Eden Smith

Eden Smith

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Eden Smith presents a unique indie singer songwriter sound, which resonates with the strength she brings to the stage. Her music marries the playfulness and power of Regina Spektor with the organic and emotive compositions of Damien Rice.

Biography

Eden Smith, a native Texan, migrated north to Seattle two years ago to pursue music. Spending a year playing as a solo artist allowed her to get into the hearts of Seatte-ites one cup of coffee at a time. At the end of that year she began working on the production of her debut album, "Spoonfuls."
"Spoonfuls" introduces an unapologetic collection of songs, both playful and nostalgic. Her ballads reflect her engagement with the world, celebrating its quirks and sitting with its sorrows. The presence she holds on stage offers an unexpected, challenging, and alluring honesty, which separates her from many of her peers.
Throughout the course of her album, Eden brought other musicians into her creative space. They continue to keep her on her toes and the collaboration opens up new horizons, influencing her constantly evolving sound.

Eden's influences range from folk-rock, indie, electronic, R&B. An abbreviated list: Damien Rice, Ben Harper, Regina Spektor, Feist, Portishead, Ani Difranco, Sigur Ros, Coldplay, Belle & Sebastian, Iron & Wine, David Gray, Lauryn Hill, Rachel Yamagata, Tori Amos, Sufjan Stevens, Thom Yorke, etc.

Lyrics

Bench by the Water

Written By: Eden Smith

I went to the bench by the water. Thought you'd be there cuz you go there sometimes. It's one of your places that shatters the glass walls of our faces and minds. I steady up to the railing to get a better look, a better... Oh oh oh, I feel the holes in my brain. They're bubbling up to the surface through my hair. Tonight, I'm going gray.

Where could you be? I'm losing hope.
I've got to tell you what I'm feeling, what I'm feeling.

I woke the next day from a nightmare. I'd been sweating, sheet-kicking to the floor. The light blazing through, I'm not ready to open my eyes to see
if you'd come home to me, come home to me last night, last...Oh oh oh, I feel the holes in my brain. They're bubbling up to the surface through my hair. Tonight, I'm going gray.

Where could you be? I'm losing hope.
I've got to tell you what I'm feeling, what I'm feeling.

We met at the laundromat round the corner over quarters, whites and delicates, folding shirts. How much I resent, just watching the dryers spinning, spinning time and regret. There's no time left, there's no time... Oh oh oh, I feel the holes in my brain.
They're bubbling up to the surface
through my hair. Tonight, I'm going gray.

Cardboard Confessional

Written By: Eden Smith

She wore her finest dress, paid to get it pressed so when he took her out, she’d look like she belonged­ — belonged in the dimly lit, candles set, place too expensive for the hair net she wears to work. And the all you can eat morning special, waffles numbing the body as the money in his pocket muffles his longings. Gives it a French name, a cloth napkin, and a, and a, and a garnish you’re not supposed to eat.

O holy night, atonement in the sex-stained sheets. No home, no god, wear me round your neck like cardboard. Hallelu, halle-hallelujah, Hallelujah.

Munch munch, the silence beats down on them like the Texas sun in the middle of July, scares everyone inside. Just a minute under its scrutiny and all the pretenses sweat away. Sweats and sits, knowing where she sits,
a flap-jack flipper, hair net wearer, scrap-change saver, garnish eater, he doesn’t want her. No, he doesn’t want her, he doesn’t want her. He does not want her, no.

O holy night, atonement in the sex-stained sheets. No home, no god, wear me round your neck like cardboard. Hallelu, halle-hallelujah, Hallelujah.

He’d torn her finest dress, a bastard at his best, thinks with his stick and settles into his pick, a man’s world. She straddles the words which define her, sits and bleeds on the words he saw when he looked at her, her, her cardboard confessional, hung around her neck to save the rest, save them all. Wears it into work, the face of God in words on her, ketchup-stained and crooked-lined, a harem in the food stamp line, a harlot at her best to the Jesus in
her bed.

O holy night, atonement in the sex-
stained sheets. No home, no god, wear me round your neck like cardboard. Hallelu, halle-hallelujah, hallelujah. Hallelu, halle-hallelujah, hallelujah.

Move On

Written By: Eden Smith

I feel my homelessness tonight,
a misdirected affection. Scathing aches, reverberating rhythms of life’s regrets and settles low in my gut, in my gut like a pebble sunken low to where the earth meets the
wet, where the earth meets the wet.
Ready, set, I’ve got to go.

Restless sins that itch my spine. Migrant winds allure me on. And on and on and on and on. We move beyond, we move because we do not need. No, we do not need so long as we, so long as we move on.

These past few years, I alone know what those were. And even still, the will of man rests against mine, against mine. There to remind as a string bowed on a finger. Remember, remember where the earth meets the wet, where the earth meets the wet,
you will find no place to let down your hair.

Restless sins that itch my spine. Migrant winds allure me on. And on and on and on and on. We move beyond, we move because we do not need. No, we do not need so
long as we, so long as we move on.

I feel my homelessness tonight, a misdirected affliction. Fought too long, wrought into a wheel, movement is what feels like home, like step after step. I walk alone in search of home, a place that’s warm to my feet, but stillness is not meant for a one like me.

Restless sins that itch my spine. Migrant winds allure me on. And on and on and on and on. We move beyond, we move because we
do not need. No, we do not need so long as we, so long as we move on.

She's Come Undone

Written By: Eden Smith

Daddy yells tonight. He’s packing bags. She’s out of sight. Tomorrow he’ll be gone. She’ll be sad, eat to be strong. She’s growing into hips. Every man wants a kiss. The one she trusts the most reaches down, and kills her soul.

Something strange. Something strange has come undone in her, come undone.

Everybody sees. Where she goes, follows the deed. Cover up the shame. Fat the lies. Find escape. But its no longer her. She’s a buried memory. She dies into the lies. Her body whales in size. Something strange.

Something strange, has come undone in her, come undone. Something strange. Something strange, has come undone in her, come undone. She’s come undone.

Flying home tonight, gonna see
how well she fights. A battleground again, for the girl. She descends. She’s learned to stand her ground. Bear the screams. Absorb the sound. But no one will protect this little girl from herself.

Something strange. Something strange, has come undone in her, come undone. Something strange, something strange, has come undone in her, come undone. She’s come undone.

Discography

"Spoonfuls" is out and word on the street is people are loving it.

Set List

Smoke in my Head

Keeper of Butterflies
O Glory
Grey
As Hope Kindly Suffers
Cinder & Smoke
Gotta Penny
Mud in Your Eyes
Bench by the Water
Stay
Move On
Cardboard Confessional
She's Come Undone
Josie's Halo
Birth to Genesis
Old Man and the Sea
By River's Side