The Tiny Tin Hearts

The Tiny Tin Hearts

 Austin, Texas, USA
BandPopAmericana

Winners of The Austin Chronicle's Sound Wars and one of Austin's Top 5 Best New Bands, this 8-piece from Austin features banjo, French Horn, cello, violin, trombone, piano, lap steel and electric guitars, bass and drums, crossing genres from Americana to Pop, Folk and Classical.

Biography

Winners of The Austin Chronicle's first-ever Sound Wars and named one of Austin's Top 5 Best New Bands of 2009, this 8-piece ensemble from Austin, TX, features banjo, French Horn, cello, violin, trombone, piano, lap steel and electric guitars, bass and drums, crossing all genres from Americana to Pop, Rock, Folk and Classical.

Their debut release, a 7-song EP, was produced by George Reiff and released in Sept. 2009.

Influences include: Pat Metheny, Paul Simon, Woodie Guthrie, Bill Frisell, Ali Farka Toure, Bruce Springsteen, Sufjan Stevens, Charlie Haden, Joanna Newsom, Debussy, Paul Motian, Tom Waits, Arcade Fire, Terry Riley, Neutral Milk Hotel, Pete Seeger, Fela Kuti, Ry Cooder, Tony Trischka, Danny Schmidt, Sweet Honey in the Rock, Exploding Star Orchestra, Elton John

Lyrics

Navesink

Written By: Seth Osborn

Billboards against the sky
> a woman as seductive as the open road
> the pain lifts
> and when we touch it stops the blood flow
>
> she and I had a talk about this
> to try and reach a middle ground
> I had a different experience and I think
> I think she heard a different sound
>
> I thought I could outrun the river
> Like sandpipers racing the tide
> Up on the rooftop time goes on forever
> the distance opens between the earth and sky
>
> I put my feet in the water
> to cool down the pain
> the river was deep and muddy
> being after springtime rain and then
>
> I thought I saw you running
> the soles of your feet flashed white
> the stars and the leaves closed in on us
> you were lit in a heavenly light and
>
> I thought I could outrun the river
> Like sandpipers racing the tide
> Up on the rooftop time goes on forever
> the distance opens between the earth and sky
>
> Now we’re daring hope against pickpocket princes and
> running scared planes inside our defenses
> everyone turned to look as the world opened up
> but she still whispers peace in my ears
>
> someone was too close to us we were
> bound down and tied at the seams
> I was too close to you
> Lost in the wake of a love supreme
>
> I thought I could outrun the river
> Like sandpipers racing the tide
> Up on the rooftop time goes on forever
> the distance opens between the earth and sky

Luke

Written By: Seth Osborn

Luke backed up a bit and opened up a space in front of him
> he said,
> “you know I think this behavior has got to be some kind
> of sin”
> I could tell this maneuver had really hurt his pride he
> said,
> “You know my father was Buddhist but I never figured out
> why.”
>
> Luke says, “With every sweep of my hands I catch a
> galaxy” I said,
> “Luke I’m listening to you buddy but that just
> doesn’t sound right to me.” he said,
> “No no I’ll prove it to you, let’s take a day
> I swear by the stars in my hands there’s truth in the
> words I say.”
>
> Luke says, “My father was a great poet
> something more than a man
> well that’s something I could never be and I know it
> but if I pretend a little maybe I could understand”
>
> I tell Luke I think he’s better off alone
> Luke wants to call her so I unplug the phone
> he wants to tell her that he loves her and to write a
> symphony
> he is routing in the cabinets as he drinks his way to glory
>
> Luke says, “My father was a great poet
> something more than a man
> well that’s something I could never be and I know it
> but if I pretend a little maybe I could understand”
>
> Even above the contented thunder
> of a Buddhist prayer-drum roll
> I can hear the distant wailing
> of an unknown tortured soul and I cry,
>
> “Where have you gone, where have you gone Alieo?
> Where have you gone, where have you gone springtime joy,
> Alieo”
>
> Now I’m singing religion in the empty kitchen
> runs like the water across a canyon floor and Luke cries
> “Maryanne, Maryanne where have you gone
> he’s never been hurt by a woman before and I cry
>
> “Where have you gone, where have you gone, Alieo?
> Where have you gone, where have you gone, springtime joy?
> I’ve searched every mountaintop for you, Alieo
> But I just can’t let you go, sweetheart . . . .”
>
> (Whooping)

Love and Jet Engines

Written By: Seth Osborn

As we rise up through the clouds
> side by side with the sun
> the wing arches up over the moon
> and I write a new song to the tune
>
> of an old one
> of an old one.
>
> Give me your music give me your words
> Give me your downtown skyline
> Give me you jet engines give me your lights
> As I fly low over your house
>
> It’s time for everything to change x4
>
> Sean’s solo
>
> I saw your dancing polka-dot dress
> and the last lonely look of the night
> I heard your nervous laughter
> you gave me one more cautious goodbye
>
> These are the landscapes of my imagination
> these blues are the skies of my mind
> and as we left the runway and took to the air
> I saw angels perched in the high tension wires
>
> It’s time for everything to change x8

The Aviator

Written By: Seth Osborn

In the closing moments of a skybound life
when all the years and days are wound into a final steak of light
that arches through the storm
a spot of life that that's glowed from the moment it was born
with pathways carved in a heart
that only wings could sing and only love could tear apart
"We live fragile lives worn smooth by worry and love
simplified, the edges rounded down 'til darkness comes
and the darkness came today
like another force had taken the plane
and as I lose control it occurs to me
that the last thing I may ever see
is stardust scattered like your hair across the sky
the engines hum warm as your touch but not as bright
and the voice of terror howls
and the wings begin to scream tearing loose at the seams
though I always knew I could lose you this way
I only wanted just to see you one last time to say goodbye
And the thunder of youth brought my soul to the sky
and only your love can bring me back from each restless flight
and above the clouds the world is so bright
there is no darkness just the memory of the sigh of you"
A solitary traveller in the sky's stormy berth
whose world is a plane spiraling to earth
the aviator contemplates one last glorious truth
that the love is worth the loss in the final moments.

Small Catastrophe

Written By: Seth Osborn

By day we're lonely
strung between the nights
an expanse of solitude
hollowed out by light
and we're rescued as the sun goes down
the moon begins its flight
and the evenings rolling slowly by
return into the night

A conversation
unfolds to fill the room
a lonely station
that lights a distant moon
and the words should come much faster
unbidden to the tongue
with their meanings trailing after
but they're ghostly then they're gone

I'm looking for you the only way I know
Your memory still haunts
the walls of my home

Between the moments
a restless energy
a tumult of anguish
a small catastrophe
and the words are unavoidable
hanging in the air
like the rhythm of their syllables
has always sounded there and

I'm looking for you the only way I know
Your memory still haunts
the walls of my home
And the echoes still ring through the air
to fill the distance between here and there
some loves were never meant to be

Discography

"The Last Flight of the Martyr Aviator," released in Sept. 2009, can be heard in its entirety at http://www.thetinytinhearts.com.

Set List

Exactly Where
The Aviator
Gnossienne No. 2
Luke
Navesink
Another Gnossienne
Love and Jet Engines
Ballad of a Weakened Heart
Manhattan
Laughter
An Outline of When Things Were Better
Small Catastrophe
Philadelphia Song
Highway to the Coast
The Bull Snake and the Rattler
Highway to the Coast
To Love Somebody (cover)

Songs range from introspective and intimate to upbeat and danceable.