Letters From an Expatriate (live EP)

by Robert Deeble

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  • Box set of all CD albums in original packaging + various single downloads & poster art. Includes out of print CDs not available elsewhere.

    • BELOVED (ltd edition digipack)
    • Heart Like Feathers (ltd edition book bind)
    • This Bar Has No One Left *(out of print except in box sets)
    • Thirteen Stories
    • Earthside Down *(out of print except in box sets)
    • Days Like These *(out of print except in box sets)

    • Bad Time For Love
    • Boots of Spanish Leather
    • Veni Emmanuel
    • Me I'm from LA Where Nothing is Sacred (Live EP)
    • The Motorcycle EP
    • Letters From an Expatriate (Live EP)

    + Collection of poster art & flyers from 1990-Present
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    note: several of these albums in their original packaging are considered rare and hard to find. We have seen some of these releases on Amazon and Ebay go for high dollar amounts. All box sets include original packaging for Days Like These (Innocent Media re-releasd this album w/censored art & no fly sheet). Some boxes include the original This Bar EP in blue letterpress (others w/ silkscreen vsn).
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  • * BONUS FILM: "Hearing Voices" (Youtube)

THE COLORS OF DYING Black heart a hollow vexing
 Long dark road in the fall of longing
 A clipped wing crow a siren's calling
 Black heart 
 a hollow vexing
 Solitary bird that flies at night, death of autumn leaves now taking flight

 Silver moon
 the light comes piercing
 Steel bright blue, like a scalpel's wounding

 The thought of you, in the light of morning
 Autumn hues in the colors of dying
 My heart a solitary bird that flies at night
 Break this darkened will until it bleeds some light

Second round before the count, the gloves went off, we both went down. 
 Blindsided by the distance you were just in reach. 
 I watched the towers fall on your TV. Stumbling Hands and burning eyes, we hold our own, then compromise I just want to begin again, I just want to live in our own skin. I think it’s kind of strange, we get so close we get estranged. We get so close, we get estranged.
 Forty days and forty nights, 
Noah watched the river rise. You flood again, I go for wood, all our years misunderstood.

 We get so close we get estranged. **

 Walk into mass , the ceilings high with loftiness and lowered eyes. The sound of choirs, a slow caress, covers wounds my heart has dressed. A Lover's quarrel, all in duress, I fold my arms for Eucharist We fell in love - we got enmeshed, bless me father I'm a mess....
 Bless me father I'm a mess. from Heart Like Feathers (Ltd. Edition), released 10 April 2013
HEART LIKE FEATHERS Everybody’s running to the sound of a burning light are you with me? Lovers in the arms of another sleepless night can you save me? come on save me… Caged bird singing like a prophetess; artful and tragic Behind the wire lines of all our complex points of logic And he woke up tired of dying A shame of self not living in God-given skin My mind holds this building together; tassel to tether Salvation comes like a wrecking ball in a plume of dust and a heart like feathers A heart like feathers from Heart Like Feathers (Ltd. Edition), released 10 April 2013
The days spread out like the miles between us A light goes out on the dash board horizon Midnight calls from old pool halls where you talk over shout these are the days jack never wrote about Nashville ain't the place to play on a sunday... how was I to know with the agent from ohio and me, I’m from l.a. where nothing is sacred Busted and broke stuck drinking coca cola for stout these are the days jack never warned about Followed eighteen wheels west until — the day ends one gave their blind spot for the wind Pull in between the giants that dream of cargo en route these are the days jack never wrote about from Thirteen Stories, released 01 January 2004
blame it on the satellites damn the rocket ships you shot em way too high like little graven images if you draw me into light with all the clamor of your kiss it leave me downward spiraling with all my fears and fragile moments it's never what you want i’m always earthside down it brings you down… you crave convention in a sound bite never mind the prophets at your door you want a motorcycle ride it's never what you want i’m always earthside down it brings you down… from Earthside Down, released 01 January 1999
Inspired by Dostoevsky‘s “The Brothers Karamazov” lyrics In the evening she kisses the earth as she kneels down to pray And her sorrows are all that are pure as silence becomes language He is a man bent on his rage with the passion that burns him too close to the skin A flame that ignites to a brilliant mistake and his conscience is all that is left there without stain I am Alyosha in a room full of souls give me your sorrow i’ll give you my hope faith, love, longing and joy and i'll be your angel with with the face of a boy The sins of the father run blood red with wine "Grushenka my darling" the old man still cries Brother you murdered your soul with your mind dissect all the parts to the whole where the whole leaves you blind And I am Alyosha in a room full of souls give me your sorrow i will give you my joy there is not one that heaven can't hold and i'll be your angel in earth colored clothes Who by fate or fire's dim light took from Karamazov the end of his life? * There by the end of the rope the son of a sensualist by idiot's birth from Thirteen Stories, released 01 January 2004 (*original lyrical content= There by the rope hangs the end of his curse the son of a sensualist by idiot's birth)
Under thick walls of skin and all its allure you betrayed yourself in an unguarded moment Now we are lost searching the ground for something A life within loss like words without sound Blessed are the poor, the mourners, the meek all of us whores losers and freaks Junkyard beautifully still All of your life, love, hopes, dreams, thrills forever sleep there beneath a cruel indifference from Earthside Down, released 01 January 1999


Recorded live, July 10, 2013, at The Compound Studio in Long Beach California (Deeble's former hometown). Featured on this performance are the original studio players from Deeble's 1998 "Earthside Down" album who joined him for one date during his solo tour supporting Heart LIke Feathers. Proceeds from this release help to benefit The Compound Studio.


released December 14, 2013

Robert Deeble - Guitars, Piano, Vocals
Lilli De La Mora - Vocals
Antoine Arvizu - Drums
Greg Coates - Bass


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Robert Deeble Seattle, Washington

"Beautiful music for the sake of beautiful music" Seattle Weekly

"Deeble's authentic lyrics, along with stunning instrumental arrangements, make this album one of his strongest"
Performer Mag

"Few of his albums are more intimately honest than Heart like Feathers..." Stereo Inversion

"I'm not sure I'd want to start rowing toward a deserted island without it." BLURT (9 out of 10 Stars)
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