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Whoops

 Nashville, Tennessee, USA
BandRockAvant-garde

Umbrella Tree has been described as progressive rock, gothic musical theatre, and bohemian bookworm pop. Their shows are intense and exhilarating opportunities for nerdy people to meet one another.

Biography

Umbrella Tree is a trio from Nashville, TN who banded together in the summer of 2005. Derek Pearson plays drums, Jillian Leigh sings and tickles the keys and Zachary Gresham sings and plays guitar and bass. They have released three full-length albums along with a digital download of acoustic songs. Their music has been described as progressive rock, gothic musical theatre and bohemian bookworm pop. Scattered as those depictions may be, one adjective representing their music remains consistent: indescribable.

Lyrics

The Youngest Apple

Written By: Jillian Leigh

For six years I
was the youngest
apple on my
family tree.

Then my mother
softly whispered,
“You are soon to
be a sister;
you can kiss her.”
I admit,
I was jealous, but

then I saw her,
my own sister
in the hospital; she was so
young and helpless.
I was breathless
I would say to her everyday,
“You’re my sister and that is okay.”

Shortly after
her first birthday,
they discovered
something wrong.

And my mother
tried to whisper,
“Baby sister’s
getting sicker,
sicker quicker.”
I did not
understand it all…

In the hospital she was so
young and helpless.
I was restless.
I would say to her everyday,
“You’re my sister so you’ll be okay.”

Once again I
am the youngest
apple on my
family tree.

A Horse That Will Come When I Whistle

Written By: Zachary Gresham

What kind of books do you read?
What kind of movies do you like?
I like westerns, I like westerns.
I like the guns and the fistfights.
And I like the dust in the streets at night.
And I like the boots that kick your throat into the back of your head if you cry.

What do you watch on TV?
What kind of records do you like?
I like westerns, I like westerns.
I like my six-shot pistol.
And I like my faces well chiseled.
And I like tassels and hats and a horse that will come when I whistle.

Are you hungry?
Baby, I gotta little money.
And I want some thick, black coffee.
And I want some sausage gravy.
And I wanna swap all rewards for the respect and the love of a lady.

It's so nice to meet you.
I think I could like you.

But I like to spit wherever I please.
And I keep my wagon slick with grease.
Cause I'm like a sagebrush and tumbleweed.
So I'll probably ride my trusty steed
into the red prairie sunset and you'll never hear back from me.

Discography

What Kind of Books Do You Read?
The Church & The Hospital
Acoustic at the Prizefighter Compound
The Letter C