RESCUE LETTER

by Greg Vanderpool

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released October 21, 2014

Made in Austin, Texas.
Produced by Greg Vanderpool and Roberto Sanchez
Recorded by Roberto Sanchez, Static West Sound MFCo
Mixed by Britton Beisenherz, Ramble Creek Studio
Mastered by Erik Wofford, Cacophony Recorders

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Greg Vanderpool Austin, Texas

Texas-native Greg Vanderpool spent over a decade with his bands Monahans and Milton Mapes, steadily riding the line between indie rock and Americana. His songs (which have been covered by the likes of Robert Plant) explore the spaces between stark, hazy drones, Sunday hymns and intensely rhythmic pop anthems. ... more

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Track Name: End Of The Fight
THE END OF THE FIGHT
(Words/Music by Greg Vanderpool)

In the heat of the moment
By the beat of the torment wind
From the fray of the fire's arms
To the end of the fight

Where is the song that envelops me
And puts my fears to rest
The deep sound of significance
Drowning in impermanence

Oh hear me in hollow hills
Take my ephemeral cry
For to deliver this broken husk
To the end of the fight

In the heat of the moment
By the beat of the torment wind
From the fray of the fire's arms
Into the wings of the night
From this dust to which I shall return
At the end of the fight
When it's all said and done we run
To the end of the fight
Track Name: Truth Or Consequences
TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES
(Words/Music by Greg Vanderpool)

Up and down again
Void on every side
You come home to a nightmare then
Don't it make you want to fly

Quick hit, hit the breaks
Red and you collide
Something like a meltdown then
Don't it make you want to fly

Stretched out 'til we're paper thin
We pull our canvas tight
Bracing for a tragic ending
Don't it make you want to fly
Track Name: The Less It Can Be Measured
THE LESS IT CAN BE MEASURED
(Words/Music by Greg Vanderpool)

Well it won't be long
Until the weary stand
Until the burden breaks
Into a thousand strands

And it won't be long
Until we see the hand
That comes to heal our wounds
And turn the glass to sand

And it's all I know
When I'm running around my soul

Something held us near
Under a heavy wind
Call it what you will
Drop what you're carrying

But it's all I know
When I'm running around my soul

It's all I know
When I'm running around my soul
Track Name: Unrest
UNREST
(Words/Music by Greg Vanderpool)

When you see her turning over
In a cold red glow
Morning Sky

Faintly hear the roll
Distant thunder
From a whispering shore
A restless mind's roar

In the vast unrest
A new fire
Immaterial
Left to wander
Track Name: Tightrope (Transmission Farewell)
TIGHTROPE (TRANSMISSION FAREWELL)
(Words/Music by Greg Vanderpool)

So I'm sending out a transmission farewell
A new course to carve
I shed this shell
Only a retrospective eye could ever tell it well
That all we are is all we have to sell

'Cos I'm taking all the truth from true love
Burning from the inside out
But I've been walking on this tightrope too long to doubt

Over hills and fields, the city sway
All the best laid plans, our dreams in vain
Someday I think we'll get it right
I hope it's safe to say
With time to kill and love not fade away

'Cos I'm taking all the truth from true love
Burning from the inside out
But I've been walking on this tightrope too long to doubt

Taking all the truth from true love…
Track Name: Orbital
ORBITAL
(Words/Music by Greg Vanderpool)

I'm looking back
I'm looking back for the rescue letter
I'm looking back but all I can see is sea

On thunder paths
I drown the sound of a sight unseen
A snapshot mind, that's the only thing that's free
Free…

I'm walking back
I'm walking back to your arms again
Sometimes it's darkest just before the dawn
Track Name: Little Hurricane
LITTLE HURRICANE
(Words/Music by Greg Vanderpool)

Don't search me for resolution
Don't ask me for gold
I'm just swimming in these seas alone

Something less than coalescent
A transitory state
Drifting, never sinking, in the wake

Bring the daylight
I can't see the damage from this sting
Some sense of perspective
Thought I saw the strangest thing
The strangest thing

Trace a line back somewhere
There is nowhere to begin
I can't articulate, can't comprehend

So push us out from shore
Into the center of the doubt
Maybe this is how it is
We start to sort it out
Can't figure out

You are a little hurricane
You are a little hurricane
But there's no calm in your eye
There's no calm in your eye

(Neil Young said that…
or something like that)