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The Twelve Days of Butter – Day 9

May 27, 2014      

Today we see footage of HBR playing “Mountain Song” live in Seattle, shot with 6 GoPro cameras. To the right you can listen to the studio track.

Erik wrote this one specifically for the three singers of HBR. Here’s what he had to say about the song’s origins:

“Written in Innsbruck, Austria, a town of many bell-towers, while firmly in awe of both the enormity of the local peaks and the power of relationship. Neither is for the timid, and neither offers any but the most profound rewards.”

MOUNTAIN SONG       Erik Yates

The bells in the towers

the paces on the floor

Are counting down the hours

ʻTil I see you once more

So listen to them closely

Hear what they have to say

Theyʼll tell you every step I take

Brings me back your way


ʻCause Iʼve been up above the treeline,  Iʼve been covered up in snow

Iʼve had plenty of time for thinkinʼ about the way this thing should go

Iʼve been howlinʼ like an avalanche, Iʼve been pullin out my hair

Iʼve been up to the mountaintop, just to breathe the higher air

And it worked its way into my bones, when I let it fill my lungs

Now itʼs blowinʼ me back home, to the place that I come from


The morning stars were shininʼ as I left our tiny bed

But thunderclouds were gathering around my weary head

But thoughts of you came to me with every step I climbed

And among the talus and the scree I found my peace of mind

Now Iʼm flyinʼ down these mountain slopes like so many men before

Iʼm cryinʼ to the wind to push me faster towards your door


I’ve got this mountain song, I’m singing it to you

Cause sometimes doing wrong it the best that I can do

But when I do I know this song is gonna be right here

And there’s a place that I can go to sing it loud and clear

It’s up above the treeline, it’s covered up in snow

It’s the place the only thing a man can sing is what he knows

The Twelve Days of Butter – Day 8

May 25, 2014      

“The Crest” comes from our friends Justin and Katrina hiking the Pacific Crest Trail 2600 miles from Mexico to Canada. Inspiring stuff!

This song was the first the band learned together, and has become a workhorse for the band. In honor of our years together, band members past and present, and all the folks who have helped us live the dream, we put together a slideshow of photos from 2003-2014.

Set out on your chariot

at the first gleam of light

this morning keep the sun on your right

your limbs won’t feel fatigue,

if you don’t have the need

to bathe in the bath you left at home
Not to run away

Just to live a day

to carry my load on my back and walk

on the Crest running next to the sea

the Crest running next to the sea—
The granite is smooth

and it begs her to move

and slither and slip its sexy ways

The water is clear

and he wouldn’t know it was there

but for the shadows of the ripples on the ground


I sit here in the city

on this concrete-broken ground

and think of my friends ot the East

They share the same sunlight

and they sleep the same at night

and walk a simple path a simple way

and walk a simple path a simple way