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Dear Indugu (Self​-​Titled EP)

by Dear Indugu

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1.
Black Dress 04:39
Black Dress Black hair Black eyes Blank stare And since such a bright mood is set The blackness makes you a silhouette But what kind of heartless darkness do you conceal? Is it your deepest secret you won’t reveal? Is it a mystery, a misery that just won’t heal? And eats you up while we share this meal Wet eyes Solemn words Heavy hearts Are heard But since we hardly met To me your memory’s only a silhouette But what kind of heartless darkness was concealed? Was it your deepest secret never to be revealed? Was it a mystery, a misery that never healed? And haunts us now that your coffin’s sealed
2.
Circles 03:32
To wish it all away, to speak of life as torment Is a giant claim for anyone But a thought that reoccurs, an action that lays dormant Has found the minds of everyone Air escapes a lung, it rises to the surface As you sink to the floor A breath just like the last, a sigh that longs for purpose, A need for something more Think in dry routine, walk lines of repetition That stretch longer everyday These circles are a blur of general disinterest Because what matters anyway? Faces all around begin to look like strangers Begging to be heard They speak in foreign tongues that form syllables of nonsense And you can't hear a word And you're the gray inside this bright collage, The actor force-fed dialogue The Earth will spin but your world won't turn into something else You're thinking to yourself... "Take me to the place where we all lay still I've had some great times, now I've had my fill Lovers and friends, I've had plenty But the weight in me is getting too heavy I want to return to the yearning earth, Sleep in peace, pray for no rebirth Reincarnation doesn't exist, An idea for those who can't call it quits These circles are dull and they are a blur I've traced them so long that it starts to hurt They're closing in tight just like a noose I'm reaching for a knife to cut myself loose I want to return to the yearning earth, Sleep in peace, pray for no rebirth"
3.
I swear that this attic looks warmer in memories, Back when this world was so vast I could barely see past it with eyes like these Ones that are always blind Caught in the headlights of her own I froze in the paralyzed pose of an innocent But I'll take this frame of gold And throw it down So all it holds Is broken out So let it seep back through my pores I need life again I want life again I swear that this attic looks warmer in memories To these sheets I cling tighter than anyone's ever held on to me So I'll grip harder now and sink just as fast as ever before Cut me loose so I'll fall from this noose that I've tied so tight Because all I see is proof In these bitter walls They scream of truth They tell it all This lonely routine cries for a purpose Does one deserve this? I'll take this frame of gold And throw it down So all it holds Is broken out So let it seep back through my pores I need life again I want life again
4.
I'm walking down to the ocean Counting waves out in the open Just look at the nice young lovers Arms linked like chains to each other's Same home, same room, same covers, Same life, one slips each suffers Oh look at the caring mother Kids play, like a hawk she hovers Now she's calling, "Time for supper" They spring up, string puppets of hers But I'm stepping down to the sidewalk Counting cracks, no desire to talk I'm lying down beneath a blue sky Counting clouds, remembering I and I
5.
The Outlier 05:30
Please mothers, save your sacred children Protect them from the aimless humans Run off to find sanctuary Live in harmony and secrecy Cease the lies that seep out through the screens And pour with ink through printing press machines Escape before more reach their ears And exploit all of their hopes and fears Don’t sign their lives away on paper Allow a life outside the cage Don’t make a number out of nature All that is, is existence We’ve got to be our own savior How is it pitch black suits in big glass buildings Sit inside and make a killing While others depend on sidewalk dealings Just to sleep beneath a ceiling? Now, words from men are starting war Men who forgot what words are for Many will lose their lives without need Because many have lost their heads to greed The machine won’t learn to love It spreads and burrows underground, Soars and eats the sky above So embrace the calling in your blood Find the freedom we’re all dreaming of Be the outlier Please mothers, save your sacred children Protect them from the aimless humans Find them hope, find them release Show them the meaning of peace Don’t sign their lives away on paper Allow a life outside the cage Don’t make a number out of nature All that is, is existence We’ve got to be our own savior Believe you’re who you feel you are Don’t be a number when you’re nature Be the outlier
6.
A Revery 04:59
Once upon a time you and me were one Like what many two people become Your little brother made three in your big bed And I’d hang off of the words you both said Four times we could make up But couldn’t heal through five break ups Six six six trapped in hell With eyes that only see the past, where I dwell I think of that first smile that I gave you We told a secret of our hearts in plain view And sneaking out to your house at midnight We’d barely sleep and I’d leave by first light Walking naked through the streets Psilocybes every two weeks A passion poets speak of I finally understand the term, “making love” But life’s strange the way lives change The little fights we overcame Blew up, despite our very own desire And spread across our days like a wildfire Screaming in the pouring rain Streaming tears in vain A thick flow of jealousy Will make a lover an enemy Now I follow my street To where the dirt and pavement meet To leave my pride on the concrete And feel the earth beneath my feet Where I lay beneath a tree, Gaze across the greenery, And think about what it is To be alive and lonely Picking myself out of the remnants Playing lost and found with the friendships Haunted by the poetry we traded It hurts worse than the words of hatred And how your brother’s laugh echoes And how the mark you gave me shows More than enough proof you were here Without the scars on my heart and left ear Everyday it’s down my street To where the dirt and pavement meet To leave my pride on the concrete And feel the earth beneath my feet Where I lay beneath a tree, Gaze across the greenery, And think about what it is To be alive and lonely Permanence is an utter lie Love is a butterfly It’ll flutter by And all that remains Are the scars and stains And the growing pains While the heart sustains But time will reveal Cracks reseal Wounds will heal Thoughts congeal There’s new love to feel And now all that’s left in me Of an enemy I’m setting free But a memory Just a revery I’m clean I’m clean I’m clean Once upon a time you and me were one Like what many two people become Your little brother made three in your big bed And I’d hang off of the words you both said Four times we could make up But couldn’t heal through five break ups Six six six back from hell Never to return, this is farewell

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"The Oakland-based quartet takes many of the building blocks of folk and turns it on its head. There are a select few that understand how simple it is to create compelling music. It can be done with four instruments and a modicum of care put into the songwriting process. Jesse Strickman cares about the process and it shows in his work."
- Nanobot Rock Reviews

"Inside every human is a natural compulsion to the honest and the real. Oakland-based folk-rock band Dear Indugu embodies these primal desires in their lyrics and sound."
- Alameda Sun

"Heartfelt songs and personal experiences amplified, with loads of instrumental breaks and well-laid song lyrics."
- Monterey County Weekly

credits

released March 16, 2013

Jesse Strickman - lead vocals, acoustic guitar
Joshua Owings - electric guitar, harmony vocals
Chris Nishimoto - percussion, harmony vocals
Van Jackson-Weaver - bass, harmony vocals

Special guests:
Anthony Anderson - trumpet
Dustin Smurthwaite - trombone

All songs by Jesse Strickman
Recorded by Atley Bartholf and Jared Schmit
at Ex'pression College for Digital Arts
Mixed by Derek Schultz
Mastered by Paul Gold of Salt Mastering
Lead vocals recorded by Derek Schultz
Drums on "Circles" recorded by Ryan Perras at The Annex Studios
Horns on "A Revery" recorded by Joey Verdian at the Treehouse
Cover artwork by Teague Smith

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Dear Indugu Oakland, California

What began as the solo project of singer-songwriter Jesse Strickman, grew into a permanent four-piece, with occasional guest musicians. The name, Dear Indugu, is inspired by the film 'About Schmidt' and is a metaphor for the universal self-healing power of expression. With potent lyrics, strong dynamics, and a firm commitment to originality, the Bay Area based band leaves a lasting impression. ... more

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