TERRA

by Caleb Pogyor

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About Caleb Pogyor

calebpogyor.bandcamp.com
calebpogyormusic@gmail.com

December 22, 2012

To whom it may concern:

I was under the impression that the world would have ceased to exist by this date. Gosh! Now that I can see it is still here, it is incumbent on me to write you concerning my interest in having you listen to Caleb Pogyor—particularly his forthcoming release, Terra.

I first learned about the opening in your music collection from a friend who is well acquainted with your iTunes library. Let’s not name names, here. What is more important is that I have 25 years’ experience in suggesting music to people with aural capacities.

Terra, is a seven-track LP that is characterized by a quiet longing for the ground under our feet. What comes out of that longing is a different story. The album is a layered cake of sound—lush, ethereal vocals spread over songs that oscillate between a jazzy pensiveness and a grungy, reckless abandon.

Terra follows Pogyor’s 2010 debut I’m Talking to You. While the latter was rife with tunes that grew out of a singer-songwriter, man-and-his-guitar kind of aesthetic, Terra moves away from that mode of composition and toward a more decentered experience. Airy, schizoid vocals push and pull against the dynamism of a rhythm section that drives the songs through a broad spectrum of emotions, never taking its eye off the pendulum Pogyor so wants to forget.

Give it a listen. You’ll get the last allusion. Anyhow, allow me to limn a broad arc of Pogyor’s career:
• released debut album I’m Talking to You in October 2010
• performed at various hip venues throughout his native Pittsburgh, Pa.
• played the main stage of the Three Rivers Arts Festival in 2012
• moved to Denver, CO in November 2012
• released Terra January 25th, 2013, featuring the comic art of Nate McDonough

It should be mentioned that Pogyor’s albums are independently recorded at Pink Flamingo Studios, in Monongahela, Pa.

Aside from percussion and guest instrumental appearances, Pogyor is responsible for all of the sounds you hear.

Let me know if you have a job for him—at your earliest convenience, of course.

Sincerely,
Ghostwriter

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released January 25, 2013

Self recorded at Pink Flamingo Studios in Monongahela, PA.
Brandon Zebrowski mixed all seven songs and helped with additional engineering at Pink Flamingo Studios.
Josh Gerba also helped out with a little additional engineering.
Eric Pulgino mastered the album at The Rabbit Hole Studios in Denver, CO.

All songs and lyrics written by Caleb Pogyor.

This download includes a pdf file of Terra, the comic book. All artwork and layout for comic book is credited to Nate McDonough-Grixly. Check out more of his work at grixly.tumblr.com.

Banner and promo picture was photographed by Dave Hall.

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Terra, is a seven-track LP that is characterized by a quiet longing for the ground under our feet. What comes out of that longing is a different story. The album is a layered cake of sound—lush, ethereal vocals spread over songs that oscillate between a jazzy pensiveness and a grungy, reckless abandon. ... more

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Track Name: Time to Kill
When I was saved there was no introduction to a decay of a young generation. I've lost my mind to show for.

Don't leave so soon. If you've finally fallen sick, if you have a bone to pick.

When we were threaded in through our temples, nobody said about keeping it simple. So I'm the white liar, the joker, the jesus, waiting for fire to finally come please us. I'll take my time to show for.

Don't move too fast, we've got some time to kill. Don't talk too far, I'm sitting right here, I'm not going anywhere.
Track Name: My Bones
Take it in slow.

Everytime I wear my cape, I plunge into the dark with the courage of a lost urban heart. I kick and fight, resurface tattered, torn and bruised to hell, well I guess I don't learn my lessons well.

Honey, I will shake the hand of every single skeleton you own.
Take it in slow, I'll help you reveal all your bones.

All my prophecies of where I thought I'd be right now have been flooded out, drowned and found out. Everytime we shoot the shit, I swear that you're the one who will save me from the fool I've become.

Honey, will you shake the hand of every single skeleton I own?
Take it in slow.
Help me polish up all of my bones.

My bones.
Track Name: Streetwalker
When I attempt to grasp my quiet expeditions through your point of view, I imagine that I'm a ball of fire burning up with everything left to lose.

I write them down the names of planets, moons and stars. Yeah, I write them down as a friendly reminder, I'm an inkblot on a page.

When your back's facing my extremities start to numb. Everyday, paranoia haunts me for the sake of everything I have to lose.

I'm still unsure on how to react to the fact that I live my life for a sad, lonely sleep walker, a street walker.
Well, you could never fail me, even if you decide to erase me. I'm on your side, John. We're on your side. We're already living in a John Doe's heaven.

Just make up your mind. In a single thought, there's enough force to destroy my days. Just make up your mind for me.
Track Name: Carnivore
In the woods behind my childhood home, I am king of everything. Sticks and stones act as a good defense against any arguments or tricks from the Enties.

When the shadows come to steal our glow and grey, we'll hide away in the shelter we made of branches and fur.

In my best mood, I am a carnivore and I am king of everything. In my own field, there's concrete I never built but at least I still have something.

When the shadows come to steal our glow and grey, we'll hide away in the shelter we made. We'll hide away in branches and fur.
Track Name: Land of the Free
In a threatening situation, I killed a man. I shot him down. I pulled the trigger, saw his face and now I'm here to entertain. I'm sorry for what I've done and I'm sorry for what I'm doing.

Cuff my wrists in metal chains. Give me hell for all the pain that I caused for our government. For the land of the free.

In accordance with the scriptures, I'm guilty there too. How dare man falls on. You can come live with me up in captivity. The officers are smoking all of my drugs.

Cuff my wrists in metal chains. Give me hell for all the pain that I caused for our government. For the land of the free.
Track Name: Terra Revisited
You're a haunting note hovering over doubt. Am I overspeaking? You're a nasty spill tripping up the crowd. Should I shout it out instead?

Nobody is alone. You're just feeling sorry for yourself. Nobody is alone.

In a vacant house, no sheets to make a bed, where you rest your dizzy head. How you'd love to hear the ghost of past or future tense speak the words you should confess.

Nobody is alone. You're just feeling sorry for yourself. Nobody is alone.

Underneath the floor, man, you're suffering, suffering more than the rest of us. Nail him to the board, man, we won't let him leave when he's feeling better than the rest of us.

Nobody is alone. You're just feeling sorry for yourself. Nobody is alone.
Track Name: Earth
First-person perspective, Earth. An extension of her course. If I'm living in remorse, bury me I'm as good as dirt. Sink the island of your eye, greet the morning to the tide. Don't worry you can confide in the depth of the deep below.

The mood's uptight and everyone's let down. So who's the lucky one to wear the crown? It's easier than what was said and done, so now ease your grip, forget the pendulum.

Point your finger, crack the sky. The belly-up part of my high. Now the seasons drag on by. Holy shit. I'm getting nervous. All my power seems to fade when compared to your great escape. But it's only just a phase, I'll be killing my ego soon.

The waters rose to sink our hollow ground, but then all the friends we made in life were found. It's easier than what was said and done, so now ease your grip, forget the pendulum.