The Quilted Attic Sessions [Live]

by Joe Hertler & The Rainbow Seekers

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WATCH THE LIVE MUSIC VIDEO: www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeNDwZnDG2I

NEW SONG!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K38re82rg7Y

I just posted the lyrics to these songs. When these sessions were recorded, the words were still, for the most part, in my head. That's why they're a bit different than what's on the page. But the lyrics that are posted are the official ones and will be what you hear live!

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In the city of Lansing, there is an art/music collective called Bigger Brush Media, which aims itself at promoting the local scene. At some point, we decided to decorate an attic with lots of quilts, twenty grand in audio and video gear and lastly, and most importantly, Christmas lights. Lots of Christmas lights. With the gear cocked and loaded and the mood set we recorded a live video series! Mine were the first to be released, but many more will ensue. I genuinely hope you enjoy these videos as much as I did performing for them. All three of these songs will be fully recorded in my next album. Click the link below to watch my videos!

thequiltedattic.com


booking: irvingronk@gmail.com
twitter: twitter.com/joehertler
label: biggerbrushmedia.com
facebook page: www.facebook.com/joehertlermusic

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released 29 October 2010

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tags: acoustic folk soul acoustic folk alternative folk rock Detroit

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Track Name: Ego Loss on Grand River Avenue
we are, we are jesus and we are satan
we gave them bodies and we gave them faces
we are their potter, still making changes

we are 10,000 dead in a war that was won
we are the father, spirit, and the smoking gun
we are the future that will repeat what we've done

we are a mother with a bag over her head
and a father in the cold with a drink in his hand
we are a divorce that never found its end

we are the pill that fell down a throat
the silent specter that hides in old homes
we are closet monster waiting till the child's alone

we are, we are the wind and we are the sand
we shift and change till we become one with the land
we are the brush in the painters hand

we are comic book heroes, the strong and the brave
lost in a world where we're the ones to save the day
but with our masks off we have no place to stay

we are, we are x's and we are y's
we are breast cancer and the clock that tells time
we are dust, we are carbon that binds

we are, we are love and we are hate
we are war, poverty, and rape
we are the apple from the tree that eve ate

we are heroes with a thousand faces

we are the face god, but we made it ourselves
it's made of plastic, so please don't ever tell
we gave light to heaven, and fire to hell

we are, we are lovers in a falling building
and the promise of a diamond wedding ring
we are artists with only dirt in our hands

we are, we are each other and one day we'll find
that if love is real, that maybe we're really alive
until the clock finds the end of time

this is how it begins and this how it ends
just hold each moment as you pull on the minute hand
and think how you are each and everyone you've ever met
Track Name: Devil, Don't You Steal My Bicycle
i was runnin' from the devil
on my seven speed bicycle

he dun caught me and stole my wallet
now i can not go to the club tonight

he can take my smile and i'll be well
but if he takes my bicycle he can to hell

i was runnin' from the devil
on my seven speed bicycle

he dun stole my wife and doggy
dog just barks but my wife did love me

he can take my smile and i'll be well
but if he takes my bicycle he can to hell
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Track Name: Carbon C14
I was under the impression that me and you are really just same
cause while our fingerprints are different the carbon is still flowing through veins
help me please, is this really what I'm made of?
help me please is this carbon which I'm so afraid of?

I was riding on my bicycle when Jesus rode right up to my side
he said, those bastards thought they got me, I've been feeding on the apple tree inside
help me please - is this really what I'm made of?
help me please - this carbon which I'm so afraid of?

I said sir will you reveal to me the answer that is your true name
he said don't you dare call me Mohammed, Ghandi, or Jesus cause you know we're all the same
help me please, is this really what I'm made of?
help me please, is it carbon which I'm afraid of?

...all these words I wrote
are true and we are all alone
then the dirt and rocks are all we got
say a prayer now cause your starting to rot
I'll admit I was jealous of Abel
It's so convenient to trust in fables
I am I that weak to call you real?
are these my hands on the steering wheel?

i just want to touch you, i just want to see you
i just to want fear you like i did when i was young
i just want to hear you, i just want to feel you
i just want to fear you like i did when i was young

we were like giants, we were like giants
on the earth for the first time