Trenton

Trenton

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Melodic indie rock band.

Biography

It is unfortunate to find that the modern artist is so willing to sacrifice true musical depth for generic hooks and repetative choruses...However, this is not the case with Trenton, a band who has made a name for themselves by creating melodies that are both beautiful and strikingly innovative. Kyle Harberts, Brian Beaudry, and brothers Aaron and Ryan Courtney are all driven by a sincere passion of music.

Based in the musically dead area known as Hudson Fl, the band has been through their ups and downs in search of recognition; looking to the future with optimism and the intention to take music as far as their dreams will allow.

Described by several critics as "An uplifting melancholy"... Trenton has done nothing but grow over the past three years of existence. Birthed by life's occurences and inspired by loved ones lost... It is easy to be disappointed by circumstances out of your control.

Haunted by the tragic suicide of his father, frontman Ryan Courtney has woven his thoughts, fears, and grief into a collaboration of songs. "Unknown Shores" (produced by Matt Goldman) has been dubbed as "a poetically honest record." The perfect blend of ambient guitars, soothing melodies, and somber piano is sure to leave you breathless.

In the midst of tragedy, there is a subtle sense of hope with "Unknown Shores," where songs like "Bright Red" describe how recalling precious memories can maintain sanity. The title track of the record tells of dreams and being reunited with loved ones who have passed away. "Unknown Shores" is an overall positive and nostalgic experience that is worth exploring.

Lyrics

Time

Written By: Ryan Courtney


The night…
It has ended
I’m driving back to my house
I’ve turned into an unknown development
Where am I?
I can’t help but notice all the Christmas decorations
I’m reminded of when I was small, and these things…they meant so much to me

Time keeps on moving, like a train to its destination
Time keeps on going, like a mothers love for her child

A man…
He looks outside and sees four boys playing baseball
Flashbacks invade him, and cause tears to fill his eyes
Now he pays his mortgage, and sees life through those corporate eyes
Since then his parents passed away
But life has taught him

Time keeps on moving, like a train to its destination
Time keeps on going, like a mothers love for her child
Time is so consistent, through the seasons warm and cold
Time waits for no one, so you’d better hurry up

The vapor of our lives is so much longer than they say
The common phrase that “life is short don’t let it slip away�
According to me
This is a false philosophy
Life is not short it’s long
It goes on and on
It can take your spirit away
…Hold on

Time keeps on moving, like a train to its destination
Time keeps on going, like a mothers love for her child
Time is so consistent, through the seasons warm and cold
Time waits for no one, so you’d better hurry up

Busdriver and Tinman

Written By: Ryan Courtney

I tend to get a little scared
When the lights grow dim and the sun is gone
Now what if all of us
Are just cowards on this bus?
Taking us through life’s crazy turns.

Like a Tin man without oil
My thoughts are paralyzed from the neck down

The light over that mountain top
It’s nothing but a view from here
Tell me, what’s your mentality?
Does regret secretly run through your veins?

I’m breaking the emergency glass
I want out before this thing drives me off the edge
So Mr. Bus driver I think that this next stop should be fine
I’ll take my bags and I’ll walk the rest

Like a Tin man without oil
My thoughts are paralyzed from the neck down

The light over that mountain top
It’s nothing but a view from here
Tell me, what’s your mentality?
Are you searching for love or a one night stand?

Castle in the Sand

Written By: Ryan Courtney

Doctor can you take these bones and put them back in place?
I need my arms so I can embrace the ones I need.
All your future driven plans and dreams have fallen apart.
My God! We’re slowly drifting away.

The child in the park is weeping when the rain has fallen on his castle in the….

With intentions of gold, but actions that never seem to measure up.
I’m willing to construct this castle,
and try and try until I get this right.
The ink... it hasn’t dried there’s time to make new plans.
Anxieties have had there place…It’s in your hands.

The child in the park
is weeping when the rain has fallen on his castle in the sand.
My heart is that child,
he asks “Where did the burning light in the sky go?!
Oh no! Mud surrounds us now. It surrounds us.

When he grows old he will think of all the sunny afternoons and occasional stormy nights.

Discography

Unknown Shores (EP)