Shenandoah Davis

Shenandoah Davis

 Seattle, Washington, USA
BandAlternativeAvant-garde

Classical-inspired pop music, often compared to Joanna Newsom, Owen Pallett or Regina Spektor.

Biography

Immersed in classical music since the fragile age of three, Shenandoah Davis grew up at the bench of her parent's piano. After continuing her musical studies through college, music at some point became more an occupation than a passion. After finishing a bachelor's degree in opera performance that she was already certain she would never use, Shenandoah moved from her long-time home of Boulder, Colorado to Seattle, Washington, got a job as a barista and slowly began making her way back to the world of music - this time with her own compositions. In the three years since Shenandoah Davis released her full-length debut We; Camera (self, 2008), she’s toured the US, Japan, and Western Europe, and performed at some of North America’s largest music and arts festivals (SXSW, Bumbershoot, Sasquatch). She’s been featured on KEXP, collaborated with the Seattle Rock Orchestra and Portland Cello Project, recorded and toured as keyboardist for Seattle-based buzz band Grand Hallway, and held a musical residency at the Art Monastery in Umbria, Italy.

Lyrics

Oh Captain!

Written By: Shenandoah Davis

And you were always the escape plan from the moment that it crossed my mind
but it was always an aside, a second guess, a whisper from behind.
All that it needed was a map and a whistle away.
All that it needed was a driver and a serenade.

But every siren, every midnight, every lamplight, every open flame
proceeds to slow what i intended, seems to block it with a dark delay.
Oh! What are we to do, what are we to do with you now?
Oh what are we to do, what are we to do with you now, with you now?

So we divide it as we go and leave a trail of whispers in our wake.
We haven't sorted out our plans, and all we know is they are hard to shake.
Oh what are we to do, what are we to do with you now?
Oh what are we to do, what are we to do with you now, with you now?

Can't stick a needle to the wheel or a finger to the loom.
Born just a week apart, what kind of captain are you?
Oh, not at stitch will stick, not a knot will make it through
crossing the border coming home to our rented rooms!

Proof

Written By: Shenandoah Davis

Don't want to tell you nothing
til I am telling the truth
Til I have written the whole thing out
Til I have the news

Across the table for hours
Will not leave without proof
We didn't come this far for nothing
We didn't come for the view

I've seen the robbers and fools
and when they crawl from their tombs
They catch us all by surprise

When we divide into two
all that remains will be new
with just the ground at our sides

And if you understand
Even the youngest can
With any sense of pride
leave the old to die.

Don't want to tell you nothing
til I am telling the truth
Til I have written the whole thing out
Til I have the news

Separate Houses

Written By: Shenandoah Davis

Now that we're alone and laughing
just as if we'd never met
Would it be so wrong to tell you
I could never quite forget
how you were on the edge of leaving
waiting for the final word
Mouths filled up with smoke and anger
Books in boxes by the door
What we've collected, piles and towers,
lonely in their separate houses.
And our bodies split like shadows
from their footsteps.
Just think if we had opened up the boxes now
Seen what we were throwing out
Known what I'd be going without.
I've been often in the darkest place
Seeing you in empty space
And I never even tried to open up your insides
and found out what it was that brought me here.
Now that we're alone and laughing
just as if we'd never met
Would it be so wrong to tell you
I could never quite forget
how you were on the edge of leaving
waiting for the final test
I could hole up all my anger
I could put it all to rest.
I could put it all to rest.

Oh Way Oh

Written By: Shenandoah Davis

Oh way oh.

Take your glasses down from their nervous perch
and raise a hand, rehearse our long-awaited greeting
How've you changed since our last meeting?
Do you still climb up those narrow stairs
to see our woods there from the scaffold of your building
Are they still as thrilling?

Oh my brightest one, what we could do
Oh my cast-off dreams, will they come true?
Doesn't matter how I tell it
Cause no matter how I tell it
I never find the name for you

I tell the same stories every night
Our wilted lips and crowded nights are hard to tether
But still it's you who tells it better
Cause no one remembers like you do
The sinking of our monument
saved for fairer weather
saved for fairer weather

Oh my brightest one, what we could do
Oh my cast-off dreams, will they come true?
Oh my brightest one, what we could do...

Oh way oh.

Pellet Gun

Written By: Shenandoah Davis

I've been shooting at stars with a pellet gun
from the top of the wire
Saw you marchin off with a candle
light comin off, light comin off

You should put your candle down and go with me
We do not need light where we can already see
You should put your candle down and go with me
We do not need light where we can already see
Where we can already see, where we can already see

And if you come to where I've gone, way beyond
where the lights of your eyes hold a dark musky glow
Then you will know, then you'll know
Then you will know, then you'll know
Then you will know, then you'll know
Then you will know.

I've been shooting at stars with a pellet gun
from the top of the wire
Saw you marchin off with a candle
light comin off, light comin off

Discography

"The Company We Keep" - August 2011, top 3 self-released records on CMJ
"The Europe EP" - 6 songs sold only on European tour 2009
Half Yogurt "Tomo Nakayama/Shenandoah Davis Split" - December 2009
"We; Camera" - full-length album (13 tracks) - July 2008, re-released on cassette tape by Off Tempo Records in March 2010
"Milagros" - 7-song ep - January 2008

Set List

Set is typically 30-60 minutes long of all original music, usually including some or all of the following:

So Many
Oh Captain!
Separate Houses
Sewn Up Tight
Proof
The Loudest
Oh Way Oh
Pellet Gun
White Wind
Duet
Anywhere
The Wings
We; Camera
Our Favorite Idols
Up&Over
These Rocks