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Letters to Aliens

by Rhyan Sinclair

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1.
Born in the heat of a cold December, With eyes that pierced like the dead of Winter Sagittarius, I’m better on the run, Never liked to stick around and live inside the damage I have done The blessing and the curse of a fire breather, I was born with a dragon spirit Met life full throttle with rockets on my heels Floating through the sky with a faulty reel Nobody quite knew how to tether me to earth That was a lesson that time would soon force me to learn Like a purple glitter dragon shot out of a cannon I made all my decisions with reckless abandon I didn’t know to be brave, I just wasn’t afraid Gotta retrace my steps, cut the lock and chain The blessing and the curse of a fire breather I was born with a dragon spirit I was able to put my karate skills to use When I met that tiny tyrant in the playground tube And, boy, did he scream and cry and run to his Mama I showed him what strawberry blonde and pink glasses were made of Like a purple glitter dragon shot out of a cannon I made all my decisions with reckless abandon The blessing and the curse of a fire breather, I was born with a dragon spirit Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh As I grew up, I started runnin’ out of steam I was hit with the harsh hand of reality When I heard footsteps that felt like murder in pursuit of me I locked all my doors and I bottled up the urge to scream Now, every night I dream that my time’s running out or someone’s got an axe to the door of my house I fight for my life every single time and I don’t know how to escape Day after long long day Gotta cut the lock and chain Gotta cut the lock and chain Gotta cut the lock and chain Like a purple glitter dragon shot out of a cannon I made all my decisions with reckless abandon I didn’t know to be brave, I just wasn’t afraid Gotta retrace my steps, cut the lock and chain Because every night I dream that my time’s running out or someone’s got an axe to the door of my house I fight for my life every single time and I don’t know how to escape Day after long, long, after long, long day The blessing and the curse of a fire breather I was born with a dragon spirit Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
2.
I leave a piece of my soul In the places I go Maybe I’m the tired cliche of the vagabond Never know if I’m running to or running from Traveling on white lines, hanging on every line of an old heartbreak song If ever you want to, you can find me I’m around If I’m not next to you, look to the trails of my treaded ground Find the divine in the earth that surrounds In the light of the moon, with the night bird sounds That’s where I’ll be found I know I escape a lot By wheels and thought Trying hard to leave the past behind But it creeps up on me, it’s a spot that’s blind I can’t find the in-between of voyage and retreat, torn in two directions If ever you want to, you can find me I’m around If I’m not next to you, look to the trails of my treaded ground Find the divine in the earth that surrounds In the light of the moon and the night bird sounds That’s where I’ll be found I leave a piece of my soul In the places I go And they’ll be there long after I’ve gone away In the Chicago lights, or the Carolina waves, I’ll remain All along those white lines or find me in every line of my old favorite song If ever you want to, you can find me I’m around If I’m not next to you, look to the trails of my treaded ground Find the divine in the earth that surrounds In the light of the moon and the night bird sounds If you want to know what I’m about I’m around In the light of the moon, with the night bird sounds That’s where I’ll be found Where I'll be found... Where I'll be found...
3.
Skywriting 04:05
Bird hits the window, I fear it’s a call for the end Even if it is, every end calls for something to begin But, every open space leaves room for doubt to creep in Talk to me, tell me I’m not a fool for believing I see skywriting Heart falls through the shaft every time that you walk out of sight Everything that could keep you coming from back has entered my mind If I sort through every outcome, then nothing will catch me by surprise Talk to me, tell me I’m not a fool for believing I see skywriting, oh I see skywriting Talk to me, tell me I’m not a fool for believing I see skywriting Reads child don’t worry I see skywriting crystal prism chiming I see skywriting Could you believe there’s a word that I heard, it’s a sign Maybe someone up above, trying to throw me a line Read it in the cards, it’ll all fall in place, give it time
4.
I'm just glad to be here, suspended in air On a giant rock that's orbiting fire It's a cosmic experience, human is the state I'm in I haven't settled into my skin It gets kinda lonely all alone in outer space Be nice to have some company to dance with along the milky way I'm stuck up here just floating around I wish I could come down i'm on an astral voyage, intergalactic forage for something more than meets the eye i get so caught up in my head, i tend to get lost in it and i'm running through the stars again It gets kinda lonely all alone in outer space Be nice to have some company to dance with along the milky way I'm stuck up here just floating around I wish I could come down When I was a little kid, I'd send letters to aliens On balloons into the unknown I wanted to discover them and i felt like i was one of them Thought maybe they could lead me home It gets kinda lonely... I'm a woman on a mission To find the balance between the stars and ground I'm on a mission To be a little bit lost and a little bit found Oh, it gets kinda lonely all alone in outer space Be kinda nice to have some company, sure would be nice to see a friendly face When I'm stuck up here just floating around Around.... I wish I could come down All alone in outer space The galaxy awaits I'm a woman on a mission To find the balance between the stars and ground I'm on a mission To be a little bit lost and a little bit found
5.
Stargazing in a lighting storm Bathing suit in the snow, trying to keep warm I should know better Than to give you any piece of my heart Should've been prepared Should've been prepared Should've been To keep you at bay Should've built a concrete fortress To hide myself away What did all the others do? Why did I make an exception for you? Why did I turn to putty? In the palm of a traitor's hand Should've been prepared Should've been prepared Should've been To keep you at bay Should've built a concrete fortress To hide myself away What did I build up all these walls for... Just to let you walk right though my door? I.... Should've been prepared Should've been prepared Should've been To keep you at bay Should've built a concrete fortress To hide myself away Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, Will I learn to trust again? Break out of this cage that I'm livin' in? Ahhh. ahhh. ahhh Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh Should've been... Should've been prepared
6.
The navy sky ripples like a heavy dark tide The crickets they chirp like alien birds of the night The moon is just a few feet below surface I lay and i stare at the ocean of stars The sun is buried down in that deep ocean A treasure for tomorrow, but now in the dark Interstate sailors Trudge on under water With sails flying high, with sails flying high This is my ship and I'm gonna steer it right down the highway tonight My eyes grow heavy like the dark waves above Those submarine pirates tread white lines and beg me to run But, you see, i've travelled these waters before, man I know they're just as much mine as they're yours If you want it that bad, then you should put the work in I know where i'm going and I'll stick to my course Interstate sailors Trudge on under water With sails flying high, with sails flying high This is my ship and I'm gonna steer it right down the highway tonight This is my ship... I train my gaze ahead toward the endless road, Soul overflowing with stories yet to be told Try to bottle the melody of the wind's violent laugh Echoing the evil from beneath the tide It's a strange ol' craft, but it's a mighty raft And it carries me even when the ocean runs dry Interstate sailors Trudge on under water With sails flying high, with sails flying high This is my.... ship And I'm gonna steer it right down that highway tonight Right down that highway tonight Right down that highway...
7.
Generations past, generations to come She reignites the role of Chiron By the light of an alchemist’s sun Her power is the one thing that they fear the most Treat her like a dying flame, try to stomp out her last hope The age old story of the wounded healer Never her own timekeeper She spends her days casting out others’ ghosts And her nights inside a haunted home Earth and water, build a fortress out of the mud Taking in each fragile, broken creature mending wounds, while shedding blood Pitchforks and torches, swords and sheaths, they’re on the hunt Collective paranoia on the run The age old story of the wounded healer Never her own timekeeper She spends her days casting out others’ ghosts And her nights inside a haunted home Will she ever leave the bound of Salem? Have we ever left the bound of Salem? (in all our years) Pushing past the border of Salem Gotta put out the fires from our lineage before they burn us to the ground Gotta put out the fires from our lineage before they burn us down Did she dance too freely, did she sing too loud? Was she talking wild, spinning out? We all know magic and demonic possession is never what the persecution is really about The age old story of a woman’s existence, her voice and men who want quiet it down You can’t silence the sound The age old story of the wounded healer Never her own timekeeper She spends her days casting out others’ ghosts and her nights inside a haunted home Did I dance too freely, did I sing too loud? (Have we ever left the bound of Salem?) Was I talking wild, spinning out? (Have we ever left the bound of Salem?)
8.
This old house was a beauty in her day, But her colors have slowly faded in the rain The neighborhood kids broke out the windows again The ceilings weep, oh, the tears just keep falling down, So, they’re tearing this old beauty to the ground Three doors down, you hardly ever see a light But, you can hear that man’s screams echo through the night Love leaves for work, but rage pulls back into the drive She’s bound to pay the price for his hell of a day He takes the toll and she takes the blame She doesn’t know where she’s going, but she’s leaving in the morning   With the dog and a small suitcase Fill her cup with the sunrise, then make her getaway No more waiting, praying for the day That she won’t be sitting there Gathering dust Just down the street, lives a woman old and gray Glass figures in the window catch the last light of day The moments run together when no one stops by Passing headlights cast shadows through the hall While she talks to picture frame ghosts on the wall She never got over that man she met in October 1961 She waits for the day they lay her down So she can return to the heaven she’d found Sometimes I hear her say “I don’t want to sit here gathering dust“ I sit by the window, catching glimpses of life Collecting distractions from the world outside   I’ve worn the face of grief, and I’ve been the one to do the leaving But it’s been a while since I’ve been brave and I’m not grieving Who am I to say a thing, When I’m watching from the window, gathering dust? I’m not a victim of circumstance, Lord, I’ve got time and I’ve got plans But somehow I’m still sitting here, gathering dust Can’t help but sit here, gathering dust Nothing’s keeping me here Nothing’s keeping me here
9.
I’ve been watering my mind with gasoline in the morning And by the afternoon, I wonder why I’m up in flames Trying to grow a garden out of a ground I’d poisoned With doubts like a wildfire in my brain I've been watering my mind with gasoline in the morning I’ll be ashes on the ground by tonight I’ve been mirroring motions of a past incarnation Where i surrendered to the silence to survive What if I, what if I, what if I Could put the pedal to the metal and leave it all behind? Allow myself the freedom, find the ease of mind And the will not to take on every challenge like it’s mine Some elusive day, I’ll leave it all behind I’ve been watering my mind with gasoline in the morning Just waiting for something to set me on fire so i cam cycle through painful memories of living life on a thin, thin wire And I've been filling my cup with gasoline in the morning A match struck in the distance sends me into a rage Takes me back to every time I've been done wrong It doesn’t take much these days I know I can’t forget, but will I set it aside Before the weight of it all buries me alive Put it in a picture frame and out of my mind What if I, what if I, what if I Could put the pedal to the metal and leave it all behind? Allow myself the freedom, find the ease of mind And the will not to take on every challenge like it’s mine Some elusive day, I’ll leave it all behind Some elusive day I won’t be watering my mind with gasoline in the morning In the morning
10.
Bad Time 03:58
Woke up on fire, but I woke up free Very first thing I spoke was just short of a scream God pity the souls who passed me on the street Lord, spare 'em from the shadow of the devil in me It came on like a storm in the dead of night A bolt of lighting to my restless mind Had break to free from these tangled vines If the truth is evil, then so am I I've hit my breaking point, this is the line No more walking on this heart of mine 'Cause there's a blood moon on the rise And you've hurt me at a bad time I've been hiding in the hollows, in the shade You pretend i'm a ghost and hope i'll fade away But, your words can't put me in my grave And it haunts your cold and lonesome soul every day You can hear me wailing in that raging breeze My tears like rivers running down these streets It's not that i'm bitter, it's not that i'm mean I'll be an angel 'til you clip my wings I've hit my breaking point, this is the line No more walking on this heart of mine 'Cause there's a blood moon on the rise And you've hurt me at a bad time Streets like rivers... Streets like rivers running with my tears Streets like rivers, streets like rivers Runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin', runnin' I've hit my breaking point, this is the line No more walking on this heart of mine 'Cause there's a blood moon on the rise And you've hurt me at a bad time
11.
Effie Jane 03:36
In College Hill, Kentucky, the roots of my family Grew down by the river line Mama told me stories of Elmer and Effie And days on the farm in the summer time Effie wore no diamond ring, but she had everything Without ever having to pretend She was wise, but not phased by the world and its' ways Just living for the moment she was in Effie Jane, Effie Jane Was my Great Grandmother's name I only met her once, just born, not even one But, I feel like I know her just the same She raised two good boys, they were her pride and joy, She'd stand up to anyone who did them wrong She wasn't one to fight, but she had a streak of fire Thanks to Effie Jane, the high school had a prom Effie Jane, Effie Jane Was my Great Grandmother's name I only met her once, just born, not even one But, I feel like I know her just the same Sundays at Cane Springs, they played no organ, picked no strings But you could feel the spirit in the sound Of every voice in the room, filling up each pew And somewhere in my heart, I can hear Effie now Brethren, we have met to worship and adore the Lord our God; Will you pray with all your power, while we try to preach the Word? Effie Jane, Effie Jane Was my Great Grandmother's name I only met her once, just born, not even one But, I feel like I know her just the same I feel like I know her just the same Brethren, pray, and holy manna will be showered all around
12.
Papaw and I were the best of friends We'd name squirrels and count cars for hours on end I was only six years old when he died It took me eight after that to be able to cry And I've never felt more pain than I did with that goodbye Don't know how momma did it when it all went wrong But she kept me close and she kept me strong Loss kept on hitting home The family we knew were turning into ghosts And we've never been more broken than we were by those goodbyes Saying goodbye is a strange old thing Just one word carries so much weight So much power at the hands of fate With every goodbye I made friends, but they never really stuck I guess you could say I was haunted growing up I tried to be funny and the kids'd sure laugh When the deadpan jokes I told fell flat And I've never been more fine than I was with those goodbyes I grew older and my eyes turned green Told my father "See ya never" and I changed my name All he ever did was lash out and then deny Nothing's ever held more rage than his venom eyes And Ii've never felt more freedom than I did with that goodbye Saying goodbye is a strange old thing Just one word carries so much weight Putting the power in the hands of fate With every goodbye Said goodbye to the little girl crying in the corner Of a house that was caving in Said goodbye to all that walking in the darkness Thinking it'd never end Said goodbye to the helpless, boundless, reckless pain I thought I had to live in Saying goodbye is a strange old thing Just one word carries so much weight Putting the power in the hands of fate with every goodbye and I've never felt more pain than I did in forgetting and I've never felt more freedom than I did in forgetting Saying goodbye...

about

Kentucky’s Rhyan Sinclair is one of those rare songwriters who can simultaneously pay tribute to artists who inspire her and create something entirely new, within one song.

In 2018, she released her first solo full-length, Barnstormer, which spurred Saving Country Music to call Sinclair “a chute of new country music life rising from the soil.” Later in 2018, she released the holiday EP, Marshmallow World, which was featured on the Americana Music Association’s Holiday Playlist.

In the spring of 2022, this impressive new voice in country returns with Letters to Aliens, which continues the theme of a woman on a journey, but this time the vibe is cosmic, seventies-esque folk rock with whispers of traditional country.

“All of my roots show through in this music,” says Sinclair. “Sonically, it draws inspiration from all of my greatest influences. Lyrically, the songs address my lineage and pieces of my story that I haven’t really shared before. I feel like the narrative of this album is particularly empowered, even in the most vulnerable moments.”

Letters to Aliens is a band album that features Danny Flanigan on guitar, Jeff Binder on bass, Cary Shields on drums and Sinclair’s mom, Toni Karpinski on background vocals who comprise Sinclair’s band, the South 65. The band’s high-energy, joyful, musical camaraderie is at the forefront of Aliens and is an essential piece of the album’s signature sound.

“The recording process of this album felt like arriving at home,” says Sinclair. “It was the recording process I’d always dreamed of. It was a one hundred percent chill, respectful, safe space. We got to really tune out the world’s noise and tune into the energy of the songs. The band and I were super in sync. An idea would pop into my head and before I could say it, somebody would suggest the same thing I had in mind.”

Aliens opens with “Dragon Spirit,” as Sinclair embarks on a magical quest through the psyche, retracing the steps of her inner child and navigating self-awareness. Accompanied by soaring harmonies, gritty, punch-packing electric guitar and melodic bass lines, Sinclair makes a memorable and invigorated entrance.

One of the most notably impactful elements of Aliens is the personal nature of the lyrics. Sinclair has always found writing to be therapeutic and she describes Aliens as her most revealing and therapeutic album to date.

“I didn’t have ‘With Every Goodbye’ on the initial track list for the record, because of the personal nature of the lyrics. It deals, in part, with my biological father who passed away last year. I wouldn’t have felt comfortable or safe releasing it when he was alive. I threw that song at the band at the very end of the recording session one day and it just worked. It was a really cathartic experience, kind of a full-circle moment. It marked the beginning of taking back my personal power by telling the story that I’d never told.”

Reclaiming personal power seems to be a theme that is echoed throughout the record.

On “Interstate Sailors”, Sinclair casts out “submarine pirates” that lurk beneath the tide. “I think ‘Interstate Sailors’ is about reclaiming your power, in whatever way the listener wants to receive that. I don’t like to take away someone’s individual experience of a song by over-explaining my point of view. For me, when I wrote the song, it was about my career in music and reclaiming my identity, reassessing values. There’s always going to be someone out there trying to coax you out of sticking to your course, claiming their way is better. I wrote the song with the mentality of ‘I’m going to be over here, in this lane, sticking to my course, and you’ll be doing your thing over there. We can all coexist here. This is my ship and I can steer it in the direction I see fit.’ I think that can apply to a whole bunch of different areas of life,” Sinclair says.

The album has a timeless feel that would be just as relevant tucked between records by The Doobie Brothers, Joni Mitchell and Linda Ronstadt in the 70’s, on a mixtape with Tom Petty and The Pretenders in the 80’s or among recent work by Jason Isbell, Steve Earle or Brandi Carlile.

“This album is a documentation of my human experience,” says Sinclair. “My time capsule, my letter on a balloon, my story thus far. With any luck, these songs will reach others who feel a bit like outsiders, misfits…aliens. I hope that people listen to this record and feel like at least a few of the songs understand them. That’s always my goal. I hope it takes them on a journey, and maybe even inspires them to get a little closer to their inner child. I’ve found so much confidence and freedom in facing the traumas from my past and moving through them, instead of running from them like I did for a while. I can only hope that one of my songs could possibly inspire someone else to do the same, even in the smallest way.”

Look for the release of Letters to Aliens on March 4, 2022

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released March 4, 2022

Rhyan Sinclair - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Keys
Danny Flanigan - Electric Guitar, Background Vocals
Jeff Binder - Bass, Background Vocals
Cary Shields - Drums, Percussion
Toni Karpinski - Harmony Vocals, Flute

With Guests...
Fats Kaplin - Pedał Steel, Theremin, Fiddle, Mandolin
Ryan Allen - Organ, Keys (Tracks 1, 5 & 7)
Whitney Adams - Guest Vocals (Track 7)
Claire Kander - Guest Vocals (Track 7)

Produced by Rhyan Sinclair and Jason Groves
Engineered and mastered by Jason Groves at Sneak Attack Recording Co. in Lexington, KY

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