Parashos Parachutes

Parashos Parachutes

 Little Rock, Arkansas, USA
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The music we play is a new, complex form of indie music meant to take your brain on a journey to those corners it doesn't visit quite often enough. It's a spiritual journey only sounds could guide.

Biography

Parashos Parachutes was formed in 2009 by J.J. Albrecht and Caleb Lampkin. They currently play as a three piece with Hunter Godfrey and D.J. Richardson both temporarily drumming. The goal from the beginning was to make a positive mark on today's music scene which is rapidly depleting due to the economy. They've realized the only way to bring back the scene is to reignite the passion for music. When asked about this, Albrecht responded, "We're doing this to affect people's lives in a positive way. If just showing love and kindness could save the music scene as a whole, that's more important than any music me or anyone else could create, because with no scene, there is no music." Since that time, they have shared the stage with bands such as Kevin Devine, Emery, The Almost and Pmtoday. Their debut EP, "The Strange and the Stranger" is set to debut at the beginning of March of 2011.

Lyrics

Alaska

Written By: J.J. Albrecht

I made a home full of weeds far overgrown, and each one leaves a mark. Walking back to bitter better memories, when sleeping was at rest, we’d take our dirty hands and make the best of friends. Polar bears would wonder through the neighborhood and take hold of our sleds. No one could escape their friends or families. Oh how I’ve grown so old in these columns filled with hay. My mother, she used to say: Your father’s children, changing into men, and happy days, oh, they’ve come again. We’ll grow a garden made of Styrofoam. We’ll live together on these streets we roam and our hearts sing along to the song: the bear song.

Van Gogh Vision

Written By: J.J. Albrecht

Build your walls. I’ll paint your stars. I’ll show the world what we really are. The taste of gold makes me sick to my stomach, but that’s part of life. The very thing I strive for decomposes me from the bone. We work alone with the patterns kept secret in the “no blue without yellow” house, but I’m all ears for you, my love. You’ll be my downfall. You’ll be my sunshine. This doesn’t speak to me, not one thought, but this is all I have. This is it.

We Should Be Astronauts

Written By: J.J. Albrecht

On the holiday of my brother’s birth, we stood beside the tree. An even gesture with no equation. Complexity. Following the sound of footsteps into my garage. I’m standing at the back door. We work for little pay, but there’s always something better to be heard. Blind man, who was this light you saw? Was it silver teeth? Does it take away the good times? Do children run and hide like a new old parachute that couldn’t fly? They couldn’t fly.