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Vermont Lyrics


Staring up at stars
From the back seat of a stationwagon
Carving the night
Trees keep marching by
Light poles blur into a stream
Blazing laser beamsAll...
These...
Stars....My thoughts are trivial pursuits
My heart's a bomb that's been defused
What now?There's no more use for me
I'm wasting energy
Muscles are weaklings
Thoughts just defeat me
Numbness is effortless
I could get used to thisDriving through Vermont
Overwhelmed by the insignificance
My conscience was my crutch
For a heightened existence

This other wordlinessThese...
Schoolboy...
Lies....I've been deprived reality
Brought up by holy ghosts and saints
What now?I'm the delinquent here
I'm the contagious one
This heart is hopeless
I feel the numbness
All Hail The Atheist
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
I could get used to this

Enjoy the lyrics !!!
An entry from a tattered journal found on the shores of Lake Tahoe…
“According to local lore, tucked deep in the snow blanketed Sierra Nevada mountains, rests a cabin secluded from the masses. After days of searching the shores of Lake Tahoe, I find a path of footsteps in the snow that winds through the moss laden trees of the forest. After hours trudging through knee-deep snow, I find myself gazing up a cabin where smoke is billowing from the chimney. To learn of what is inside, I crawl up to the window. As I wipe away the snow for a closer look, I find the crew consumed by their cause of crafting melodies and songs that warms the entire cabin. Here lies the heart and soul of Dead Winter Carpenters…”

In a time when music has been transformed and genre lines are left behind like the seasons, Dead Winter Carpenters are producing an ever-evolving style of music. The time spent, both in the studio in the woods and criss-crossing the American countryside, has provided Dead Winter Carpenters with a ground-breaking sound that blends Americana roots-rock with a tinge of straightforward ‘tell-it-like-it-is’ Alt. Country that is as hard-hitting as it is whimsical. While the roadsigns and towns pass by the windows on down the highway of tour, DWC are writing original material based on their life experiences. “Dirt Nap”, the band’s latest EP, is a musical journey which speaks magnitudes to these experiences.

The uplifting “Bootleg Jack” melds together banjo, handclaps, harmonica and fiddle into a musical amassment of down-home experiences of whiskey riddled fun. The stormy, somber, and longing tone of “West Shore Town” speaks to the darker side of existence. Conversely, the upbeat rambling sounds of the the telecaster and the lyrics of “Triumph” speak of man living with hard times who sees the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. One can’t help but feel the change of the alchemy brewing within Dead Winter Carpenters.

Foot-stomping original tunes blended with the band’s onstage presence highlighted by the vocal melodies and five part harmonies, ferocious fluidity of the fiddle, deep pounding thump and thud of the upright bass, country ramblings of the telecaster and acoustic guitars, and the driving drums all meld together to create an experience that is sure leave you wanting more…

The five piece outfit is:

Jenni Charles -fiddler/vocalist
Dave Lockhart -upright bassist/vocalist
Jesse Dunn -rhythm guitarist/vocalist
Bryan Daines -lead guitarist/vocalist
Brian Huston -drummer/vocalist Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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