My eyes are on the ground And there's no way to slow down Life is on repeat It's the same shit as last week Locked doors Drawn shades Cold floors Light fades There's no rest for the depressed anymore When we look up We stop looking down (no rest) I'm trying to find the string That for so long Had pulled me Locked doors Drawn shades Cold floors Light fades There's no rest for the depressed anymore When we look up We stop looking down (no rest) credits

You never do really lose them There's really no letting go It's like they're stuck between your shadow And the very marrow of your bones I was grey before you loved me Or maybe I was black and blue Now I'm a technicolor lover I crave all kinds of hues Lately I've been grateful for every broken heart Cause I pieced myself together from the scraps you pulled apart I truly hope you're well my dear I think of calling you sometimes Like when a hurricane is blowing in I think about your mother rebuilding her house last time Lately I've been grateful for every broken heart Cause I pieced myself together from the scraps you pulled apart Lately I've been grateful for every broken heart Cause I pieced myself back together from the scraps you tore apart

I got a friend who always is so patient Seems to have more time for me than I’ve ever got for them But that friend is not one for complaining Sure they’ll whine from time to time but they always let it go I got a friend who’s always up for trouble Takes a hardened heart to be the one to tell them no (Interlude) I got a friend who always getting dirty Seems to have a knack for coming home covered in mud I have a friend who’s more than a little flirty I’d almost call it shameless how they hit on everyone I got a friend who’s never in a hurry Sleeps most of the day and is never in a rush Hey little friend Your blindness to my worries Reminds me that worries Are only in my mind Hey little friend The way you look up to me Helps me live more truly Just to see me through your eyes I got a friend who’s really not that picky Seems so satisfied when you just throw her a bone I got a friend whose life is not so tricky Sometimes I swear I'd give it all just to live that life Hey little friend Your blindness to my worries Reminds me that worries Are only in my mind Hey little friend The way you look up to me Helps me live more truly Just to see me through your eyes

edit navigation bar "Spotlight" by Nat Osborn Share / Embed Wishlist supported by Benjamin Russell thumbnail joelleschon thumbnail rosherow58 thumbnail Edit Delete Bulk Edit 00:00 / 04:37 Digital Track Streaming + Download Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Buy Digital Track $3 USD or more Send as Gift about Week 4, Song 4! “Spotlight” - with Aimee Bayles + Camellia Hartman In this weird time it’s easy for things to blend together. Day into night. Anxiety into apathy. Fear into hope. Dreams into waking. This song was the hardest of the bunch to write in some ways and yet a lot of the heavy lifting was done subconsciously. I quite literally wrote this one in a dream. I’ve been having very vivid dreams. Probably due to all the fresh air and silence up here on Quarry island. This particular dream was a writing session with friends Lyle Divinsky and Alex Bilowitz. The song itself was kind of a funny pop song we were writing for a 20 year old girl but I couldn’t get the melody I woke up with out of my head so I took it to the piano and let it simmer. The song ended up being a reflection on time, mortality, and how ego can get in the way of progress and creation. Seeing as I have a project that’s my name + Band this is largely self-reflection. All this death and sickness had me wondering not only what you’d do if you had a known limited amount of time on this earth but what we’d do and create if we were immortal. A handful of incredibly talented music makers lent their talents to this one. Aimee Bayles singing harmonies and Camellia Hartman, back this week on the violin. Danielle Warman was a mix advisor. I hope you enjoy this one. lyrics LYRICS We were young But we weren’t stupid We had about a thousand dreams we were pursuing Some we lost along the way Some couldn’t do it Some took comfort in just knowing they’re not through yet We were broke But we weren’t bruised yet Living a life so thick you could almost chew it But then our needs changed And the greed came And we cared a bit too much to be the big name What would we make if we only had time? What we would do if we knew we’d never die? Cut the spotlight With a hot knife Don’t worry bout what you’re supposed sound like Turn your flash off Take the mask off Why not live like you’ve got more than this one life And I can make life I can take life How’s that make anything but God-like? It’s the sand that’s In my hourglass Grain by grain dripping into my past I can sculpt clay I can brick lay I could leave monuments to decency in my wake You’d be amazed What gets accomplished If nobody’s worried about taking the credit Cut the spotlight With a hot knife Don’t worry bout what you’re supposed sound like Turn your flash off Take the mask off Why not live like you’ve got more than this one life

Let me be down Let me wade in the water and trust that I won’t drown Let me bury my head so deep I hear no sound Just let me be down Let me be low (just let me be) Let me crawl on my hands and knees through weeds alone (down on my knees) If I stay too long I trust you’ll let me know (trust in me) But let me be low Let me be grey (Let me be grey) Like a new moon rising low on a winter day (just for the day) When you summon your strength just to show your face (I’ll find my strength) Let me be grey If you’re low (If you are low) Know the river won’t run til it reaches valley floor (I’ll wait below) My hands outstretched as I wait on the muddy shore (with hands to hold) If you’re low Let me be down (Just wait for me) Let me wade in the water and trust that I won’t drown (wait patiently) Let me bury my head so deep I hear no sound (I’ll lift back up) Just let me be down

Line up people with your empty bowls It’s two for one if you sell your soul Grab a broom go sweep that floor For 7.25, not a single cent more Here’s a rag, better wipe your brow (Thank you sir, that’s very kind to allow) Something nasty’s going around (Yes sir, sure hope the fever goes down) I believe in paying your debt (We believe in blood and sweat) Not this life, maybe in the next (We’re doing our doing our doing our best) All my people there standing in line (Used to cost a nickel and now it’s a dime) Get your hands off what’s rightfully mine (Wait a minute you said you’re on our side) I can see you from here, you’re hardly trying (Seven days straight’s little hard on the mind) Don’t you know there’s worse things in life than dying Are you hearing what the man just said? He’ll bleed us dry for a loaf of bread Before you stand up and join the fight Take a good long look at what you know is right So tell me, tell me what I’m doing right When you tell me what I’m doing wrong Grab those clippers, better get to work (Trying to stand up but the fevers getting worse) I’m teeing off at four o’clock Doing our best but the lungs still hurt) Quit that coughing, what’d I say (Don’t worry sir we’ll be okay) We’re not gonna play with blood on the fairway (Breaking our back so you can play) Are you hearing what the man just said? He’ll make his dollar if it leaves us dead Before you stand up and join the fight Take a good long look at what is wrong and right Tell me, tell me what I’m doing right Tell me, tell me what I’m doing right Wait now people, now where’d ya go (We’re leaving, we’re leaving, not taking no more) But this here paper says I own your soul (That’s some dice we’re willing to roll) Come on back I’ll give ya something sweet (We’re marching ourselves on down the street) But who’s gonna stay and wash my feet? (We’re marching, we’re marching on down the street) But who’s gonna cook and clean? (We’re marching ourselves on down the street) How’m I gonna get to my four o’clock meeting? We’re marching, we’re marching on down the street We’re marching, we’re marching on down the street We’re marching, we’re marching on down the street

Oh Michelle, what I’d give to be with you To be bedside holding your hand Oh Michelle, when this nightmare is over You’re the first one I’ll see when I can Oh Michelle, though you’ve waned in your late days There’s still mischief and mirth in your eyes So Michelle, stay well til I get there I could not bear to not say goodbye See, I’d scrap every plan To be losing a hand To your gin rummy wily ways Oh Michelle, though you’ve lost most your memories There are still a few in your care Like the day you walked down the aisle Toward a kind man who’s brown eyes I share

edit navigation bar "Nothing Today" by Nat Osborn Share / Embed Wishlist supported by Jesse Lindsey thumbnail joelleschon thumbnail rosherow58 thumbnail ClaudiaKW thumbnail jacaeagle thumbnail Edit Delete Bulk Edit 00:00 / 03:12 Digital Track Streaming + Download Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Buy Digital Track $3 USD or more Send as Gift about WEEK 8/SONG 8: "Nothing Today" This week's song started as a struggle, and ultimately the song itself reflects that. As we enter month three of the pandemic and it's clear this isn't going away anytime soon I think a lot of people are feeling fatigue. Those without work have the worries and stress that comes with that and those with work are feeling overwhelmed now that there's no work/home separation. Everyone is worried about what the future holds. This past weekend, my hosts, the Frasers, took us on a fishing excursion to a remote lake front cabin. As much as Quarry Island is a paradise itself, it was soothing to be entirely off the grid and have nothing to do that day but be fish, cook, relax, and be fully present. The cover photo was taken by Adam Fraser on our first night at the camp. That’s me fishing at sunset. It was an absolute luxury to unplug, but coming back and being reminded of what’s happening was hard. In seeking inspiration, I ultimately went back to the Hammond organ that's been so essential to this project. The initial idea I had in mind was to create a piece for just me, solo, at the instrument. In the end I couldn't resist some piano and percussion but the whole... more lyrics LYRICS: I don’t wanna do nothing Not today Except stay inside and count the drops of rain I don’t wanna do nothing No, not today Have to drag me up with a twelve foot steel link chain Don’t wanna do nothing, not at all You see it’s hard enough to have to watch the fall Don’t wanna do nothing, nothing today layaway Gonna put the hour hand on layaway Nothing today, nothing today Nothing today, nothing today I don’t wanna do nothing, nothing today Someone else step in and take my place I don’t wanna do nothing, not today The grind has ground me down into a paste I don’t wanna do nothing, not today But I’m gonna get up and go do it anyway I don't wanna do nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing today I don't wanna do nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing today I don’t wanna do nothing, not today Please Mr. Sunshine, stay away Don’t make me feel guilty for the way I feel today Let me stay inside and count the shades of grey

n the fading light of the solstice evening As our van passed under The Mt. Hood leaves And that proudest sun Threw it’s final rays You felt clarity through the normal haze You could breathe easy Breathe easy, cause you’re doing fine It just took a midnight sun to remind You’re doing fine VERSE 2: As the moon rose low Over the Tennessee Down in Chattanooga My bandmates and me, To not get swept away, We swam full speed And in that moonlit water I saw clearly It’s not where you’re traveling to Or if you arrive It's if who’s swimming next to you Makes you feel alive So breathe easy, you’re doing fine Just breathe easy, you’re doing fine It might take a moonlight swim to remind you, but you’re doing fine If you’re spinning round Like a wheel on the road You may find like me Your highs turn into lows But if you keep on moving You may get where you're trying to go Keep moving, it's not all in your control Just breath easy, you’re doing fine Breathe easy, you’re doing fine

I stayed up late Trying your phone My heart sunk deeper with each ringtone I froze in place Then shook with rage Just want my hands on your sweet face I’ll keep you safe That much I swore But feared I’d lose you to this silent war My Son. My Son. Oh lord what have they done They shot you down On Friday night When these tears dry I swear I’ll fight I might be scared I might feel lost But ain’t nobody else gonna bear the cost Ain’t nobody else gonna hang your photo up on the supermarket wall Or even really search for truth at all My son. My son. Oh lord, what have you done with my son.

If any Gods are listening won’t you whisper to wind Delicately pollinate the air with hope again Fear, despair, and anger seem to rule the day As thoughts and prayers, like rubber bullets, are are just fired into the fray I’ve never been religious so why is it I feel That God has left us long ago The Lost just grow in zeal As Neighbor turns on neighbor And the children stuck at home Their imaginary worlds are withering From playing all alone I have no faith to lose But I’ll still pray for you Hear this prayer from a Godless man Let peace and decency grace this land Let the ill and grieving heal again Let love grow fiercely gently where hate now stands It’s impossible to think that this is fate having her way You see my best friend lost her father needlessly today A kinder man you’ll never meet taken well before his time I’m heartbroken and angry, still searching for a sign That to honor him and others whose hearts were warm and bright, While thieves and traitors strip us for parts in broad daylight Decency and kindness will find their place again Like cool water quelling the raging fire in the hearts of men I have no faith to lose But I’ll still pray for you Hear this prayer from a Godless man Let peace and decency grace this land Let the ill and grieving heal again/hold a hand Let love grow proudly where hatred stands