Castle Pines

A woeful and morose dirge-like musical ostinato that builds to a hazy fog of warmth and fond memories, Castle Pines is a sleepy opus from indie band Castle Pines. Based off the real street where the band began and took its name in Corona, CA, Castle Pines takes cues from Americana and folk traditions to paint a lavishly painful picture of American youth facing the immediacy of tragedy and heartache. Referencing events like 9-11, the death of siblings, a mothers depression, poverty and existential dread, the lyrics use concrete examples and vague simile to draw a shaky yet accurate portrait of coming of age in the turbulence of modern America. Bleak context is cathartically turned into melancholic acceptance as the narrative accepts the past cannot be changed and the future must be confronted through vindication from personal adversity. Castle Pines is a tribute, an ode to a time long past. The band, throughout a decade of struggle, uses its titular song to convey their story with the powers of reflection and melancholy. Press Note from Band: “We have been performing some version of this song live since we started back in 2009. It has taken similar iterations but has always held this hazy recollection of the street ‘Castle Pines’ and all the things that went down. Our drummer Sterling was homeless for period of time, and I livedon and off the street, out of my car for a 2 year period as well. The idea of home for both of us was shattered, and the name of the band and having a safe place like our house on Castle Pines was therapy. I had a couple legal issues happening during this period, I was drugged and woke up in a jail cell, and through that I had developed an unhealthy drinking habit to cope, and really the only constructive thing I had was music and this core group of people. Castle Pines is the capstone of our story as a band, and it is’ both a sad chronicle of suffering and a bright start to better times ahead.” Castle Pines-Music Video Youtube: https://youtu.be/KBeAoCSJJYI Lyrics: Castle Pines Dad got work in a factory, my siblings died, maybe three Moved to a house on a hill Mama bled out and we ate pills Drank too much, pickled the brine Numb the thought rat race line Cutting our heads, hung by the spine Kosher kids, left behind. Simple life, hard to find, folks don't die, neighbors are kind. Lost our home, bright bomb war sewed our eyes by the door We were taking ten naps, we were in the kind Block party sleep, sleep all the time We were in relapse, bright like a dime Living in bliss, losing our minds Reading treasure maps, We were in our prime Block party sleep, we would sleep all the time In a potters field, they say Judas lost his mind Jesus Christ, I wanna be just fine wanna feel just fine Reading treasure maps, We were out on the crime of block party sleep, we would sleep all the time In a potters field, they say Judas lost his mind Oh Jesus Christ, I wanna be just fine wanna feel just fine We were reading God’s word, we were searching for the signs You say your “Folks don't lie” we were spilling our wine I miss my home, and I miss not lying