"Painting of a Tree" is the fourth single from 'Troubadour' (November 14th) - https://tiberiuswright.bandcamp.com/album/troubadour-2

“There’s this older man I work with - a kooky gentleman who’s kind of off his rocker - but at the same time can incite this erudite understanding of the human condition. When I asked him if he had any advice for someone really mulling over some heartache, he chuckled. He said, “an artist cannot paint a tree, unless they examine all aspects of it.” I wrote, Painting of a Tree, as an homage to this idea that this kind of hurt was a truly human experience. A kind of pain I wouldn’t wish on anyone, but something that I feel thankful to have experienced. The kind of pain that makes us who we are.” – Brendan Wright (they/them)

Lyrics:

You came for love 
You leave with lessons 
The way you walk
Left me adolescent 
Take the time to notice 
The tree line you’re painting 

Goosebumps 
And laughing sideways
In the Stained chair 
You left to my place

I hope they love you 
Like I do 
At least the way I wanted to
Not the way I did 

Why’re you here
in the first place?
I saw you leave 
With your head raised 
Not that it’s wrong 
To see you around 
I just don’t know how to act

I’ll have your back
again someday friend

Painting of a Tree

Neon Grey Midnight Green

Rusty Mountain

All That Is Over

Better

Produced by Paul Tipler at Unit 13 Recording Studios

DO YOU WANT ME TO?

Lucy's World

Balloon Balloon Balloon

Popafangout

Worried For You

Trial By Fire

Trial By Fire (Nick Zinner Rework)

Taken from the forthcoming album The Empty Page Unfolding - released on October 17th 2016.  

Available to pre-order on CD, vinyl and digital download from http://www.pledgemusic.com/projects/theemptypagedebut 

Recorded at The Farm Studios, Vancouver, Canada.  

Produced by Gggarth and The Empty Page. 

Engineered and Mixed by Karl Dicaire.  

Assistant Engineer Ben Wittrock.  

Mastered by Brock McFarlane at CPS Vancouver.  



Deeply Unlovable

No sisterhood. I wish you would be open armed.
Entirely disarmed.
But you side-eye me, shape and size me.
Compare, contrast, always a first and last.
And it’s a shame, it’s such a shame.
It’s such a shame, and we don’t need any more shame.

Deeply unlovable, yeah.

No self-respect ‘til we reject the tags they hang around our necks.
Cos they divide us to undermine us.
Puke wax nip tuck
Nothing’s ever good enough.

But it’s a game, it’s all a game.
It’s just a game and we don’t need to play your game.

Deeply unlovable, yeah.

Cut it out…..

Deeply unlovable, yeah.
I feel so
Deeply unlovable, yeah.
Why do I feel so
Deeply unlovable, yeah.








Unfolding

Deeply Unlovable