
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 Marquez. I read them around the same time and I adored them both. Watching decisions 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 thought I’d spend about three years total 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 250 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 on what their lives might have been like. 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. 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 tracks that were written during the time of recording.
The Bastards is the exception. That record is a holding pen for the songs that were eventually removed from the main 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’d reserved most of the lyric writing until I was in the midst of recording each album, so while the music on The Leaves had largely been sketched out, the words had not.
So the saga came to a close in a very personal way, and 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.
Names
A short intro to the album.
This one is directly connected to the following song, "A pound of Flesh."
Names
As the warmth of the sun leaves my back
And these bruise colored skies turn to black
None of these faces look the same
And not-a-one knows my name
Oh, I am a long way from home
This road is now my only friend
It welcomes me through straights and through bends
But no matter how long I stay
It'll never know my name
Oh, I am a long way from home
Yeah, I am a long way from home
A Pound of Flesh
Judah, William's oldest son, is walking home after murdering a man.
After suffering a slew of insults at a small summer festival, Judah swore that he'd get back at the offender. He didn't intend to kill him, but during their confrontation the man laughed in his face. Judah's temper got the best of him and before he knew it, the man was bleeding out in front of him, his left lung punctured by Judah's pocket knife.
Judah is now on the run from the murdered man's family, and the law in general. This song follows him returning home, one final time.
To follow Judah's story ... See "Ghost Towns" from this same album
A Pound of Flesh
My feet plow on
From light to dawn
My empty belly and my body aches
Ain't hard to take
Next to the weight I carry in my chest
A pound of flesh
Could never tip the scale that I've made
I should have stayed
But I was never wise
I hear your voices in the wind that cuts the night
And I pray to whatever is listening things will be alright
Oh, my boy, you're alive
Your heart's still beating
So don't you mind, don't you mind
We all drift sometimes
I can still hear your feet as you ran from the house
But knowing you won't be back,
Doesn't mean that I will stop waiting
You told me then: “Hold me down or hold me up to the fire,
But don't you dare hold me back.”
I see your faces in the clouds that scar the night
And I pray to whoever is listening things will be alright
Then today I wake up feeling easy,
And find I'm on the more familiar roads
I got a darkness wrapped inside me
But now it ain't so hard to let it go
So keep a candle burning in the window
I'm almost home
Family Portrait
The beginning of the Family Tree.
All songs in the Family Tree series stem from this one.
Narrated by William Northcote, "Family Portrait" tells the tale of his mother dying in childbirth, his father's breakdown and eventual demise, and the motherly role that his older sister, Victoria, stepped into at a young age.
William, like his father, was hot-headed and known for making rash, emotional decisions. He was charismatic and charming, quick to make friends and enemies alike. This theme continues throughout his family line.
Victoria, far too intelligent and peculiar for a woman of her time, was met with suspicion by those around her. She was quiet, pensive and unflappable. Many thought her some kind of witch, or someone not entirely of our world. As it happens, their suspicions were correct. Her bloodline is full of fantastic and seemingly impossible traits.
To follow William's story ... see "Black Eyes" from this same album
To follow Victoria's bloodline ... see "Severus and Stone" from this same album
Family Portrait
So we start with my father as a boy
Barely spoke a word of English
Fell in love from a distance
He watched her working from the back fence
He learned some words and some clever turns of phrase
From his father's book of poets
She wasn't taken in that instant
But grew impressed with his persistence
They met each other out by moonlight
Made love in the nearby woods
Then their folks became suspicious
When her cycle broke it settled it
Stole away without their goodbyes
Got married in a foreign town
Made their way as best as they could
Found jobs and settled down
And then time moved on
I was born in a river of blood
On sheets from the wedding day
The room was dark and the stench was thick
My father couldn't stand the smell of it
Mama died in the night
'Cause the nearest doctor couldn't stem the blood loss
Father cried out on the back porch
My sister held me at the neighbors' house
Oh my, there was a storm then
It was a flood of a different kind
Father's eyes were often vacant
But his hands were rarely quiet
Sister learned to take her hits well
Both from life and the physical kind
But I was never one to lie down
Despite who picked the fight
So we designed our hells
Father turned into a drinker
A dark bastard with a wooden heart
Sister learned to be a mother
Before she'd ever played another part
I became a little terror
I lashed out at whatever was around
Took some time before I settled
And found a mind that was somewhat sound
And as it always does
The time marched on
Six years later father died in the very same bedroom
Many said it was the grief that did it
I'd have to say it's 'cause he hung himself
To be honest, neither sister nor myself ever much regret his passing
But I admit it was a nice thing
To always know that we could feed ourselves
Black Eyes
William, the narrator from "Family Portrait", is now an adult.
The song enters with him waking up from a blackout. He's still very drunk when he realizes he's alone. The house is empty. He's consumed with rage when he realizes that his wife stole away in the middle of the night, their children in tow, a large bruise forming under her right eye from where he'd struck her earlier in the day.
At this point in his life, he's traded charisma and good looks for alcoholism and a black temper, and most of the townsfolk keep their distance - a mirror image of the father he so despised.
This song follows William as he storms around town, lit by nothing but a full moon, in an attempt to find his wife and set her straight.
To follow William's sons Robert and Kyle ... See "Always Gold" from this same album
To follow William's unborn son, Virgil ... See "Kin" from this same album
To follow William's daughter ... See the "All Is Well" pair of songs from the album The Bastards
Black Eyes
When you last left me
My blood was in a jar
And you kept it on your mantlepiece
I couldn't count on anyone
To stand there behind me
And keep the dogs
From dragging me off with them
While I slept, you crept in
And pulled the rug right out from under me
In the rain, you stole away
And took the parts that kept me functioning
Now my heart will be blacker than your eyes
When I'm through with you
And I said:
“This life ain't no love song.”
While I marched on blindly
And my knuckles dragged across the walls
And the birds up there mock me
And the scenery's turned wicked
And your name is trapped beneath my tongue
All of the roads are one now,
Each choice is the same
All the roads, they are one now
Each choice is the same
I won't show my hands now
I know this ain't a game
All the roads, they are one now
Each choice is …
Take a step, take another step
Take another step
Not a care for where they fall
You burned me, yeah, you've burned me
Yeah, you've burned me now
One too many times
My thoughts are the cold kind
I got storm clouds that are brewing behind my eyes
And my heart will be blacker than your eyes
When I'm through with you
Severus and Stone
"Don't you fear for me. I am where I'm supposed to be."
Victoria Northcote the older sister in "Family Portrait" had three children, all out of wedlock. The father is unknown; a blank space on all of their birth certificates. Vicoria never spoke of him, even to her children. She lived much of her life on the outskirts of town, near an enormous patch of woodland. She made her living as a seamstress.
Many considered her a witch, despite her friendly demeanor. People from the village often whispered that there never was a father, that her children had spawned from some unholy process. Many who perpetuated those rumors also donned her garments with a perverse sense of pride.
She first had twin boys, named Severus and Stone, when she was twenty-three years old. Years later she had a daughter named Abigail. Again, the father is unknown.
This particular song is narrated by Stone, where he recounts the story of his twin brother's passing during a particularly difficult winter.
(Click Here to read the short story that accompanies this song)
To follow Stone's story ... see "Holy Branches" on The Branches
Severus and Stone
All the trees stood like skeletons
Silhouettes of spilled ink
And the snows fell in sheets
And got wrapped around our feet
We built the fire evermore
With winter beating at the door
Brother's eyes were getting heavier
His bony hands cold and white
And I could hear his ragged breathing
Like the wind along a knife
There beside him through the night
In the hum of candlelight
I no longer felt the time
Brother woke just after midnight
And he didn't make a sound
And as he climbed from out of bed
With severed rings around his head
His feet didn't touch the ground
I could feel it then
A tiny miracle
So I followed him
Into the woods
Crossed beneath the trees
But only I left my prints in tow
He was afloat
Found a lonely tree
And tied himself within its limbs
And he said to me these words:
"Don't you fear for me,
I am where I'm supposed to be."
And when I woke he was gone
And I was wrapped in blankets on the lawn
The sky was blue and my skin matched the hue
And I could hear mother crying in your room
From here on out I wear this face for both of us
The Moon is Down
Victoria Northcote's closest neighbor was named Tom Carson.
Tom was a man of few words, as observant as he was private.
He grew up in the same town as Victoria, and he'd attended school with her and her brother, William. He was thirteen years old when he fell in love with her, but he never once told her, or anyone else, how he felt. Those that knew him were confused when he chose to build his home on the outskirts of town, but for him it was simple. He wanted to be close to Victoria.
The only evidence of his feelings lie hidden in the pages of a diary, that he tied to a rock and sunk to the bottom of a lake on the day she passed.
The lyrics of this song are from one of his lost diary entries.
To follow Tom's story ... See "The Dead Waltz" from this same album
The Moon is Down
There ain't no moon tonight
It's hard for me to see
But if I can catch a glimpse of you
It helps me feel at ease
It helps me sleep
All my life I've watched you dance along
To music that I can't hear
I ain't equipped to hear those songs
I like the way you talk about all the things you've seen
You make the world seem small for a time
Though it's still too big for me
All my life I've watched you dance along
To music that I can't hear
I ain't equipped to hear those songs
You were never at rest
You were always somewhere-bound
But as for me, I'm the simple kind
I'll live and die in this town
And I know my home ain't big enough
That it would only keep you down
And I'd hate to see you caged
So all that I ask
Is you come say hi when you're around
It ain't much
But it's good enough for me
Ghost Towns
Judah Northcote, from the songs "Names" and "A Pound of Flesh", had a debt to pay.
The family of the man he killed was out for revenge. They were much more connected than The Northcote's, and his father's reputation as a mean drunk didn't help matters. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree" was often thrown around whenever Judah was mentioned.
In order to keep his loved ones safe, Judah lived the majority of his life on the run. He changed his name often, worked in places where they didn't ask questions, and was so terrified of lasting connections that he often reminisced about where he came from in his quiet moments.
This song follows him as a young man, hopping trains and choking on regret.
To follow Judah's bloodline ... See "Reminders" from The Branches
Ghost Towns
I've got no need for open roads
'Cause all I own fits on my back
I see the world from rusted trains
And always know I won't be back
'Cause all my life
Is wrapped up in today
No past or future here
If I find my name's no good
I just fall out of line
But I miss you
But there's no comin' home
There's no comin' home
With a name like mine
I still think of you
But everyone knows
Yeah everyone knows
If you care, then let it go
I've seen more places than I can name
And over time they all start to look the same
But it ain't that truth we chase
No, it's the promise of a better place
But all this time
I've been chasin' down a lie
And I know it for what it is
But it beats the alternatives
So I'll take the lie
I still miss you
There's no goin' home
There's no goin' home
With a name like mine
I still dream of you
But everyone knows
Yeah everyone knows
If you care, then let it go
Kin
Virgil Northcote, third son of William from "Family Portrait", receives a blood transfusion from his cousin, Stone.
Virgil never met his father.
The reason his mother ran during the song "Black Eyes" was because she was pregnant. She hadn't told him yet. William's drinking was out of control and he was having trouble holding jobs. She didn't see a way they could afford another child, and he was growing increasingly violent as it was. She was afraid she'd lose the child if things kept escalating.
When Virgil was a teenager, he had a terrible accident while working on his uncle's farm. The doctor was able to save most of his hand, but the bleeding was considerable. He proposed a blood transfusion. The procedure was considered very experimental at the time, but Virgil would certainly die without it.
Stone, of the song "Severus and Stone", offered to be the donor seeing as he was the healthiest nearby relative. The transfusion was a success, to everyone's delight, but it had unintended consequences.
Since he was one of Victoria's children, Stone's blood was abnormal. Within a month of his recovery, Virgil began having what he called "auditory hallucinations." He was hearing his dead relatives all around him, sometimes clearly, sometimes not. He was tortured by the phenomena, but no amount of therapy or medicine ever made the voices stop.
This trait was eventually passed along to his offspring.
To follow Virgil's bloodline ... See "The Crooked Kind" from the album The Branches
Kin
Grandma's singing in the bedroom
It's a near forgotten lullaby
That she used to sing when I wasn't well
Father's outside chopping firewood
Like he did when he'd been drinking
Or when he and mom were at it again
Grandpa's rocking chair is rocking
I can hear the wood complaining
And the idle taps as he empties his pipe
I do my best to just ignore them
But the sound always finds me
Despite them being dead and gone
I hear them all the time
I hear them all the time
I hear them all the time
I hear them all the time
I hear you all the time
I feel you in my mind
I cannot sleep, but I'm tryin'
I hear you all the time
The Dead Waltz
Abigail, Victoria Northcote's only daughter, inherited a strange quality.
Their home was a roughly-hewn, three-room cabin on the shore of a lake. It was otherwise surrounded by woods.
When Abigail first started sleepwalking, around age six, she was always discovered outside. Victoria wasn't concerned at first. But on the fifth time it occurred, she found Abigail out on the lake, casually walking along the surface of the water, left arm extended as though she was holding someone's hand. Victoria rushed into the water and scooped up her daughter, both amazed and terrified. But her terror was pragmatic. She knew exactly what people would do to her if they caught wind of this.
Victoria spent the next day contemplating how to handle this discovery. Then she realized she had a genuine friend nearby whom she could trust. Tom Carson, the neighbor.
Tom believed her, and to Victoria's immense relief, he was not disturbed. He even helped her form a plan. Each night, before bed, Victoria would tie a bell to Abigail's ankle. Since the path to the lake went right past Tom's house, he would bring Abigail home if he ever heard the strange chime.
This song is narrated by Tom on the night when Abigail was found dancing on the lake. And he finally saw who, or what, she was out there with.
To follow Tom's story ... See "The Mute" from the album The Branches
To follow Abigail's bloodline ... See "Southern Snow" from the album The Branches
The Dead Waltz
I saw your daughter yesterday
As I was idle on the porch
She slept-walked from your house
down the walkway
As though she'd done it all before
And the moon was out
And in her gown beside the riverbed
She got down on her knees
And wrapped her long hair up
In vines and leaves and branches
And with the wind beneath her feet
Oh, she waltzed with the dead
And everything was bathed
In light white as milk
As the impossible began
She danced across the water's edge
But her feet, they didn't sink
As though she flew
I ran out in the water
With a lantern in my hand
I was waist deep and shivering
I took her wrist and walked her in
I was loathed to interrupt her
But I had to get her home
If people were to see this
They'd gather up, raise hell
And burn her alive
Don't you mind, don't you mind
She'll be fine
Tie a bell around her ankle
Before she lays down at night
And the sound of her footsteps
Will wake me in time
Don't you mind, don't you mind
I'll watch over her
As though she were mine
Always Gold
This song outlines the relationship between William Northcote's two sons, Robert and Kyle.
They were two of the children whisked away in the song "Black Eyes". William never saw his wife and kids again. He lived out the rest of his days alone, bitter and rarely sober.
The children were taken to live with their uncle, on their mother's side. He owned a farm and was glad for the extra hands. And more importantly for their mother, William was afraid of him.
But their father disappearing from their lives affected the Robert and Kyle in drastically different ways. Robert, the younger of the two, attached to his uncle. In time, he saw him as a father figure and credited him for his disposition. Kyle never did. Kyle had his father's temper, and he never forgave his mother for taking them away.
This song is narrated by Robert, as an adult. He grew to be a steady, kind and uncomplicated man. But his older brother remained rash and reckless, and Robert typically only saw him when he'd made a few too many mistakes.
But even knowing it was a lopsided relationship, Robert never complained. He loved his brother, flaws and all.
To follow Robert's bloodline ... See "Mountains" from this same album
To follow Kyle's story ... See "Chains" from the album The Branches
Always Gold
We were tight knit boys
Brothers in more than name
You would kill for me
And knew that I'd do the same
And it cut me sharp
Hearing you'd gone away
But everything goes away
Yeah everything goes awayBut I'm going to be here until I'm nothing
But bones in the ground
And I was there when you grew restless
Left in the dead of night
And I was there when three months later
You were standing in the door all beaten and tired
And I stepped aside
Everything goes away
Yeah everything goes away
But I'm gonna be here until I'm nothing
But bones in the ground
So quiet down
We were opposites at birth
I was steady as a hammer
No one worried 'cause they knew just where I'd be
And they said you were the crooked kind
And that you'd never have no worth
But you were always gold to me
And back when we were kids
We swore we knew the future
And our wits would take us half way 'round the world
But I never left this town
And you never saw New York
And we ain't ever cross the sea
But I am fine with where I am now
This home is home, and all that I need
But for you, this place is shame
But you can blame me when there's no one left to blame
Oh, I don't mind
All my life
I've never known where you've been
There were holes in you
The kind that I could not mend
And I heard you say
Right when you left that day
Does everything go away?
Yeah, everything goes away
But I'm going to be here 'til forever
So just call when you're around
Mountains
The record closes on a quiet night just before Christmas.
Robert, the narrator from "Always Gold", has a family of his own now. He hasn't seen or heard from his older brother, Kyle, in years. Virgil and he were never close, but once the voices started post blood transfusion, he rarely heard from him at all. No one did. Virgil was effectively a shut-in.
"Mountains" is told from the point of view of Timothy, Robert's youngest son. Christopher, the older of his two children, was home on military leave for the holiday. This is the last Christmas they'd spend together before Christopher is shot in service.
Robert's wife had succumbed to scarlet fever three years before, around this time. They'd all loved her dearly and her absence was cavernous. So Christmas was typically a hard time of year for the family.
All except for Timothy.
Every year, on Christmas Eve, he witnessed something spectacular. He could never decide if it was a dream or something stranger. But it all felt so fragile that he was afraid to ruin it, so he accepted it completely instead.
It began with a voice -- his mother's -- outside his window, in the middle of the night. He could hear her singing, as much the wind as anything human. But he knew it was her.
That first year he lit a candle and held it out the window, but no one was there. Some instinct told him to leave the light on the windowsill and climb under the bedsheets. Peering through them, hands spreading the cloth to remove any wrinkles, he suddenly saw her. Her image was faint, wavering like a reflection on the water, but she was there.
Every time this happened, Timothy would just watch her and listen until he finally fell asleep, as warm and safe as he'd ever felt.
To follow Christopher's story ... See "Letters Home" from the album The Branches
To follow Timothy's bloodline ... See "Summer Skeletons" from the album The Branches
Mountains
I was just a boy
My father seemed a mountain then
With a voice that could shake the seas
My mother's ghost hung across his shoulders
And he said she was still watching over me
My brother was home
Just returned on army leave
Told his stories with a distant stare
And as it snowed
The wind was howling through the trees
And I spent my night just listening by the fire
A hand smoothed the creases from my brow
Soft as a breath
Itched like a feather
I dreamed of a lonely voice that night
Quiet as death
Outside my window
It sang a sad and lovely tune
Clear as a bell
Soft as a shiver
It said, "I watch you all the time"
It said, "I watch you all the time"
Goodbye, bad thoughts
I'm safe under covers
So, goodbye, bad thoughts
'Cause I'm safe under covers
Now, I can see you again