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Sing Till You Die

by Yearbook Committee

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    18-track album in a matte recycled card sleeve. Comes polywrapped. Also includes immediate download of 18-track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
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      $12 USD


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  • YBC Birds & Elephant T-shirt

    We don't know what it means either. But it's neat. Shirts were designed and screenprinted by our very own Yearbook Committee member Jon DaCosta. 1-color black screenprint on soft-touch t-shirt. 100% ringspun cotton. Quite comfy.

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Lost my lover in the old churchyard.
Lost Souls 04:36
Soft spoken, you're hiding your teeth. Heart out and worn on your sleeve. Life's greatest moments cause anxiety . The look in your eyes made it hard to believe. Temptation brings reservation, Got to be good if its got your attention. You wait long enough things are bound to come up. For the soft to feel soft, the rough must get rough. Finally something good is happening to me One over the other lace up and get out I gotta get this job, I need this job. LISTEN TO ME! "How did you hear about our company?" "Any experience with factories?" "Yes sir." Nod, smile, shake his hand and leave. Finally something good is happening to me
Stand Up 01:56
Oh lord, Eleanor Cecilia Bailly — don't let them take the Ottawa out. Your hair, your fire, your brown skin all covered in black and white. I knew your mother, face like a prayer. They used to call her "the lily of the lakes." Now she's a Christian, but she still wears her hair tied up in a braid all hanging down her back. November 1841 you left all your suitors behind. They cried, Oh Eleanor, don't give it away! but you went off to marry the Lord. I knew your father, a strong-minded man, he traded furs up in Canada. Now he's a missionary but his hands still bear the scars of a pioneer. Mother Mary, so many sullen faces around. They don't know quite what to do with you. Delighted or indignant? they can't make up their mind so you go upstairs and shut the door. You were a lady, for whatever that's worth. They used to call you "the belle of Detroit." Now you're a mother who never gave birth and a nurturing hand is not foremost in your mind.
Backflip (free) 03:26
So come down from where you're falling apart 'Cause that's how songs are written. Breaking ceilings down, breaking ceilings down, that's how history is written. I whittle apart all the words I've ever said and I psych out my mind with all the words I've never read. There's not a whole lot in this world that I would rather do than sit on our front porch and sing pretty songs with you, 'cause that's how life is written. My soul leapt — it did a backflip.
Open my mouth, nothing comes out. Who left the light on in the church that night? No one came in. No one came out. Was it a sin to take back what was mine? We've got a history of ruining things. Walk in the dark, heavy in your heart. You left the light off thinking we'd never know. No one said yes, no one said no. We knew what we were getting in to. We've got a history of ruining things. We knew what we were getting in to.
In search of warmth, this beating heart: Dickens and Dostoevsky. Dishes pile in the sink while I sink into this atrophy. But you have got to get up, find some shoes come on, sit up! Even now, you're still around, even post-May, June, July. August was all lost, let's try and remember September. 'Cause we are both awake now, stumbling through the aches now.
The Weather 03:33
Watermelon (free) 02:55
As we pass nine years, By far the longest I've ever had. The night we met, on Halloween, I swear I felt you coming. We did not decide. You and I are like seasons overlapping. You and I are alike. You and I are like seasons overlapping. We were nineteen, young and happy. We didn't see it coming. These pictures don't talk, the traveling we've done. We didn't see it coming. We did not decide. You and I are like seasons overlapping. You and I are alike. You and I are like seasons overlapping.
Tall Trees 03:21
We are tall trees. We all look the same until the fall comes, then our true colors show: red orange and yellow! Then, we all die, but just for now. Winding road, loud rain on the roof and cold wind thunder. Then comes a telegraph, phone call, smoke signals: proof of mortality and three words. We are tall trees. We are so vibrant until the snow falls. Then we all look the same: birch bark, bones, branches, skin, muscle and leaves. (Ours just for now.) Once inside a warm house we forget how cold we were but then comes a note tied to a rock through the window: bitter reminder and three words.
Head Up High 03:08
Misplaced thoughts, I haven't forgot That time, that time we all got caught. Sitting in the middle of your floor, As we watched the door. No one was really sure what they were here for. Impaired defense, trying to remember it The next day, next day we all got paid No one really had a clue. No one really had a clue. We could have laughed all night. We saw that car drive by. We could have laughed all night. Hide the tears, you haven't seen them in years Then a picture of your son, circa 1991 Well you left him on his own, only 15 years grown. It's ALL your fault. ITS ALL YOUR FAULT. We could have laughed all night. We saw that car drive by. We could have laughed all night.
Seven Years 01:56
I thought I saw, in the shape of a cloud, your face but by the time twenty seconds had passed, it no longer resembled you at all. I haven't seen in you in seven years and your cells are not familiar to me; I cannot recognize a single one. You've changed — Just pay attention to the rate of retention and time is passing away. While driving through old trees, I saw my name carved in the bark. It was all grown over — it had been done many years ago. Under your bed, you found a box full of pictures of yourself. You were laughing with people you've never known in places you've never seen. You've changed, and I don't know why the years just go by and time is passing away.


The first full-length album release from Yearbook Committee. Featuring Christina Blust, Jon DaCosta, Travis Dillon, David Goodier, Brad Lone, and Rachel Rasley. With the additional musical stylings of Jimmy Rinehart, John Murray, Eric Rasley, Jess DaCosta, and Mike Myers.


released March 4, 2011

All songs written, performed, recorded and produced by Yearbook Committee. Recorded at IE:Studios and the Verve. Engineered by Jon DaCosta. Final mastering by Don Arney at Quantum Music Production. Album design by Christina Blust/Blustery Day Design. Art in homage to cover art of an undated edition of Standard Classics for Guitar, arranged and selected by William Urai.


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Yearbook Committee Terre Haute

We all sing. You will too.

SXSW Official Showcasing Artist, 2011 & 2012. We play all kinds of instruments, with varying degrees of skill. We enjoy ourselves. We like each other. High five.

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