Hailing from the Sacramento area, Two Sheds formed in 2003 when John Gutenberger (bass,vocals), Rusty Miller (drums) and Cailtin Gutenberger (guitar,vocals) began playing together for fun. In 2004, Cailtin triedher hand at writing a song at John's encouragement, and has yet to stop. Their collaboration made them realize their overwhelming natural musical chemistry, and with the addition of James Finch, Jr. (guitar), Two Sheds went on to record 2006's Strange Ammunition on UnderAcloud Records.
Their live shows, which John Gutenberger says are different than the recordings, as they tend to go electric most of the time on tour, has led to band to share the stage with artists such as Victoria Wiliams, the Chapin Sisters, the Duke Spirit, Scout Niblett, Akron Family and Be Your Own Pet. After several talked about performances at SXSW last year (including a performance at Filter Magazine's "Showdown at Cedar Street"), the band is touring behind their self-titled EP on Filter U.S. Recordings. The digital-only EP conjures similarities to a vast array of artists -- from Mazzy Star to Lucinda Williams, Neil Young to Nirvana. Bassist/vocalist John Gutenberger revealed the recording process of standout track "To Be Alive."
"I recorded it at home into Garage Band through one of those Blue USB microphones, then ran it through my home stereo and re-recorded the sound of it coming out of the speakers," says John. "I threw in the sounds of my porch wind chimes and my cat eating cat food - and it turned out pretty neat. I feel like it's the closest I've come to making a song sound the way I hear it in my head."
Two Sheds will be on tour this summer and beyond, and a full length on Filter U.S. Recordings is expected this fall.
Lyrics:All your pictures in a paper bag I thumb through the pages of favorite magazines Wind up hands on a broken clock I talk to walls that never talk back I got a photo of you on an Autumn day Sappy old songs that I always play What should I do with you far away Back on the bus at the end of the day I trace your name on a foggy day I got a photo of you on an Autumn day Sappy old songs that I always play What should I do with you far away No I don't give a shit what they What do you got that can't wait a day Come back here and take me away 'Cause you are mine, yeah Pound the pavement with heavy feet I kick a beer bottle down a narrow street Tossing pebbles at a big old moon I cry too easy at a country tune I got a photo of you on an Autumn day Sappy old songs that I always play What should I do with you far away No I don't give a shit what they What do you got that can't wait a day Come back here and take me away 'Cause you are mine, yeah You are mine (x4)
Lyrics:I think you might call it an absolute fact, set it in stone and glue it with gravity You can look at a rose through all of those thorns, good years warn you your days are shortening. Oh my momma, ooh. Why should you find any port in a storm when a soggier bottom is all that your seeking? Oh my momma, ooh. Lets throw it away like all that loose change, leave for a month with little arranging. Oh my momma, ooh.
Lyrics:I can't seem to face up to the facts I'm tense and nervous and I Can't relax I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire Don't touch me I'm a real live wire Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run away Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run away You start a conversation you can't even finish it. You're talkin' a lot, but you're not saying anything. When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed. Say something once, why say it again? Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run away Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run away Ce que j'ai fais, ce soir la Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir la Realisant mon espoir Je me lance, vers la gloire ... OK We are vain and we are blind I hate people when they're not polite Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run run away Psycho Killer Qu'est Que C'est Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better Run run run run run run run run away
Lyrics:Pile of leaves color the ground, hollow wind chimes breathe beautiful sounds Roads bleed with cars stuck in drive And it breaks my heart to be alive Having a mind that is always the same, beating through days in a solid refrain It knows how all it loves will survive But it breaks my heart to be alive I know my soul is an infinite chain, weather will go while flowers remain I hold the one who mirrors me best, and the happiest birds make the sturdiest nests The sound of these things tell me Honey, it's alright. But it breaks my heart to be alive Sometimes It breaks my heart to be alive
Lyrics:Out you go/ hide in the twilight with all those monsters you know/ ride easy partner across the wide plateau/ your little daydreams like sulfur seas they ebb and flow/ while you mine for credit in all those veins that bleed below/ ride easy partner across the wide plateau/ swim little seahorse steer clear of that old undertow.
Lyrics:I woke to a room riddled with holes and a wind that beat me like a rubber hose I can guess but no one really knows why for some it shines and others always snows I lost the map that marks my untold wealth My golden apple rotted on the shelf How can I buy what no one has to sell? The wisest men have deemed I've done it to myself All I know to say is WTF? Who wrote the book that bound us too the view that some are born to pain no matter what they do? Who can catch a ball that no one ever threw? Some always have plenty, others always few All I know to say is WTF?
Lyrics:I'm 15 centimeters tall A single step's a sturdy wall A dark and distant port of call from you I move through a different sort of space A day takes years for me to trace While age redecorates my face, it's true I set my soul to sleep Beneath your shoes Lord knows I'm tired Of thinkin' bout you, you Of thinkin' about you, you, you It don't take a champion to talk About how to line yourself in chalk Run like hell instead of walk, thank you In a cold and mercenary field Back bared by reinvented wheels The broken bones you can't conceal poke through I set my soul to sleep Beneath your shoes Lord knows I'm tired Of thinkin' bout you, you Of thinking about you, you Of thinking about you, you Of thinking about you, you, you
Lyrics:Who's gonna fight the better fight tackle the tigers when the lights get low and we all go down underground. Who's gonna build that ivory tower gather the gold before the lights get low and we all float down underground. I'll find a love with eyes like diamonds we'll grow a garden by the sea sow green 'for we all get low underground. Birds will parade through the blue sing out our names as we all take roll from our place down low underground.
Lyrics:Red lights beat through shadows and lay like carpet on the bar. I talk in waves to happy fellows while some jackass plays guitar. Oh its hard. Graveyard ghosts come out on weekends to perch like pigeons on my wall. They know how all on which I depend dies easily without your call. Oh its hard. Lets start the day with losin bets, set our dials and crash our cars. Lets feed that baby cold regrets, now we know she wont get far. I will wash all of my windows to better see the same old view. Ill pretend to roll in pillows, though all the needles poke right through. Oh its hard.
Lyrics:Cut across enemy lines, tip my toes on a ball of twine - how did I get out here? Sun shines like a ball of lint on broken minds in paper splints - how did I get out here? I dont wanna be out here. Rusty nails and dirty socks, lonely heart like a letterbox - what do I do out here? Set myself on a throne of leaves; join firsts and lasts with great betweens what do I do out here? I dont wanna be out here. Throw a thousand eyes like scattered seeds while time passes by on an orange breeze now that Im out here. I dont wanna be out here.
Lyrics:Take your pretty time drawing that dividing line, collecting all your consonant rhymes til everything seems perfect. Hitchhike with hypocrites with borrowed fame and surly wits, and learn to talk some glorious shit til everything seems perfect. Oh what a wild campaign to hate the things you cant explain. Why should I take my tea with one who rolls their eyes at me, and spreads bad news like potpourri? Oh how stale the scenery becomes for those who disagree with one, and all and everything its never gonna be perfect.
Lyrics:Below a wide and wary sea/Diverge the sounds of dark decree/He must wait these thousand years before he can hold his love again/So he builds his cold career/On sticky Salt of bitter tears/while planets dance in reverie/Before he can hold his love again/Death removes where shadows crawl topless towers of cities fall/We warp beneath the old behest that calm convenes with sin confessed/With purple heart o'er bended knee he gives himself to memory and vanishes in holy sky before he can hold his love again.
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