Drapeaux Rouges Des Enfants Perdus

“Ghosts” by The Mighty Sequoyah

from their self-released Relative

5-piece from Provo, Utah.

I’ve grown comfortable with this, no long feeling to fill this space with useless facts.

Instead, a poem:

Five days old, in a trailer we called home
Big blue eyes smiling back at you
Room to grow, to learn, to know
Anything I could get my hands onto

You are so in love with me
You hold me in your arms and sing me to sleep
My favorite songs

Five years old, I do everything I’m told
And I should be starting school today
Afraid to let me go, you are teaching me at home
But I don’t know the difference anyway

Life is simple for now
I’m free as a bird and every sound is music to me

Now it’s time to our old home say goodbye
Our new house climbs three stories high
But up those steps there are secrets to be kept
And I was to hold my tongue

Ten years old in a house but not a home
And I don’t ever see you anymore
You’re out feeding the rich in the thrones where they sit
For a woman, you do everything she says

Now fourteen, and there is no one like me
Nobody has ever felt this way
How wrong I proved, my heart broke, I ran to you
You talked me through, turns out we are quite the same

And anytime that I mess up
You’re right there to show me love
And I love you for that

Well I packed up everything that I had
And I left home without a plan
I’m making peace with the ghosts of my past
And I have a long way to go

All grown up, I am still naïve and young
And I look for guidance every day

But never too far, just to wherever you are
And I’ll find it in you

UPDATE: They’ve released a new record, and it’s incredible.

2012’s Sunken Houses:

“Happy Old Year” by Erika Ryann

I’m really excited to be publishing a new Erika Ryann track.

I’ll let her speak for herself:

erikaryannsedmak:

Happy Old Year - Erika Ryann

Written and recorded by Erika Ryann

Just a little something.

I wrote this tonight on my way home from the liquor store.

I had gone on a walk ‘round the neighborhood, past the old structures supposedly haunted from the early 1900’s. They loom above the streets of Cap Hill (Denver), dark and seemingly forbidden as though, as I stand before them, I could never understand the life they have seen. The handles turned and opened doors.

I don’t think they’d understand our lives either. Years come and people go. We find our own ways of dealing with loss, starvation and death and what comes of it is just. us.

I can say it has been one of the best years of my life.

I can say I both look forward to and am intimidated by what is to come.

But, regardless, on we all shall go

cheers

to auld lang syne,

Erika Ryann

“Hallelujah” by Erika Ryann

I love Erika Ryann so goddamned much.

She is currently recording a solo LP, a covers LP and an EP of Deer Tick covers (as Erika Ryann Deermak). Here is the next cover to emerge, based on the version by Jeff Buckley (in turn, influenced by John Cale’s arrangement):

erikaryannsedmak:

Halleluja - Erika Ryann (original by Leonard Cohen)

Not perfect, very lo-fi - but that’s kind of why I like it

(Then go back and listen to that cover of Eli The Barrow Boy again)