in my ear
Tell me things I think I wanna hear
I don’t care if you disappear 
I’m barely here I’m barely here
   
Hey baby won’t you kiss me so sweet
Pretend I’m the boy in the Chicago heat
We don’t need to beat around the beat 
I already know I already know
Watching eyes from before you were born 
I’m already drowsy from anticipating a storm 
You like cloud formations and kettle corn  
Does he even know

Cloud Formations and Kettle Corn

I was equipped with just a violin and a voice when I met Sprightly. Sprightly is the warmth in my heart and the joy in my lungs, a garden of the soul that blooms even in drought and darkness. Together, we make songs that sound like sunlight, constellations, and gentle ripples.

americanboi

sprightly

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