The Cottage, The Creek & The Spirit

by Mountain Babies

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Recorded between November of 2014 and September of 2015 in Fort Gratiot and Croswell, Michigan.

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released December 18, 2015

All songs written by David Peters
Recorded and engineered by Brandon Leyva
Produced by Mountain Babies
Mastered by Randy Willis and Brendan Kuras at SchwonkSoundStead in Port Huron, MI
Vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, banjo, organ, and synth by David Peters
Drums, shakers, sleigh bells, claps, and vocal harmony by Brandon Leyva
Classical guitar, electric guitar, and vocal harmony by Stefan Nisbett
Bass guitar by Ethan Williamson
Tenor saxophone and vocal harmony by Daniel Butler
Harmonica and vocal harmony by Charlie James
Tin whistle by Lauren VanEenoo
Vocal harmony by Rachael Byrne
Artwork by Brian Morgante of Flesh & Bone Design

THANK YOU: Peters Family, Porzondek Family, Leyva Family, Williamson Family, Nisbett Family, Toth Family, Johnny Weeks, ZZZTapes, Flesh and Bone Records, Lauren VanEenoo, Daniel Butler, Charlie James, Rachael Byrne, Brian Morgante, Brendan Kuras, Randy Willis, Adam Leideker, Cedar Grove Tavern, SchwonkSoundStead, Grindstone City, Chistopher Paul Stelling, Spooner Oldham, Pegi Young & The Survivors, Elijah Thomson and Father John Misty, Christopher Owens, Hannah Georgas, Chris Darby, Andru Bemis, The Crofoot, The Majestic Detroit, Hybrid Moments, Hip In Detroit, The Times Herald, Nicole Hayden, Sadaat Hossian, Lume, Jeremy Waun, Travis Siegfried, Chad Nicefield, Fusion Shows, Robin Hages, The Crosby's, The Quade's, Steve Leaf, Ryan Joseph Anderson, The DeCamp Sisters, Roche Bar, PJ's Lager House, Tom Teslik, Sister Species, The whole Age of Snakes tour gang, cold whiskey, the open road, and Gib.

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Mountain Babies Port Huron, Michigan

"There's something elemental about it all, like the first deep breath after an inclined climb, when the trees come to a clearing and you see a river, pure, untouched, secret almost... There's also something escapist about it; these tunes are elixirs, daydreams, salves and sweet rejuvenation's." - Jeff Milo ... more

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Track Name: Dreams Of Light
Come to my dreams and I'll show you beams of light that will stretch from hearts to streams. The land where your feet sink in so deep into mud like the sheep who's heard lost their keep. And you move in so slow, and you bend with the glow.
Track Name: The Cottage
I remember it so clear, standing on the pier. My Granddad bought me lunch and we took the bus home. One crinkled dollar bill. How the time stood still. A friend had sat me down and said "Where are you?"
Said if I ever come back to Earth, I'll give it what I'm worth. But how the hell am I supposed to do so? I remember it so bad, the time she was so mad. Brush it off, we'll talk on the tomorrow. Maple pancakes and beer. That ringing in my ears. They say an idle mind is the devil's workshop. Said if I ever come back to Earth, I'll give it what I'm worth. But how the hell am I supposed to do so?
Track Name: Hold The Quiet Close
With endless caffeine high, we drive the open road. Endless sticks to smoke and songs of new and old. The mountains wave us by the towns blink of an eye. Well, do not sleep my dear, the oils pain the sky. My stomach twists and turns with each and every curve. The tall trees canopy and shade us for some time. As the wind blows hard across the olden graves, I feel there is something more. I feel it's raging waves. So hear the thunder roar and smell them sizzling eggs. This land is a dinosaur and we're just babies, babe. So hold me close. It's dark in here. You hold the quiet close and I find that home is here. Ghost gardens and wild flowers grow across sidewalks. We have these days to hold and bend like the corn stalks. So while we root ourselves and love, bleed, and cry. These are just stepping stones of what is so called life. So hold me close. It's dark in here. You hold the quiet close and find home is here.
Track Name: Blood and Stone
If I was a new man, awake and well spoken. The yard began to flood, but the sky was still open. I would write down a song, a song of sorrow or of passion. The barn owl's watching. The neighbors were praying. So we took to the road with a trunk full of bones. My gun was not lowered. Blood was painted on stone. My mouth had a sweet tooth. The seagull stayed grounded in the garden by the ruins. Let the current sweep us home.
Track Name: A River That's Mine
There's a river I walk to where my head clears just fine. There's a river I walk to and that river is mine. Is your brother still roaming in the places so bright? Is your brother still roaming? Does he sleep safe at night? Well there lays one thousand miles that I can see from my porch. There lays one thousand miles, I'll keep it lit with my torch. Has that book gotten to ya? Are the characters real? Has that book gotten to ya? Keep your mind free and clean. Oh Oh Oh. There's a river I walk to where my head clears just fine. There's a river I walk to. A river that's mine.
Track Name: Pointe Aux Barques/ Dead Man's Walkin'
Pointe Aux Barques is instrumental.

Dead Man's Walkin'
Dead man's walkin' down the side of the road and his face is hanging low. I'm not gonna read the news today because we're probably going to war. There's a monster underneath my bed, I can feel him touch my toes. The sun is rising far too fast. Oh, what great lengths we'll go. My baby's sound asleep in my bed and I kiss her on the head. The winds whistling through the car window and I though of what I said. Dead man's walkin' down the side of the road and his face is hanging low. I'm not gonna read the news today because we're probably going to war. The leaves are falling to the ground, a short and silent drop. Smell the burning of the wood and hear them crackles pop. As i ascend up over you, the cold cuts through the room. A calm and cleansing continuation with reasons to bloom. My baby's sound asleep in my bed and I kiss her on the head. The winds whistling through the car window and I thought of what I said. Dead man's walkin' down the side of the road and his face is hanging low. I'm not gonna read the news today because we're probably going to war. Do do do do do do.
Track Name: You & Me
Seasons come like a shock to the people, though they're in repeat and sharp as a needle. But the cold gets left behind. In my pockets is a lonesome dime, though I have my music, my books and my wine. Dust collects on the dash. You have a soul that's hard to catch and you told me your dreams of the west. Now look me in the eyes and tell me if I should even try. I kissed your lips though cracked and dry. The cigarettes were stale. I hopped on the bus to Kalamazoo and took the train back to the Blue Water fools where we got a motel room. We drank our whiskey and wrote our rhymes. We rested our bodies and lost some time. I awoke cold on the floor. The morning sun bends through the glass in the door. That's the closest thing that I have to the Lord. There was dew in the grass. The stars in the sky never looked so bright. And I remember. Well, there's so many other fish in the sea, but tonight, tonight it's only you and me.
Track Name: Sweet Spirit
Bury me in Grindstone. Now that's a quiet place. My mind has witnessed magic in an unconscious place. What big eyes you have, I'd hate to see them cry. Hear the morning waves, a sound that crawls inside. Oh. Bury me in Grindstone. Now that's a quiet place. The ground will shake and tremble in forgotten ways. I am the land and I am the sky. I am the blood, the blood that flows inside. Oh I know that you are calling out to the sky. Oh Sweet Spirit, I know you're calling out to the skies.