From the Ground

by Lowly, The Tree Ghost

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released March 4, 2016

Recorded at Quail Run and Belle House
Drum sessions engineered by Dave Polster
Mixed by Jim Stewart
Mastered by Cauliflower Audio

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Lowly, The Tree Ghost Cleveland, Ohio

A band of hopefuls, where the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. An element of something much greater than itself, like a branch distinct among branches in every which way it could be. Stretching forth its limbs for the chance to reach a hopeful ear, they are the leaf that falls on the dew covered ground striking the unstruck sounds. ... more

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Track Name: Jeremy Fisher pt. 2
Went down to the potters ground
did all the mourning I could stand
when i arrived guess who I saw
Jeremy Fisher and his band
said to me, take up my drum
and hop on in the caravan
we went rolling around the bend
to shake the dust right of this land


our grief shoes, we wore them out, we wore them out
oh those knots, they’ve come untied, we’ve come untied


from my travels to the sights we saw
there’s one thing that i learned
it’s to never go to the potters ground
undeterred and unconcerned
we may go to the known and unknown
just to return to what we’ve yearned
do not grieve for the lost
just hold dear to those you've burned
Track Name: Floorboards
a heart that’s somber and stone
makes like a house not a home
but you were like water on wood
to reveal all that was good



with mice under floor boards
and ghosts in the hallways
memories of a time long ago
with cobwebs in the windows
and weeds in the garden
a chance to reveal what was good


well maybe the baby had cried
in the cradle we both slept beside
although the wind blows in the deep
the wind chimes they sing us to sleep
Track Name: Laughing Apple pt. 2
Don’t tell me where you’re going
Tell me where you’ve been
Doesn’t mean much to me until we meet again
I won’t remember much of you
Won’t even know your name
I’m sorry for this false charade and the baklava parade
I offer you this shovel
And I’ll help dig up the ground
We’ll throw all my ignorance and fair-weathers down

so lay me down
the ground is greater then death
bury now the ground is much greater than death

Winter came and went
Snow gave way to spring
the peacefullness that moves
when the meadowlark sings
the county fair never rolled in
we're miles apart
oh who cares
I don't know where I'm going
I don't know where I've been
How could I meet you
if I've never met me
Track Name: Garden Variety
Underneath the water the waterwheel turns
spreading forth from the river to the beds
we were led down the garden path
to the allure of the flowery display
the rhubarb donned her finest dress
to court the eligible sprouts
the dancing was tempting, perfume filled the air
it's no place for a man like me to be

I was bound to pick an eggplant from another garden bed
when i failed to hear the farmer say:
"today you'll feel alive but tomorrow you'll be dead
when the fruits of desire rot away"

A slender build in a floral gown with her leafy hair flowing
caught all the boys throughout the yard
her dress laid low, the look I stole
the dog below is hard to time
we long to be honey bees swarming free
free from the honey bear who lusts for the sting
the tree limbs raise the roof in admiration
of something I'm not quite sure of

love what you have then what you don't
Track Name: Flying Canoe
Let us whisper our lost hellos

and mumble of a thousand half loves

connections that flicker like lightning bugs at dawn

that we franticly jar to hold fast and praise

may we lay in the sun like tea and tobacco leaves

the hope we release is something to behold

perpetually half empty or consistently half full

pour out, pour in until whole



whatever comes, let it come, whatever goes, let it go!



constantly chasing that we cannot reach

just to turn around to find the race had come full circle

like the lonely lumberman in the Canadian north woods

who sold their souls to see the lovers on their minds

we set out in our flying canoe

when we came crashing down, we regretted every word we sang

there’s no beginning dear and certainly no end

the thoughts that go comes back again and again and again
Track Name: Hold Me Close
alone in a tin can with the poor
I came knocking at your door
with no song to bear and no rhyme to sing
A note a beat on a scale
composed in fragile detail
drawn to the staff among space and lines
We’re eroded strings and alder wood
strained for the common good
as we strum along, reverberate in syncopation

hold me close through the night
with all your love and all your might
if this is wrong, don’t turn me right

two pennies on the rail
as the train came down the trail
we were crushed to one
a gypsy came to gather us up
to trade in the market for luck
unique in form for some, wasted coin for most
placed in a pocket with holes to fall out behind and roll
how does it feel to lose? the comfort of never knowing