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the third track from three years is called “line in the sheets”. 

this one was co-written by luke, colin, and me. luke came to us with the guitar structure, i came up with a composition and a melody, and colin wrote words to it. 

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when every scent just begs for leave 
and wanders off in the afternoon
you will understand why i’m the moon 
who chases the wind through the trees 

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the second track from our album is called “the colours i earned”, written by adam. 

this one particularly is a mini-memoir of living on oakland ave. in 2011/12. almost all of our album is based around a creative obsession with that house. 

you gave yourself that night 
we were sitting out back at 3 a.m. and we were fine 
you said, let’s give our whole selves to this life 

stream or purchase the album from www.deadwoodfloats.com and find yourself in it — hopefully your own experiences are somewhere in there! that’s the idea. 

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we released our album, on june 4th! it’s called three years and it is available for purchase from our website. 

http://deadwoodfloats.com/

you can also stream it on spotify and soundcloud

so this is the title track, first song, “three years”. this one was written by adam. 

so we huddle ‘round the kitchen 
triy to keep the winter out 
but the snow that hits the window 
seems to creep inside the house 
our friends were here three weeks ago 
three weeks seems like a life 
three weeks weighs on your mind 
on your mind 

please listen and share if you like. i’m going to keep posting these songs over the next few weeks. 

read a review of our album here. 

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a take away show of “line in the sheets”, a song from our upcoming album.

two years in the making but we’re almost done!

all the credit goes to our good friend emily of emily seipelt photo & video

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cover, john prine, “angel from montgomery”, 1971.

"there’s flies in the kitchen
i can hear all their buzzin’
but i ain’t done nothin’
since i woke up today”

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a minimalistic cover of “oviedo” by blind pilot.
from 3 rounds and a sound (2008).
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the thrill here is quicker than you’d think
the way some jet-lagged bar kept pouring the wine
from over their heads then sit back down again
four times is once too much for luck
and that’s how many times the clock struck
i wandered home saying your name

the arches here were built ‘cause they don’t fall
the cathedrals to make you feel small
you might find your small soul
but leave the preaching to the president
the crowd cheers, his eyes get wet
i’m full as it is, i’m full as it is
so don’t feed me more

you’ll be having my head, big as a birthday
'cause i left all my doubts on the airplane
i didn’t know, i didn’t know i’m not in control
i didn’t know, i’m not invincible

and maybe some things are better left unsaid
but if you wanted to test that out well, yeah, i guess you could’ve said
but there were nights in bars that i recall
your breath was courage laced with alcohol
you leaned in and said,
'make music with the chatter in here,
and whisper all the notes in my ears’
i didn’t know, i didn’t know the weight of my tongue
i didn’t know, i didn’t know what i’d done

the lights here are softer than you’d think
the dim lit peacocks in the trees
they’re hiding their eyes and their beauty, like me
but if my eyes were on my back
i know what i’d be looking at
through every shade of browns and greens
i didn’t know, i didn’t know it was nothing new
i didn’t know, i didn’t know it was you

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"man with no knees" by futurebirds from Hampton’s Lullaby (2010).
i first heard this song in the film natural selection.
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there you were standing dumb and confused
looking just like you could die
and i wanted to kill you

but i hated you with all my heart
sinking slowly down in a sinking house
but you could not bail the water out
watched you play your game from your secret perch
but you would not hide your face too much
but you would not hide your face too much

just a little too lazy for your lack of charm
just a little too drunk to find yourself a heart
it’s become way too clear that you’re a little too blind
to see it
you can’t get what you can’t find

the man with no knees was standing inches away from me
with a look on his face like he was begging to breathe
and a look in his eye like he was happy to be
the man without any knees, grinning through his teeth

just a little too lazy for your lack of charm
just a little too drunk to find yourself a heart
it’s become way too clear that you’re a little too blind
to see it
you can’t get what you can’t find
you can’t get what you can’t find

we’ve come so far just to see
you can’t get what you can’t find
you can’t get what you can’t find

for emma,
who was in the same space as me as i did this.

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—stairwell song (demo)

"stairwell song" demo.

this is an old song from our new album. written by my longtime music partner and best friend, adam. this is just me, starting the process for this song. this is ukulele and singing.

lately there’s been fire in those eyes
we’ll try to ignore it for a while
if you love me then don’t ever speak those words

and the past three years, there’s been water flowing under
with no direction, at least not that we’ve discovered
and if it matters so much then why won’t we show it?

lately there’s been fire in those eyes
we’ll try to ignore it for a while
if you love me then don’t ever speak those words

a sentimental stain
what a shame we had to leave ourselves this way
our greatest days forever tainted with disdain
an awful past which i would never wish to change

the first half and the second half of this song were recorded almost four years apart. the end is the same audio from the original recording that adam, katie and i did in the stairwell in winter 2010.

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fond, pt. 1, “oakland”, a hughes auditorium takeaway version.
(skip to 0:30.)
the song is from our upcoming lp and is performed here by adam and me.
my dear friend emily filmed this and put it together and she did a really nice job.

i still feel mistakenly placed

trapped at the corners of the kitchen sinks/
and mopping up, “what years of lonely!”

well, we’re fucked up and stuck to this place

the cupboards and the drawers/
cannot hold me like my lover can

well, i think that i begin to exist with a new face

forks and knives and mugs of wine/
and mugs of wine and mugs of wine/
trapped at the corners of the kitchen sinks/
and mopping up, “what years of lonely!”

i still feel mistakenly placed/
i still feel mistakenly placed/
then your absence makes my heart grow fonder

for those interested, here’s a timeline of events:
november 15th, 2011, julia’s poem.
january 24th, 2012, first demo of the song.
january 7th, 2013, instrumental teaser.
january 13th, 2013, demo of the part 2.
june 13th, 2013, unmastered studio version.

enjoy!

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my cover of “calgary” from bon iver (2011).

jesus christ, the son of man, wasn’t handing out “saved!” t-shirts at a sporting event and he wasn’t handing out color-printed “first time visiting?” pamphlets at a shopping-mall-church; he was covered in dirt, eating bread and figs on the floor with hookers.

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don’t you cherish me to sleep
never keep your eyelids clipped
hold me for the pops and clicks
i was only for the father’s crib

hair, old, long along
your neck onto your shoulder blades
always keep that message taped
cross your breasts you won’t erase
i was only for your very space

hip, under nothing
propped up by your other one, face ‘way from the sun
just have to keep a dialogue
teach our bodies: haunt the cause
i was only trying to spell a loss

joy, it’s all founded
pincher with the skin inside
you pinned me with your black sphere eyes
you know that all the rope’s untied
i was only for to die beside

so it’s storming on the lake
little waves our bodies break
there’s a fire going out,
but there’s really nothing to the south
swollen orange and light let through
your one piece swimmer stuck to you

sold, i’m ever
open ears and open eyes
wake up to your starboard bride
who goes in and then stays inside
oh the demons come, they can subside

for emma.

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