Lost Behind the Ranges

by JasonTylerBurton

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An album about leaving... and finding home.

Note: $1.00 of every album sold will go to non-profits that help protect our public lands. Thanks for your support!

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released April 21, 2017

JTB - vocals, guitars, banjo, mandolin, violin, harmonica
Ryan Ptasnik - drums
Terry Hill - bass
Dave Tate - Keys, backing vocals, electric guitar on On my Mind, Unoriginal Sin
Kaitlyn Raitz - Cello (www.kaitlynraitz.com)
Aaron Davis - Electric guitar on Belly and Child
Michelle Humber - backing vocals

Bonus Track: Paper Angels recorded live at Red Earth Recording Studios, 2015.

Notes:
Albums are snapshots of the songs at that moment. And this album is about leaving. Here's what I remember this snapshot looking like.

Recorded in Pinedale Wyoming. We set up drums and mics and took over Ryan's house for a few days. I was nursing a sinus infection, so this album will always remind me of throat coat tea and spoonfuls of honey with cayenne pepper. I had to change the keys of a couple tunes to be able to hit the notes. Ryan then left for India via Philly, and I took the tunes to the spare bedroom of my house. I plugged in an electric guitar and got occasionally rowdy. Aaron Davis and Kaitlyn Raitz added their awesome chops from their personal studios in Hoback Wyoming and Nashville. Terry played bass then left to go work in Colorado. Michelle recorded her vocals while taking a break from moving. So much change was happening around this album, a perfect echo of the songs themselves.

Then the songs left too. I sent them away to Dave Tate in Springdale Utah at Red Earth Recording Studios where he added some flourishes and harmonies and made our rough recordings sound good enough to send out to the world. I sent those final mixes off to Salem Oregon to be mastered by Tom Nunes. He said a couple of them hit him at the gut level (sorry Tom).

Now these songs are ready to leave again. So as I set these songs out into the world, I hope they find their way to you, that you take them in and make them feel at home, and that they somehow make you feel more at home too.

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Jason Tyler Burton is a songwriter and singer of folky americana music. Originally from Kentucky, he now lives in the mountains of Wyoming.

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Track Name: Belly of the Whale
I am a traveling preacher. I came to save souls. I got caught up in the glory, and lost sight of that goal. I was far far too clever for my own good. So I cut down that old cross, because I needed the wood. I am a tempest. I am a gale. I am a one day down, in the belly of the whale. In the belly of the whale. Here in this land of dust and of drought. I gave in to lust girl you know I am devout. I built you an alter from that old rugged cross. And called you my church when all my faith I had lost. I am the darkness before the dawn. I am the quiet before the storm. I am the tempest. I am a gale. I am two days down in the belly of the whale, in the belly of the whale. Ain’t it funny how we make truth, out of what we want to believe. I used to think there were truths so much bigger than me. I am the quiet before the storm. I am the darkness before the dawn. I am the tempest. I am a gale. I am three days down in the belly of the whale. I am a traveling singer, trying to save my own soul.
Track Name: HWY 89
We got lost so maybe we’ll get found out on that old highway. Where troubles come and troubles go and I say come what may. We’ve been searching both high and low for a place that we could call our own. Down in the desert and up in the snow from 115 down to 40 below on HWY 89. We had hope on that open road we’d find a better way. A strong conviction that we could grow, even if it seemed cliché. Got paid in sunsets drank from mason jars and lost count of more than just those desert stars. Sang around the fire over Salt Lake town, up in those hills where our sorrows drown. On HWY 89. Looking for something maybe we never lost, we were driven to keep driving to find that empty cross. From the Prescott valley up to Yellowstone maybe we should just call this road our home. On HWY 89.
Track Name: Horizon Line
Well I went out walking, the streets of this town, After its sun was going down, And in every dark window, I could still see your ghost, ain’t it funny how we forsake what we claim to love most. Walking around this town. I walked down your street that old vacant lot, I remember your dress and your hands in the dirt, I guess I never knew how much leaving would hurt, Walking around this town just as its sun was going down, Setting on you, setting on me, And all the light turns to rust, the horizon line between the boom and the bust. I walked down on main street all the neon is burned out, I wanted a draught but all I found was a drought, Oh I wanted to be sure, but all I was left with was doubt, Walking around this town watching its sun going down, Oh its setting on you, setting on me, While all the light turns to rust, The horizon line between the boom and the bust.
Track Name: California Curves
You said you like the way I sing, with my eyes closed. Like every word was a secret, only we know. Well its no secret I got lost in your California curves, I lost my way and I lost my nerve. I didn’t think I deserved to get lost in your CA curves. We headed down from moonstone beach with our eyes wide. Beneath those giants tall and proud, just to stand in a lost coast tide. And in that moment in that sinking sand
I couldn’t tell where you ended and where the sea began. I got lost in your CA curves. I lost my way and I lost my nerve, but in my mind I am there still lost in those CA hills. Lost in your CA curves. We headed south down towards the bay with our windows down. And the way you cupped the wind with your palm, I knew you were going to fly to away. And I got lost in your CA curves. I lost my way and I lost my nerve. But you’re the one I wanted to most, lost on that CA coast. Lost in your CA curves.
Track Name: Bet on Me
I told you once I told you a thousand times, that I am guilty of a thousand crimes, I told you once I told you a thousand times: Don’t you bet on me. Well are you sure you want to take my name? Your daddy says I am the one to blame, so are you sure you want to take my name? Don’t you bet on me. I said don’t you, don’t you bet on me. Well I’ve quit better jobs than this before. I know we need the money more and more, but I’ve quit better jobs than this before. Don’t you bet on me. Baby lets not name him after me. My name is worthless as far as I can see, so baby lets not name him after me. Don’t you bet on me. I’ve spent all these years just trying to break free of what others said would be my destiny. Well I told you once I told you a thousand times, that I am guilty of a 1000 crimes, but thanks for the bet on me.
Track Name: The Leaving Kind
You said you were the leaving kind. You said ain’t no dam that’s going to hold you, no bridge that could get anyone near. Well I know all about leaving too. Aint’ no trouble I’ve found that running off to the mountains won’t heal. When all I want to be is alone… with you. You left without saying goodbye. You left your glass half full and me half empty right here. So I drove up on to Tennessee pass, because there ain’t nothing like a little tree line to show me that I’ll be fine, it’s clear up here. That all I want to be is alone… with you. You said “if you find something wild why would you want it to be tamed?” You said you’d be damned before you took someone’s name. You said you were free and that means there is nothing you need… Oh I know just what you mean. All I want to be is alone… with you. But you said you were the leaving kind.
Track Name: The Cuckoo (traditional)
I’m going to build me a log cabin up in the mountains so high, So I can see my baby when she goes walking by, Oh the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird she warbles as she flies, But she never hollers cuckoo till the first day of July. Oh she left me in old KY she came back in North Carolina, Well I bet you twenty dollars boy she’s gone for good this time. Oh jack daniels you’re my devil and you’re my Christ, well you took away my baby then you help me to sleep at night, That cuckoo she’s a pretty bird she warbles as she flies, She never hollers cuckoo till the first day of July, Jack of diamonds know you of old, You’ve robbed my poor pockets of their silver and gold, So give me beefsteak when I’m hungry, Give me whiskey when I’m dry, Twenty dollars when I’m hard up, Oh religion when I die. That cuckoo she’s a pretty bird she warbles as she flies, She never hollers cuckoo, and she won’t tell you no lies.
Track Name: Child of the War
I was a child of the war I still don’t know what it is for. Daddy left home when I was still young to fight for a flag that he loved. Forsaking his own flesh and blood. I was a fortunate son, oh but the damage was done. Daddy came home but he was never the same and momma just wanted someone to blame. Me, I just tried to stay sane. Oh but the lights they don’t shine for me anymore. I was a child of the cross. Because momma says everyone is lost and come short of the glory so we learned to pray. And daddy just lived in his head. We are all just a little bit better than dead. Oh the lights, they don’t shine for me anymore. I was a child of the war.
Track Name: On My Mind
There’s a backpack in my living room, hear the shower running down the hall. There’s a fire in the wood stove, I haven’t been warm since late last fall. Darling welcome home, tell me how you’ve grown. You were on my mind out there on your own. Oh my heart aches for yours a rolling stone , And if you ever felt lost well I hope that you know… you were on my mind. You left because you said you needed time alone. You said these walls were closing in. You wanted to find a place to talk to God, and to feel at home in your own skin. Tell me all you’ve found, girl you’re my sacred ground. And you were on my mind, out there on your own, oh my heart aches for yours a rolling stone. And if you ever felt lost, I hope that you know, you were on my mind.
Track Name: Moonlight's Daughter
Oh blue eyes, Lead me by still waters, You were moonlight’s daughter, And I was just the shade , Of what I once was, I used to be a fighter, clenching my fist tight up against these latter days. You took my hand, And led me to the river, Showed me a lover and a giver, And that fighter was unmade. Oh blue eyes, Maybe all I ever needed was just to be defeated, And stand there in your light, Well you were there still, Shining as my pieces fell, Pennies in your wishing well, And all I ever wanted was to stay…. In your blue eyes. I said come little light come little light of mine. And shine. Lead me by still waters you were moonlight’s daughter, And I was just the shade.
Track Name: Unoriginal Sin
Well we lost it all that summer, Storm clouds gathered and we were torn asunder, A flood of doubt came and ripped my roots from the earth, And I’m set adrift wondering what’s my name worth. Went up high where the trees disappear, Waiting for the river to clear, Watched the sun sinking slow on the pines, While the sky it burned. Tell me the worth of wonder again, Tell me the cost of such an unoriginal sin, I watched you walk away but I still feel the same, I’m left holding your ring trying to remember my name. Went up high where the trees disappear, Waiting for my head like that river to clear, Watched the sun sinking slow on the pines, While the sky it burned.