Pitter Patter
by billy libby
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Bus Ride
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Leaves
05:29
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The Dirtiest Spots
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Blue Eyed
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The Winter Song
05:17
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Strings [Bonus Track]
03:43
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about
Billy’s upcoming release, “Pitter Patter”, is an introspective and subdued collage of snapshots, which capture both the heaviest and most whimsical moments of life. It is a culmination of years of songwriting and experimenting with multiple instruments and recording techniques.
Having spent months simultaneously moving microphones, layering drums, and harmonies, he produced a record out of the nest of instruments he calls a bedroom.
The recording of this album began in the Winter of 2010, following his first experience with heart break and a trip to Central America to pull himself together.
Having spent months simultaneously moving microphones, layering drums, and harmonies, he produced a record out of the nest of instruments he calls a bedroom.
The recording of this album began in the Winter of 2010, following his first experience with heart break and a trip to Central America to pull himself together.
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released 20 September 2011
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Billy grew up with photos of The Beatles hung up about the house as if they were family members, and began singing before he ... more could even really talk. He spent most of his life in Portland, Maine; hopping along the rocky coast in the summer, and cooped up with a guitar during the frigid winters, and now lives in Brooklyn, NY. less
discography
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Sep 2011 -
Oct 2010
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- Track Name: Bus Ride
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Like a bell ringing in the distance
We dance with each new note
That our minds divine from it’s varied persistence
That’s born with each new chime
Now as the bus roles on
To Maine from Vermont
I am sitting oh so still
And staring off at the hills
Like everyone else is
But my mind is wondering
Faster than my current speed
And it feels like a dream
Till I get woken up
Worn dark streets on either side
Stretch to reach my piece of mind
Watching the distance fade
And thinking of plans we made
We’re part of the dream
And we’ll never wake up
But my pen is scribbling I am
Writing a letter to myself
Addressed to no one really – No one really - Track Name: Leaves
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False words were true
Spreading out and sifting through
Fallen leafs leave helpless trees
When it gets cold
Humming blank sounds
Of the hallways leading down
To the place that makes you wonder
(If you had to, could you give it up?)
Like the changing seasons colors slowly weaving knots
Could you give it up?
Cause I’ve been thinking of cutting off all my ties
And just disappearing and starting a brand new life
Where the sun sets three hours behind
Winds crisp and thin
Chap my lips and bite my skin
Wrapping me in memories
But I think I’d rather forget them oh
(If you had to, could you give it up?)
Like the changing seasons colors slowly weaving knots
Could you give it up?
Cause I’ve been thinking of cutting off all my ties
And just disappearing and starting a brand new life
Where the sun sets three hours behind. - Track Name: The Dirtiest Spots
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The constant pitter patter
Of a leaking kitchen sink
And a moth slamming harder and harder
Into glass can make you think
Of how such a problem, can be so clear
It’s the transparency, that makes it easy to forget they’re here
I tend to ignore, and sink a little more
To the dampest, dark, and dirtiest spots on this apartment floor
But when I step aside
It’s clear to see that I was just too close to this before
Woven through stormy weather
The sound of shifting winds
Float through the leaves and whisper
Hymns light and thin
As the house, it rattles within its bones
And the pitter patter of rhythmic tones
Help me ignore, and sink a little more
To the dampest, dark, and dirtiest spots on this apartment floor
But when I step aside
It’s clear to see that I was just too close to this before
Slow to start like peering through a pinhole at what came and went
Ten thousand miles deep I find relief can be a steep ascent
Because everyday just gets farther away
And I seem to have a knack for being the straw that breaks the camel’s back
Then walks away
I tend to ignore and sink a little more
To the dampest, dark, and dirtiest spots on this apartment floor
But when I step aside
It’s clear to see that I was just too close to this before
Too close to this before, too close to this before - Track Name: Blue Eyed
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In the cut ties
She once stood with me
Waiting for the great whale
Searching for the exhale
In just one minute
The ground beneath you starts to move
Smile as the earth comes apart
And fall through
Fall through
Blue eyes
You lie deep red, not white
Smile as the earth comes apart
And fall through
Fall through - Track Name: The Winter Song
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In the early nights of winter time
Bring the blankets leaking feathers fly
To the bed the floor into the air
While the window frames the trees all bare
Oooohhh oooohhh
Now the breaking dawn brings flakes of white
Through the window streams a bluish light
Catching dust all floating down to lie
In a layer in a house so quiet
So I lean back in this place I call home
All’s well that weathers the storm
You hear everything in a house this quiet
All’s well that weathers the storm - Track Name: Strings [Bonus Track]
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She got me lit
but she did not exist
she was a figment
of my imagination
Dallas is the town
where all the pretty girls are found
and the fact i've never been
has got me feeling awfully foolish
cause oh no, no
what have I done?
I let slip another one
oh when I got home
I felt so sick that I could die
Oh why didn't I just wait around?
and tell a clever joke or two before she split town
then at least I could pretend I know how to play her strings
Well weeks have gone by
and like a flower I am wilting heavy sighs
and gushing hopeless laughter
cause through all of this stories plot twists
i'll fasten my grip while feeling awfully foolish
As I sit here trying to grow
and just keep passing the open windows
because sorrow floats to help us cope
with all the love that downs
So contently I'll just wait around
and tell clever joke to the next girl who comes round
and I wont have to pretend, cause I'll know how to play her strings
and the world will stop to hear every song that we sing
