Dweller on the HillDomestic Grove Alternative Modern Rock

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I wrote this song on 07/04/2016. It was cloudy, it was cold and I had been walking around Seattle by myself trying to feel connected. Wasn't happening. So I returned home to my guitars and note pad and found the connection I'd been searching for. written by: Evan Gackstatter produced by: Evan Gackstatter Evan Gackstatter- vocals, guitar, bass Mack Grout- keys Josh Jones- drums Adam Harris- flute

Imagine, you're feeling a little beat from the relentlessness of city life. Your body is aching and toxic, your mind is cloudy and can't seem to grasp onto a single thought, everything seems too far away until it hits you in the face and your ears are ringing perpetually from the night before. So you decide to climb a mountain and leave the chaos behind for at least an afternoon. As you walk the path and elevation increases, your blood is pumping and your breath is steady, the outdoor air seems to cleanse you entire body and your mind begins to sharpen. You arrive either at a summit or maybe just a good place to sit and contemplate. You look out across the neon smog ant den from where you came and it is clear to you what a mess it is down there. But you are not threatened and you are not depressed. You see it as this flailing child who needs to be calmed and comforted. So you cradle this madness and head back down.

domestic grove you are a sin like me you never share, you earn your keep go on and ruin, the walls are down you’re a drip, drip waste of water while you’re world is a drought once I rose, once I was proud to be alone and cold, the young of old looking down on everything lalala domestic grove you are allowed and free the danger’s down, the consequences far beneath your feet so how you doin up in the clouds you descend on our disorder perspiration from the clouds once I rose, once I was proud ot be alone and cold, the young of old looking down on everything x