INDIANBURN

INDIANBURN

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Guitar-driven sounds of 70s rock and 90s alt-rock, inseminated by the love-child of David Bowie and Elvis Costello. INDIANBURN is a 5 piece original rock band from Brooklyn and NJ. music from the frontyard of suburban childhood ..lawnrock..

Biography

INDIANBURN is a five-piece rock band based out of central NJ and Brooklyn. They have released two recording projects (The Red Demo 2004, Five Song Sampler 2006) and are currently playing out regularly in the NJ/NY/PA area. All five members have been writing, recording, and performing original music, separately and together, for over a decade.

INDIANBURN is looking to go as far as their music will take them, and with more than two albums worth of unrecorded and unheard material in the vault, the band appears to be planning far ahead. With each new song that they write, they push their own boundaries but somehow always keep it INDIANBURN. They don't appear to have any intentions of slowing down.

The founding four members (Chris Belding, Barry Holsten, Greg Jarrow, and Markus Jarrow) officially fused in 2003, bringing their individual volumes of material together and to the stage. In 2005, Belding decided to focus solely on vocals and Jason Fritz stepped in on bass guitar, becoming the fifth and final element. Although new to INDIANBURN, Jason had crossed paths with several members of the band in previous projects, and added years of diverse and improvisational musicianship to the bands chemistry.

Unbound by any particular sound or genre, INDIANBURN writes music that spans generations. As a vocalist, Belding has been described as the love child of David Bowie and Elvis Costello. On stage, he seems to involuntarily channel the forces of Joe Cocker and Godzilla, creating a captivating presence that dominates audiences. Musically, the band draws from the guitar-driven sounds of 70s and 90s rock, bringing together two guitars, backing vocals, and a bi-polar rhythm section to layer harmonies and melodies, both delicate and aggressive, that perfectly fill the space that they create. The final product is a sound reminiscent of a little bit of everything, but more like a lot of nothing you've ever heard before - at least not in a while. They call it lawnrock. Spend some time with their music and you will soon begin to enjoy the magic that exists within it.

A six song self-produced EP, The Red Demo, was released in June 2004. The band finished recording a full-length album in the spring of 2006 (title to be announced), and has been distributing the Five Song Sampler to showcase the record. A digital single and video for "In a World", a sonically intriguing journey into the mind of autism, is being planned for release to coincide with the launch of their innovative website, www.indianburn.com. Stay tuned for the lawnrock revolution!

Lyrics

in a world

Written By: indianburn

The keys are back in my mouth again
Eyes as dark as a mountain
My skin is afraid of everything
So please don’t leave me alone

There’s a beautiful engine destroying my ears
I can feel the air move around me
Never taking my eyes of myself all these years
Jumping and spinning and rolling…

Occupied from the inside
Never thought to try
Fragile eyes have opened
To a world outside of my own

A world never turned upside down
From holding and waiting around
Maybe I’ll smile tomorrow
I’ve got more to think about now

I can feel the sun burning a hole in my face
I can hear the air move around you
Never quite realizing this was the case
Jumping and spinning and rolling…

Occupied from the inside
Never thought to try
Fragile eyes half open
In a world outside of my own

Looked and I’ve seen
Too much to believe
That anything relates to this place
Crawled on the floor
Looked in the mirror
An image there replaces my face

smile with my arm

Written By: indianburn

Smile with my arm I swim to the bottom
Salt in the flour, piecing my solemn…

Together on a windswept nowhere
Stopping and starting alike
Flexion forbids extension
And registers nothing alike

Imbalances ruling a system
Alternative methods dig deeper the gap and the efforts to mend all the pathways collapse
Options are thinning, revealing
Gravity’s force is seeing and feeling

Just walk away it is already ending
Contracting, ignoring the messages sending…

Input through the never ending tissue
Stopping and starting alike
Intact is apart of completely
A world and nothing alike

Imbalances ruling a system
Alternative methods dig deeper the gaps and the efforts to mend all the pathways collapse
Options are thinning, revealing
Gravity’s force is seeing and feeling

Treading the cold waters
Running flooded fields
Pushing the tire further
Smiling with my arm

crying shirt

Written By: indianburn

She’s got a beauty in her eye
And dust upon the brain with which she used to dream
Her laughter seems to mask her sad reality
It reminds her of the simple child she used to be
She’s lonely but she only cries alone

One more tear is rolling very slow
One more year is growing very old
and I am so blind
I am so blind

She’s got a pretty shirt
She wears when she cries to catch her tears
She likes to feel the flow to cure her fears
But where they come from she don’t know

One more tear is rolling very slow
One more year is growing very cold
and I am so blind
I am so blind

morning sky

Written By: indianburn

Gm F

The morning sky lay darkened and dead
The eyes of god watched on as she bled
The great divide crumbled in her head
Our mother’s eye wept a sea of red

CHORUS

D F C Bb A G F
Save me – I fell into
Save me – this part of you
Save me – I never knew

The riverside swallowed her away
Mesmerized by the swirl and sway
Immortalized, frozen into place
The frown of thorns wrapped around her face

CHORUS

SOLO INTRO
A C

SOLO
Dm C
D C Bb A D

Dm C Dm Bb A
Brother, keep me from the light

how do you know when you're gone?

Written By: indianburn

Well it’s a hard road, my friend
Looks like we’ll try it once again, my friend
Again

Green leaves that fell into my hands
Fell into my hands again, my friend
Again

I can’t stand it
Everything seems to turn out wrong
I can’t stand it
I’ve been living much too long
How do you know
How do you know
How do you know when you’re gone?

And yet another field of pain
I’ll get my plow yet once again, my friend
Again

And while we still have time to die
I’ll sing this song yet once again, my friend
Again

I can’t stand it
Everything seems to turn out wrong
I can’t stand it
I’ve been living much too long
How do you know
How do you know
How do you know when you’re gone?

Discography

-The Red Demo 2004
-Five Song Sampler 2006
-Full studio album (title/release date TBA)

Set List

Enough original material to fill a 90+ minute slot.