
About the Album
The Family Tree series is made up of four interconnected records.
The idea spawned from reading a pair of classics – “East of Eden” by Steinbeck and “100 Years of Solitude” by Garcia Marquez. I read them around the same time and I adored them both. Watching people's actions and family traits play out over multiple generations was fascinating to me. I thought about them for months afterwards. And then an idea struck me.
What would it be like to create a family saga in the medium of records?
This was back in 2008. The original plan was to create three short releases, maybe 7 or 8 songs a piece, that each represented a generation of a family. I assumed I’d spend about three years on the project. My estimation wasn’t even close. Once I started writing, it spiraled into an 8-year, 44-song behemoth.
I began by looking up genealogy charts, dating back about 200 years, and using the gaps in information to invent stories of who these people might have been. Since you’re often left with only birth and death records -- perhaps an obituary, if you are lucky -- there's plenty of space to speculate. I also wanted to incorporate magical realism, akin to what was woven throughout “100 Years of Solitude.” I’ve always loved small bits of fantasy or surrealism in stories.
I collected all my ideas into an assemblage of a family tree, borrowing from the visual diagrams I saw in those genealogy charts. Then the visuals gave me another idea. What if there were chord charts and harmonic choices related to the various branches? What if I treated components of music like genetics, letting them evolve a bit with each new family member? This concept was really exciting to me, and it gave the project a stronger sense of cohesion.
My last piece of organization was to show time passing via production choices. To implement this, I wrote a set of rules for each album. The Roots had five main songwriting tools: voices, piano, acoustic guitar, strings and small percussion. I wanted to focus on instruments that might have been in use around the time. The Branches introduced drums sets, electric guitars, and lots of metal sounds into the mix, hinting at the industrial revolution. And The Leaves allowed for synthesizers, drum machines and samples as a nod toward the modern age.
Between 2008 and 2010, I wrote over 60 songs for the project, sans lyrics. That felt overwhelming, so I whittled it down to about 40. I divided those tracks into the three main albums, and each record had a few songs that were written during the time of recording.
The Bastards is the exception. That record became a holding pen for the songs that were eventually removed from the main three albums. But not because I was unhappy with the results. I just couldn’t find a good spot for them in the track order and I like albums to have a certain flow.
The only major change that occurred over those eight years was during the recording of The Leaves. I’d been weaving personal stories into the series from the get-go, but never directly. I’ve historically written about my life in half-truths, or by removing all personal details so that the song is reduced to a general human experience. But events surrounding my family in 2015 were so overwhelming that I didn’t know what else to talk about and I started writing about where I personally come from. I had reserved most of the lyric writing until I was in the midst of recording each album, so the music on The Leaves had largely been sketched out, but the words had not.
So the saga came to a close in a very personal way, far smaller than intended. And instead of closure, I found myself just beginning to make sense of my own family tree. A road I only recently stopped wandering down so much, over a decade later.
Gray Skies
A short instrumental intro to the album.
Holy Branches
This song returns to Stone, now a man, still haunted by his childhood.
Stone lives alone at this point in his life, largely avoiding relationships. He passes the time through hard labor, choosing to exhaust himself physically when he can't control his mind, or the brother he now shares it with.
When Stone witnessed Severus's death during the song "Severus and Stone", it was during a liminal state. He unknowingly interrupted Severus in his passing and, through the link they shared as twins, Severus became trapped in Stone's mind instead. Two minds sharing one body.
Stone, thirty years later, still suffers from survivor's guilt. He believes that Severus should have carried on, not him. Severus was the smarter one, he'd tell anyone who'd listen. He would have known what to do with his life.
But this unrelenting guilt was precisely what was keeping Severus trapped, unable to pass on.
(The music video displays how Severus is helping his brother let go. By forcing Stone to sleepwalk, he uses their shared body to remove all reminders of him from their home. This is how Severus's diary gets buried behind the house, only to be discovered decades later by a new inhabitant see "Old Gemini" on The Leaves to continue this story)
To follow Stone's story ... See "We're On Our Way" from the album The Bastards
Holy Branches
When you were young
You'd bite your tongue
Calm, always did what you were told
Never ran your mouth
Lived life on tiptoes
Only felt peace if by yourself
Where mistakes don't count
There's a hole in your chest
From the time that you were born
One that don't get filled
'Cause you've always known
You're nothing they want
But everybody's bones are just holy branches
Cast from trees to cut patterns in the world
And in time we find some shelter
Spill our leaves and then sleep in the Earth
And when we're there we'll belong
'Cause the Earth don't give a damn if you're lost
Now I live alone
Work in the belly of machines
Wring my soot-black hands
And I don't sleep much
Days don't feel much different from the nights
With no goals in mind
There's a hole in my chest
From the time I walked away
One I fill with sweat
So, now I know I'm nothing they want
But everybody's bones are just holy branches
Ride the breeze to cut patterns in the earth
And in time we find some shelter
Spill our seeds and then wait for our turns
But for now we're adrift on the winds of discontent
Trying to carve our place
All in hopes we'll be something they want
But I ain't holding my breath
Trace your fingers down my spine
Make your home behind my eyes
Line my skull with harmless lies
I'll bide my time until I'm something they want
The Mute
Tom Carson, Victoria's neighbor from "The Moon is Down" and "The Dead Waltz", now has a child of his own.
Tom, despite his ever-present feelings for Victoria, eventually married another woman. He liked her well enough, but it was more of a practical choice than an impassioned one. A year after the wedding, she finally became pregnant. The pregnancy was a difficult one, nearly killing her in the end, so they never tried again.
The son, Phillip, was an easy child. He was self-content and rarely cried. In fact, he barely made any noise at all. At first, it felt like a blessing. But by the time he was a toddler, still silent as ever, they became concerned.
Phillip was mute, they learned. The doctors could find no reason for it. "The boy is obviously intelligent," they'd say. "Might be he just doesn't want to talk."
Tom was a guilty man, by nature. He often felt his son's muteness was a punishment for his loving another woman. Tom did right by his son in terms of keeping him fed and healthy, but he didn't know how to handle him otherwise. Adding to the situation was the wife's postpartum depression, which never really left her. The result was a functional but distant household, everyone performing their roles perfunctorily, largely avoiding each other.
Phillip, The Mute, inherited his father's penchant for guilt. To his young mind, his parents would be happy if only he weren't around. So he decides to run away, believing everyone would be happier if he weren't around.
(Note on the video: Tom is depicted as far more neglectful for dramatic tension, and the scenery is obviously modern and doesn't reflect the time period -- with budgets of a couple hundred dollars and a crew of volunteers, you have to make do)
To follow Tom's story ... See "We All Go The Same" from this same album
The Mute
Well, as a child I mostly spoke inside my head
I had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the dead
And they thought me broken, that my tongue was coated lead
But I just couldn't make my words make sense to them
If you only listen with your ears I can't get in
And I spent my evenings pullin' stars out of the sky
And I'd arrange them on the lawn where I would lie
And in the wind I'd taste the dreams of distant lives
And I would dress myself up in them through the night
While my folks would sleep in separate beds and wonder why
And through them days I was a ghost atop my chair
My dad considered me a cross he had to bear
And in my head I'd sing apologies and stare
As my mom would hang the clothes across the line
And she would try to keep the empty from her eyes
So, then one afternoon I dressed myself alone
I packed my pillowcase with everything I owned
And in my head I said goodbye, then I was gone
And I set out on the heels of the unknown
So my folks could have a new life of their own
And then maybe I could find someone
Who could hear the only words that I know
Reminders
Judah, from "A pound of Flesh" and "Ghost Towns", fathered a bastard son without ever knowing it.
Judah was always afraid to invest in relationships. He did meet a woman in his early thirties that he would have happily settled down with. He tried for a short stint, but in the end his anxiety pushed him back to a life on the road.
From that point on he relied on the services of prostitutes to take care of any carnal needs. By chance one of the women - one he could barely remember, even if you pressed him on it - got pregnant. She named her son Abel.
Abel grew up in a very unstable home. His mother did everything she could to raise him well, finding work as a waitress and claiming that Abel's father had died in an accident. But once her past as a prostitute was discovered they'd inevitably have to move. Abel took all the relocating hard. By the time he was a young man, he found himself saddled with trust issues similar to a father he'd never even met.
"Reminders" follows Abel walking away from the first person he'd ever dared to love.
To follow Abel's story ... See "From the Mouth of an Injured Head" from this same album
Reminders
I wish I had more nice things to say
But I was raised not to lie
I'm either honest, or I'm an optimist
But never both at the same time
And everyone knows the deal
Gotta take what you can
'Cause anything I don't steal
Just winds up in someone else's hands
There's only so much good a man can take
When he ain't so good himself
You remind me of what I could've been
But that reminder ain't much help
So it's better if you were on your way
If you were somewhere far from me
So you could dream I turned out well
And I, I could just go to sleep
I wish I had more nice things to say
But I was raised not to lie
I'm either honest, or I'm an optimist
But never both at the same time
Summer Skeletons
A song about the freedom Summer brings in our youth.
This song is narrated by Jim, son of Timothy, from the song "Mountains".
Jim loved his childhood. He was raised in the same house as his father, not far from the lake that Abigail danced on the surface of years before. The lake that everyone swore was haunted. Timothy was a good father. He was attentive and kind, and he genuinely enjoyed his children. Outside of small, typical family disputes, they were happy.
In this song, Jim reminisces about a day near the lake, spent doing all the things boys that age do, with his best friend Bailey. And in the second to last section, he briefly touches upon how something strange and wonderful happened that night.
They were sitting by the water, tossing stones in, when the cloud cover broke. Above them was the most spectacular meteor shower, shooting stars whizzing by, as many as ten at a time. And then, to their shock, the stars began landing right in front of them. Tiny balls of light, splashing and bobbing on the surface of the water.
Jim fell into a trance-state. He stood and began walking into the water, arm outstretched as though he were holding someone's hand. He remembered the water being warm, which the lake never was, and genuinely believing he'd be able to breathe under the surface just fine.
But just as his head went under, Bailey grabbed him by the collar and pulled him ashore. They never told anyone else about that night. It was their shared secret from that point on.
To follow Jim and Bailey's story ... See "Baptisms" from the album The Bastards
Summer Skeletons
We were sun-burned and shoeless kids
It was the dead of July
We were skipping stones in the failing light
I smelled the fireplace
Although we were miles away
We were infinite
There was no time in those days
When all we knew wasn't stolen
And there was nothing real to lose
When our heads were still simple
And we'd sleep beneath the moon
And you were something that would always be around
When regrets were nowhere to be found
Lost out among the trees
Our hands scraped the bark
You still had bloody knees
From your spill in the dark
We were both laughing then
While carving bad words in the wood
We had no need to speak
Night
Down by the shore
We were down by the shore
When the skies opened up
And all the stars fell into the lake
And the water was warm
Walked in over my head
But you pulled me out
By the collar of my shirt
Dirt in our ears, sun in our eyes
Shirts hung in rags, head in the clouds
Our fears had no teeth
Hearts were still blind
You barely talked and I didn't mind
The Crooked Kind
This is a song about trying to run from who you are, then coming to terms with it.
This track is narrated by Frederick, the son of Virgil from the song "Kin".
Frederick inherited the ability to hear his dead relatives from his father, so he didn't know life without it. His father was tortured by the gift, but he never minded. Up until he entered his school years.
He made the mistake of mentioning his "secret" to a girl he was smitten with. This earned him the nickname "Ghost Boy". He pretended that he'd been joking and eventually the name fell away, but the damage was done. His embarrassment for his family, and where he came from, only grew more pronounced.
But his little brother, Jonathan, inherited the same trait that he did. And unlike Frederick, he felt no shame about it. If anything, he liked speaking with his dead relatives. He'd often sit in the backyard and talk to their great grandmother. She eventually taught him how to make baskets and wreaths from the flora that surrounded their house, and she even showed him how to dance.
From watching his little brother, Frederick slowly came to terms with who he was. In time, he saw their oddness as good fortune, not just some curse he'd do anything to shed.
To follow this bloodline ... See "Secrets (Cellar Door)" from the album The Leaves
The Crooked Kind
I heard you tellin' lies
I heard you say you weren't born of our blood
I know we're the crooked kind
But you're crooked too, boy, and it shows
Some get dealt simple hands
Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn
But all folks are damaged goods
It ain't a talk of "if, " just one of "when" and "how"
So, collect your scars and wear them well
Your blood's as good an ink as any
Go scratch your name into the clouds
And pull 'em all down
The thunder plays it's drum
The air is heavy with the smell of storms
And I sit beside my brother and I feel him shake
As he laughs himself right back to sleep
And I'm laughin' with him
But I smell their blood
My finger's trace their faces in the wood
I hear their voices somewhere in my bones
I feel them sing along when I'm alone
When I'm not too frightened, that is when I know
That I'm here with everyone
They're never truly gone
I know it's everyone
And I hear their songs
Oh, I'm lost with everyone
Shadows dance around the room
I know their names
I carry their blood, too
They sing forgotten songs
But I know the words
They've been with me since I was born
As I grew I danced with them, too
Chains
Kyle, the reckless older brother from the song "Always Gold", writes his younger brother from prison.
He'd moved south, years before, chasing another scheme he believed would make him rich. He was too far from Kyle to visit easily, so he was unbound from the one person who'd ever kept him grounded.
It wasn't long before he fell in with the wrong crowd.
It started with a group of smugglers. While running with them, he met a man that referred to himself as "Dr. Everything", because there was no ailment he couldn't heal. Dr. Everything took a shining to Kyle, and eventually let him in on his secret. He didn't sell people medicine; he sold them whatever they wanted to hear. Hope, miracles, blame ... whatever they needed. The bottles of "do-nothing oils" he gave them were only because people wanted something physical to hold when parting with their money.
Kyle, always a competitive one, said he could sell twice as much as Dr. Nothing in the same amount of time. Within the month, he was booked in the local prison. It took him years to finally write Robert and admit what had happened.
It was in that light that he finally saw how much his little brother had always been there for him. He'd just found that gratitude a bit too late.
Chains
This started simple
Like it always does
With not much to lose
I thought I had control
That I could always walk away
If things turned bad
We were thick as thieves
'til I became the one
Who always went too far
And I couldn't hear you
Now here I stand
A pick in callused hands
As the sun beats down
Across my back
But in the end I'm lost
And I'll drag you down
Yeah, that's my cost
I'm glad you were my friend
Yeah, I'm glad you were my friend
Though I may never see you again
Yeah, I'm glad you were my friend
Yeah, I'm glad you were my friend
Though I may never see you again
But I'm glad you were my friend
Letters Home
Robert, the younger brother from Always Gold, gets one last letter from his oldest son, Christopher.
Christopher got the nickname "Chase" after his first time in battle. It was really coming down when they marched into position and the rain flooded his musket. He learned this just as he found himself face-to-face with a boy on the other side. So he dropped his gun and closed his eyes, accepting his fate.
But the boy didn't shoot. Instead, he dropped his gun and ran to follow this boy's story, see "Deserter's Song" from the Touch the Sky EP, and "Glory" from Ghost. Without thinking, Christopher ran after him. His comrades called him "Chase" from that point on, as a term of endearment.
Christopher was riding high on all the positive attention after that first skirmish. Fellow enlisted men would clap him on the back, saying things like "Wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of this one!" He was even more aggressive during the next battle, and his reputation grew. Internally, he was horrified by all the violence, and how every time they left camp, fewer and fewer men returned. So he focused on his reputation instead.
During his fifth skirmish, he went one step too far. Determined to be the first man on his side to take a shot, he dashed ahead of the front lines to take aim, in a spot where he knew everyone would see him. He was rewarded with a bullet to the abdomen.
This song follows him writing home from his hospital bed. It's uncertain if he will live or not. The surgeons removed the bullet successfully but were having far more trouble with the remaining infection.
He makes peace with his situation over the course of writing home one last time.
To follow Christopher's story ... See "Letters Home (Aftermath)" from the album The Bastards
Letters Home
So, I'm writing you this letter between rests
'Cause yesterday a bullet found my chest
And I don't got the energy to dress myself
And I can't walk without help
And I ...
I can't remember why I joined this war
And I can't tell you what we're fighting for
I guess I wasn't smart enough to see the game
And that no one's keeping score
And now, you would not believe the things I miss
It's all the little things that fill that list
Like playin' with the dogs
And helping father chop the wood behind the fence
Now I ...
I'm not sure if I'll see another day
The doctor said it could go either way
But I just wanted you to know:
No matter if I sink or fall
Or blink out in this hospital
That I'm alright
Yeah, I made peace with it all
Mistakes and all
Mistakes and all
Mistakes and all
Mistakes and all
Mistakes and all
From the Mouth of an Injured Head
Abel, from the song "Reminders", is suffering from a traumatic head injury.
He'd gotten a job doing construction in the nearest city. He'd never been given proper head protection and suffered a serious blow from a steel beam. The company he worked for paid for him to be moved to the nearby hospital, just outside of town. When he finally came to, he no longer knew who he was. He'd even lost his name.
This song follows him as he receives visits from the woman he'd distanced himself from in the song "Reminders". He doesn't remember her, but he finds great comfort in her presence. And slowly but surely, they develop a new relationship.
Devoid of all his former hangups, Abel finally leans into the woman he loves and doesn't pull away. That head injury winds up being his greatest gift, and despite his ongoing issues with balance and memory, they enjoy their remaining lives together.
To follow Abel's bloodline ... See "The Road to Nowhere" from the album The Leaves
From the Mouth of an Injured Head
Hold me against the floor
Use something to bind my hands
'Cause I don't know where I have been
And I don't know what I have seen
But the puzzle is carved into me
And I know that I miss you
But I don't even know your name
But when you're near me I feel okay
When you're near me I'm not ashamed
And the holes in my head ain't as plain
In my sleep, I can hear a voice
A call, a withering echo
And it sings, it sings all-knowing words
But ones I can't understand
Like running water slipping through my fingers
While I'm down near the window
I feel your hands as you bind my head
I'm watching birds through the open shades
I hear you wonder if I'm okay
Or if the cracks are too deep in my brain
In my dreams, I can hear a voice
A call, a withering echo
And it sings, it sings all-knowing words
But ones I can't understand
Here it goes again
But there's something missing
There's something lost in my head
Could you help me fix it?
Could you please come stitch me up?
'Cause I don't know how
Yeah, I don't know how
But the answers are buried in me
And I know that I miss you
But I don't even know your name
Southern Snow
Abigail, who danced on the lake in "The Dead Waltz", had three children.
Their names were Gabriel, Katelyn and Annabel, and all of them were abnormal.
Annabel is the sister who walks into the woods and is never seen by the family again. Katelyn was sent away as a teenager to live with their cousins after she was spotted in the mirrors of neighboring homes, even though she was nowhere nearby.
Gabriel is the narrator of this song. He shares an inside joke with his father, who knows all about the oddities within his wife and children. But instead of fearing them, he thinks they're wonderful and does whatever he can to provide protection.
Gabriel learned at a young age that he can affect the surrounding weather, for up to a couple miles. One day, his father asked asked if Gabriel could make it snow. He'd lived all his life in the south, and while he'd read about snow plenty of times, he'd never seen it with his own eyes.
Gabriel made it happen with little effort.
To follow Annabel's story ... See "Midnight" from the album The Leaves
To follow Katelyn's story ... See "Sisters" from the album The Bastards
To follow Gabriel's bloodline ... See "Secrets (Cellar Door)" from the album The Leaves
Southern Snow
It was the year my son was born
The same year my sis' walked into the woods
And was never seen again
I still call her name sometimes, just in case
The snows came at noon
And the sky was a bitter blue
Some were calling it a punishment from God
And my dad said:
"That's a strange thing to call the weather"
And we laughed together
The Gilded Hand
A sociopath with a fascination for the sciences begins experimenting on people.
He went by the name Artemis Tomb, but he was not christened that way. When he was expelled from medical school after too many ethics violations, he decided his birth name was simply too mundane. He chose the new one while forging his certifications.
He originally thought he'd become a surgeon -- something about that amount of control over a person's life appealed to him -- but there was a case study at university that changed the course of his life. A young girl was brought in with a genuinely fantastic abnormality. Though no one could explain how, she could cause objects to emit light, simply by touching them.
At first, discovering something so extraordinary enraged him. Why did this child possess something so unique? What made her so special? But another thought followed -- how many more like her might be out there?
Artemis decided to move to the big city to find out. Somewhere with more people, higher amounts of poverty, and lots of visitors. Within a year of moving, he acquired the funds to purchase a failing factory. On the surface, it produced materials for the railroads. In reality? It was a place to house runaways.
Once Artemis became aware of these strange genetic traits, he quickly found the category with the highest concentration of them. Runaways.
Many families were ashamed of their strange genetics. Children who showed such odd behaviors were often cast out. So Artemis built the illusion that he was running a labor-based orphanage, giving homes to those most in need. Many within the city even saluted his efforts. But those in the poorest neighborhoods spoke of him like the boogie man, a villain who would come steal you away in the middle of the night.
They all referred to him as "The Gilded Hand" on account of all the gold rings he liked to wear.
This song is from the point of view of the children he'd collected, those who never get to leave the factory anymore. At a time before labor laws made these kinds of practices illegal.
Artemis is loosely based on H. H. Holmes, from the novel "The Devil in the White City", by Erik Larson
To follow The Gilded Hand's story ... See "The Road to Nowhere" on the album The Leaves
The Gilded Hand
Open eyes
Adjusting to the dark
The growling of machinery
Can't say if it's night or day
And you know
Somewhere in there, you know
There will be a price to pay
Until all this goes away
So we walk
The empty halls
The dirty walls
We smear our names in them
Dirt we find
Beneath our nails
Can't be scrubbed
From our tired hands
Never clean
We're never clean
We're never clean
Walk the halls
Soot along the walls
Some will smear their names in it
While some just go away
And you know
Somewhere in there, you know
There's nothing here but surviving
Until something goes away
But through the cracks
In this machine
We see the light
We see the sun dissolve
And we feel
The pulse of life
A better life
On the other side
And we wait
And so we wait
And so we wait
Time is lost
Found cracks along our bones
This metal god is all I know
Now something's gone away
And you know
Somewhere in there, you know
Our blood's in the machinery
Our heart's in the machinery
And that's what went away
And that's what went away
And that's what went away
And that's what went away
And that's what went away
We All Go the Same
This is Tom Carson's final song.
At this point, Tom is an elderly man, and he lives alone. His wife left him years before. Tom didn't blame her, but to his surprise, he missed her. He'd given his heart to Victoria as a young man, and he'd always had trouble seeing past it. It wasn't until his own family sought greener pastures that he realized just how distant he'd been. He hoped they were well, wherever they were now.
Like the lyrics for "The Moon is Down", Tom never expressed any of these thoughts aloud. He penned the words for this song in his diary the day after Victoria's funeral. Then he went out on the lake they'd shared for most of their lives and sunk all of his thoughts to the muddy floor with the large, speckled rock that Victoria had always used to keep her front door open.
We All Go the Same
Well, some of us will be revered
And some forgotten
And some of us will sleep out in the rain
And some of us will die lonely
And others' in grace and warmth
But in the end we all go the same
And some of us will be worn down with time
And others' will be famous in their days
Some of us will be dreamers
While others' just fade away
But in the end we all leave the same
And some of us will take everything we can
And others' will just give it all away
And some of us will be beaten
While others' refuse to bend
But in the end we all go the same
And you will live your life full of fear
And I will live mine wishin' you were near
And you will pray to be stronger
And I won't pray at all
But either way we're both gonna fall