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10 Eagle Street

by Ethan Evans

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1.
Saved 03:41
Saved by a setting sun a settling gun smoke dissipates like a story spun all wrong remember when we were together the damage not yet done we drove not knowing where to go and found that frozen waterfall im talking about a thin beyond a doubt that happened i wont forget it ill admit at the end i was starting to love then you told me he was still a little in your heart a boy you had known for so much more im realizing it while i write this song but the sun is in my eyes it distracts me from a gun that's firing i wont regret it
2.
Omen 02:51
The last time I went inside i thought it was an omen soon i realized she had me hypnotized it wasnt something i had chosen played a game against myself got hurt felt good put it back on the shelf this is not what i want love to be a crutch to live life passively we talked on the phone it's why i wrote that other song since i never came inside that one time it was something to get off on
3.
Trisagion 04:36
Staring out into the sun i pull my cap down from the safety of a brim swimming in my eyes seraphim they cry out hold me three times in the form of three phone chimes this feeling is god this feeling is strong this feeling is immortal have mercy the grass up here has split ends it needs to get cut wrapped around its simple bliss i give it a tug birds sing up high whistling hi they cry out hold me three times in the form of winged pantomimes
4.
home is where i lose my mind in sweet distractions and honest lines i draw them in the water when i paddle out from shore they ripple out beyond me while i crumble up my score nobody has wone here everyone gets two mom and dad and me are all lions in a zoo sleeping away happily despite what we can do wake me up when it is time for me to move there's still some things i gotta prove i want to write a song you want to listen to
5.
It was a hotline going to the brain tracking marks and memories it took the little moments to want to push the plug and wash my anxiety away i was acting like my grandfather for about a week I barely knew him but we share the same genes yeah and my other one i took his clothes too they look a lot better on me i know you know what i mean yea you look a lot like me yea you looked a lot like me a red car what you drove look around you will see it all the time we drove it into a fantasy it was vanity kissing my face i don't think you know what it meant when we drove to that place yea you were right there with me yea you are right here with me

about

These four songs I recorded at 10 Eagle Street. It is an old house in an upstate NY former mill town, rented from an eccentric writer downhill skiing at 82 (and demanding no GMO foods in the compost). The local school bus company flew a trump flag. Every other house declared "No Trespassing." The mayor kept a Defender of Freedom Award from the NRA framed in his mechanic shop, although never caused me any problems when I dropped by for petty maintenance.

Feeling both an outsider and insider in a town of outcasts and lonely retirees, like my neighbors I confined myself to the living room. A band I'm in, The Leanover, practiced together in between couches, but a single choice by a naive and vindictive border guard has kept us apart for now.

I felt a dandelion love there, that blossomed, closed, and went with the breeze as quickly and uncontrollably as it arrived. I also started to record music and learn how to cook.

The songs are the result of a bond between the room and my life, from the instruments which kept me sane to the furniture which presented itself as both and obstacle and vehicle to writing and making music. I learned to respect the house and as an extension of that house, myself.

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released October 20, 2017

I wrote and recorded.
Eric Shekerjian mastered.

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