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The Sky In Between

by Ky Burt

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1.
I spend most of my days Counting the airplanes Flying high in this midwestern sky Old gas station porch My friend you're weathered and worn Sunk roof and creaking floorboards And a chair to pass the time I'll wait til the sun goes down And the station has turned off its lights To walk the road back home Under this midwestern sky The fields run for miles A grand theater with dozens of aisles Where the scarecrows sing and swing in the wind I remember Anne Marie The Queen of the Northwest Sea She was lost and stumbled on me I was drunk on her eyes She wanted us to leave 'Pack a suitcase and roll up your sleeves' But leaving was never for me, So I kissed her goodbye I'll wait til the sun goes down And the station has turned off its lights To walk the road back home Under this midwestern sky My children have grown They left town many years ago My wife was the best of souls I’m a lucky man I don't rush anymore Cause time ran out the back door What’s the use in worrying for When it all goes so quick I'll wait til the sun goes down And the station has turned off its lights To walk the road back home Under this midwestern sky I spend most of my days Counting the airplanes Flying high in the midwestern sky
2.
All of the kings and all of the queens Could never rule over me With their castles and walls And their tyrant laws They could never make a fool out of me But you put the chains and shackles Onto my feet It’s the little things know that I can’t Seem to reach And the days are loose change Spilling out on the streets Cause honey you’re hard to reach The empires of old and their riches of gold Could never buy what I need For all of that wealth lies hidden on a shelf Getting dirty and dusty But you put the chains and shackles Onto my feet It’s the little things know that I can’t Seem to reach And the days are loose change Spilling out on the streets Cause honey you’re hard to reach I’ve been swimming your tides in and out But I’m drowning in the wild waves of your doubts I’ve been swimming your tides in and out But I’m drowning in the wild waves of your doubts Wild waves of your doubts All of the saints and all of the priests Could never cure me They’ll wave with their arms And they’ll bless with their charms But they can never set me free You put the chains and shackles Onto my feet It’s the little things know that I can’t Seem to reach And the days are loose change Spilling out on the streets Cause honey you’re hard to reach
3.
Idaho 03:53
We packed the car and drove straight through the night Leaving the west coast drifting out of sight The rising sun burns red in the mirror like a wildfire burning my dear burning... We don't know which way to go We've traveled up the hills and through the snow We're trying just to let it go in Idaho We're searching for a better road Wherever the cold winds won't blow We're trying just to let it go in Idaho The radio is playing That big country song And it keeps repeating We gotta move on We've lost the words But held to our dreams It seems even those Are slipping through the seams We've driven for days With hours ahead These Idaho plains Will forgive and forget
4.
Honey there are bees in the garden And they are teeming with life A picture hanging by the window When all was right And I didn’t mean to call you names Or take away your precious time Maybe we should pour a glass of This sweet red wine You were walking by the river once A golden meadowlark I saw you from a distance A spark in my heart And everything was pleasant then We were children in our own back yard So how did we get here love Causing all this harm So I guess I’ll pack my suitcase Hold onto all I leave behind And think of me on the road Where the winds they whine And think of me on the road Where the winds they whine
5.
When the sun is swallowed by the night And the moon is shining brightly And the embers are burning alive While the stars seek to gather And the crickets cease their chatter They’ll be sparks in the woodstove tonight The windows lay crooked in the stone And the firelight is dancing off the ceiling And the mist is rising off the bones While the old trees taking cover From the winds of their brother They’ll be sparks in the woodstove tonight Leaping silhouette Leaping up over the fire Peering in the darkness Warm to the touch I desire Ah its you and me And visions of our dreams Staring in the image of what we might Yeah its you and me And visions of our dreams Staring in the image of what we might be When the moon is swallowed by the light And the sun is shining brightly And the birds are chirping up high While the meadow sways in flowers And the rainstorm pours in showers They’ll be dust in the woodstove They’ll be dust in the woodstove They’ll be dust in the woodstove
6.
I thought of you reaching out your hand You crumbled all my best laid plans We woke up by the trees Underneath the autumn leaves With your silk skin lying in the grass You left your roots back in the south And in the north woods you settled down I was stranded at your door Where the river meets the shore And the woodsmoke curled up from the ground I won’t go back to the city I won’t go back to the city lights I will stay with you under a blanket of stars tonight No traffic jams no bridge to cross These forest paths to just get lost We are watching falling rain, as it streaks across the pane, And the wildflowers are dancing in the lawn The time will come when I must leave Back through the woods to the busy streets Where the buildings over high Cast shadows on our eyes But for now lets watch the swaying trees I won’t go back to the city I won’t go back to the city lights I will stay with you under a blanket of stars tonight Be still when the fire's burning low And hold fast to the faintest glowing coal The sun will rise to greet the sky And I'll be forced to say goodbye I won’t go back to the city I won’t go back to the city lights I will stay with you under a blanket of stars tonight I will stay with you under a blanket of stars tonight I will stay with you under a blanket of stars tonight
7.
Midnight cigarette and a wine glass on the table You drank your last drop down You speculate on the mess you’ve made And the train that’s leaving town The city lights are tiny stars That twinkle in the concrete sea Of late night walks and front porch talks Of how it used to be You’ve been throwing stones at windows Trying to break clean through the glass I hold all the tiny pieces that fall Hoping to fill up the cracks You’ve been throwing stones at windows Trying to break clean through the glass I hold all the tiny pieces that fall Hoping to fill up the cracks Midnight cigarette and a wine glass on the table You drank your last drop down You speculate on the mess you’ve made And the train that’s leaving town
8.
Its Saturday morning and in spills the light The dogs kept us up with their barking last night We whisper sweet words as we roll in the sheets While the sun's chasing up to the tops of our knees In a small town dream Small town dream Small town dream In a small town dream Small town dream Small town dream The coffee mug's the comfort on the touch of our hands As we spiral down the staircase like those years of plans Cause living's been a struggle when work is all that we do Trying to build us a home where most folks drive through In a small town dream Small town dream Small town dream In a small town dream Small town dream Small town dream And the corners hide the sorrow In the broken bottles of glass We hold to the little we have And pray our roots will last And we won't fade There is hope on the edges and the borders of town Past the forgotten farms and the barns fallings down Where no one claim any piece of the earth And you can't place a value on what living is worth In a small town dream Small town dream Small town dream In a small town dream Small town dream Small town dream
9.
Maple Grove 04:29
I woke up to find A rusted rail town Covered in dead leaves Tattered and brown The sunrise unfolds The morning light spills Over your gravestone And down on the hill I need you now to stand on my feet Holding you close in dreams I've come to find you In this quiet maple grove When winter turns people Darker and cold I wish for your touch So gentle and warm The lines on your hands The stories they wore I need you now to stand on my feet Holding you close in dreams Daylights walked home In a drunken golden swoon Its been a hard year But I'll make it through
10.
Hey there my old friend Remember growing up in our town We were destined to leave With our heads hanging out in the clouds You wanted California, For its oceans and Hollywood nights And I lit out for Tucson With my lover and the moon passing by Here we are my good old friend, As the seasons have turned But we've made it back home, Planting seeds in the dirt Planting seeds in the dirt You stitched LA Into patchworks of woman and film I played folks songs For her in the echoes of the hills You climbed the ladder For money and meaningless flings I watched her go out the backdoor When I said the wrong things Here we are my good old friend, As the seasons have turned But we've made it back home, Planting seeds in the dirt Planting seeds in the dirt Fill your burning lungs with the fresh air, And wash away your troubles with the rain Somedays we are our fathers, Chained to habits we cannot break And we use to hear the good word on Sundays, Our mothers were the spiritual kinds Now our youth is far behind us, Since we've crossed the Pacific Northwest line Here we are my good old friend, As the seasons have turned But we've made it back home, Planting seeds in the dirt Planting seeds in the dirt Planting seeds in the dirt

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The debut album from Portland, Oregon, based musician and singer/songwriter Ky Burt. Recorded in three seasons of of 2018 (winter, spring, summer). A collection of songs about the places we live, the lovers we lose, the roots we plant, and the landscapes in between.

"So, we will leave Tom Waits to tell us about the saloons, whores and carnival folk. Let John Prine nail toy railroad tracks to his kitchen table at Christmas, sing about his Mexican home while Randy Newman swabs us with political satire, short people, and money that he loves.
Now we have Ky Burt to bring us to places where we might want to live – where there are wildflowers, rain, and we can take new journeys. Yes, there is a viable musical place for Ky Burt."
John Apice - NO DEPRESSION

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released April 5, 2019

Ky Burt
Lead Vocals: all tracks
Acoustic Guitar: all tracks except 10
Electric Guitar: track 5, 6
Banjo: 1, 2, 4, 8, 10

Matthew Holmes
Bass and Double Bass: track 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8,

Collin Stackhouse
Violin: track 1, 2, 4, 7, 8

Phillip Rogers
Drums and Percussion: track 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8

Philippe Bronchtein
Pedal Steel: track 3, 8
Keys: track 3

Anna Tivel
Harmony Vocals: track 1, 8

Jeffrey Martin
Harmony Vocals: track 8

Erin Flood Fortier
Harmony Vocals: track 3, 8

Tyler Fortier
Harmony Vocals: track 6
Keys: track 1, 2, 6, 8, 9, 10
Piano: track 1
Nashville High Strung Guitar: track 1, 2, 6, 10
Electric Guitar: track 6
Tambourine: track 1, 6, 8
Rhodes, Cabasa, Shaker: track 6


All Songs Written and Composed by Ky Burt (ASCAP Copyright 2019)
Engineered, Mixed, and Produced by Tyler Fortier in Eugene, OR
Tracks 6 and 10 Engineered by Matt Greco at The Room Room in Portland, OR
Mastered by Thaddeus Moore at Liquid Mastering in Eugene, OR

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"So, we will leave Tom Waits to tell us about the saloons, whores and carnival folk. Let John Prine nail toy railroad tracks to his kitchen table at Christmas, sing about his Mexican home. Now we have Ky Burt to bring us to places where we might want to live – where there are wildflowers, rain, and we can take new journeys.

John Apice, No Depression
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