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Learning How to Fall - Grieves



     
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Well, I don't have a diary, I sing my songs
Drag the brush over anything to change my wrongs
Pushed a whole lotta limits just to make my palms shake and pump to the rhythm when the monitor's on
I make hearts jump, defibrillator art pump
Fishing from the shore when the ship-in-a-jar sunk
Blind sided by the rhythm with a hard thump
Pointing in my little inner center when he starts up
There's no rest when you're born with your last phrase scribbled on your chest
And the only way out of it is written in text
You can sing over anything your soul in you let'sSo, I guess I gotta let it all out
Break another little wall down
Let the music in me call out the brittle part of all doubt holding me down
I gotta learn how to fallSpoke out of what you might call love
I'll send it with a sword tryin' to write with blood
The tip stuck under my tongue
I'm not leavin' 'til I'm, I'm not leavin' 'til I'm done
Spoke out of what you might call hate
Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face

Gotta play it 'til I get my grace
Not leavin' 'til I'm, not leavin' 'til I'm savedI don't have a journal now, they can't make noise
Broke a whole lotta speakers just to hear my voice
Took a whole lotta needles just to poke those holes made for breathing when I make my choice
God, help us if it makes me
Slowing down the tape speed
Fate maker with a scrape and his fake teeth
Naysayer that will race what his brake feet and crash into the prison you've been planning on to break free
Escape from the pen, words held prisoner and incased in it's stem
Stationary, people signs bound from the place where a boss sets you free instead of cagin' you inSo, I guess I gotta let it all out
Break another little wall down
Let the music in me call out the little part of all doubt holding' me down
I gotta learn how to fallSpoke out of what you might call love
I'll send it with a sword trying' to write with blood
The tip stuck under my tongue
I'm not leavin' 'til I'm, I'm not leavin' 'til I'm done
Spoke out of what you might call hate
Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face
Gotta play it 'til I get my grace
Not leavin' 'til I'm, not leavin' 'til I'm savedSpoke out of what you might call love
I'll send it with a sword tryin' to write with blood
The tip stuck under my tongue
I'm not leavin' 'til I'm, I'm not leavin' 'til I'm done
Spoke out of what you might call hate
Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face
Gotta play it 'til I get my grace
Not leavin' 'til I'm, not leavin' 'til I'm saved

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Having spent nearly two years on the road touring in support of 88 Keys and Counting, Grieves found himself returning home to a fractured reality. Reeling from turbulence in his career and heartbreak in his personal life mixed with coming down from the high of the support he received on the road Grieves conceptualized Together/Apart, an album that would address the bond music creates between each of us as individuals and as a whole despite the many distances we experience be they geographical or emotional.

The end of 2008 saw Grieves enlisting the help of friend and collaborator Budo to co-produce Together/Apart bringing his signature swiss-army knife, multi-instrumental backdrop to Grieves' hauntingly poignant narrative. The album began taking shape in New York as the two built off the success 88 Keys and Counting had generated and paired it with the intensity they developed from their live performances. The recording process began to shadow the theme of the album as it saw tracks recorded in Colorado and Washington in addition to New York, infusing it with a mixture of regional influences while still maintaining a cohesive sound. As the album neared completion the title took on a double meaning for Grieves as he explored new subject matter in the absence of trust, refuge in addiction, acceptance and honesty in self-reflection, and trying to find his place in the world without forgetting his roots.

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