Penguin Party

by Sarah Schonert

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Chrissie Caulfield I'm quite knocked flat by how good this album is. It's the whole package - interesting, well sung vocals; great arrangements; fabulous playing; interesting beats; lovely sound design. It's just captivating from beginning to end.
Rob Mellor
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Rob Mellor Strong melodies, with personal lyrics, unique production and instrumentation from a genuinely talented musician and songwriter. What's not to love? Favorite track: Queen of Panels.
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Astound Me 04:37
Did you, did you say something new? Are you worth listening to? Did you think I was someone you knew? Tell me why I should owl my head around. Drop my jaw. Come on astound me. I'm of mind that my soul is more than freight. Move the stars. Come on confound me. That's just, that’s just what I thought. You are caught in a lie. I’m not gonna bite.
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Oh for what you say. Did you even know the profundity? Words, words just fit, speaking to me of a tree with feet. Oh for what you do. I didn't know that's how jelly beans sing. You, with giant blues. The devil’s dimple is your own. Bring me the queen. I'll introduce you. Bring me the crown to place upon your head. Lay at my feet. I'll introduce you. Bow down to me. I'll place the crown upon your head. Oh gentle soul, with shark teeth and clever eyes. Wise beyond your years, speaking to me of a tree with feet. Oh simple heart with busy hands and a pencil. Draw me a flower in a marshmallow stick figure’s hand.
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Dutiful connections, stark lines, overhand reflections catch the light and I refuse to come down to be by your side. I'm queen of the panels. Don't get up. Stay right there. I'm building up an empire. Seems that nobody cares. Pyramids are dutiful blocks that I command. Single by intention. You dared teaching me the basics, standard fare. I care nothing for standing still for very long. Credible excuses, cut ties, rearranged institutions. I won't fight. You're right. I never seem to be sitting down.
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I sing myself melodically in circles. I'm exhausted jumping through your hurdles. I play it out, ring around the keys. I'm not stopping, but I might be scraping knees. Listen. Soak. Repeat. I hold myself to a higher standard, an empty throne and not a lot of fanfare. I’m floating here in my safety bubble. I'm looking down and trying to be humble.
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My favorite thing to throw and catch, hits like a tambourine in my hand. That sound like a mellow snare at the same time a hollow hi hat. But I can't think straight. Such a minor thing. Such a tiny piece of me, but it sums it up. Stop and focus on a little joy, a bit of interest in my wasteland. But I can’t think straight. I tear at my hair, pull at my shirt, head in my hands. And I can’t think straight. Oh I can’t think straight. Such a minor thing. A flash of color grabs attention. I think I want that in my hand. Bite into it and cherish the sound at the same time a sour taste. And I can't think straight.
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Glacier Dive 01:56
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Irrelevant 03:25
Is this signature bothering you? Is it a bit confused? Not quite sure what to make of it. It's like an elephant in the room. It's like an elephant in the room. Am I becoming irrelevant? Seems like we fight for years, fighting to be heard above the crowd. Seems like we fight for years, fighting to be seen yet wanting to be blended into the background. We’re so afraid of being irrelevant, we poke our heads out just far enough and ask the world, “Am I still relevant?” Well am I? Do these words shine like scales? Like sunlight on a thousand sails. If only that's what you’d make of them. If I could be so eloquent to your ears, like an elegant algorithm. Am I becoming irrelevant?
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You left me flailing, unintended. I get that, but you didn't try at all. Hello banana phone. There's static. Fantastic. Kicking hay up in your stall. You are why I sink to the bottom of this non-crystalline amorphous solid cylinder. So shove off or be here. Nothing is heavy. Your absence is absinthe poured into my bones. You think it's funny. I'm lapsing.You're laughing. It sounds so hollow. We had our capers, seem paltry. I'm salty. Looking back I appeared the fool. You got your favors. You're happy. I'm asking for the chances I afforded you.
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Packaging a group of lines, make a map of words to your eyes. Settling in black meridians, drawing a long, long sigh. Rest. Pull in the oxygen. Hold. Push it out and do it again. Frames are not like bird cages. Lights center you in a focused lens. You listening? You found my heartbeat. Which direction does my blood flow? You still awake? You’re lips are moving, saying, “through your veins into the shadows.” Keep me well within the lines. Colors bleed a bit in the shower. Hold me able bodied mimes. Drawing a long, long hour.
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I'm not here for your drama. You're not here for my lectures. I soliloquized all the way here in my car. I'm far from crazy. I ain't afraid of holding my own. I'm stabbing the curtains in hopes of sticking the pig that's been in your sheets. So get thee to a nunnery. I'm peeking round corners, behind the sofa. I'm paranoid or so you think. But get thee to a nunnery. Your sweet talk has turned sour. My dumb shock has fully worn off. I've suspended my last belief in your lies. I'm far from crazy. I ain't afraid of holding my own.

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released December 8, 2017

Written, performed, and recorded by Sarah Schonert*

*bass part of "Queen of Panels" written, performed, and recorded by Brett David

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Sarah Schonert Peoria, Illinois

Sarah Schonert is a Creative multi-instrumentalist & singer - writing, recording, and producing original pieces out of her home studio in Peoria, IL.

Her style is rooted in classical piano, supported by electronic vsts, loopers, ambient washes, carefully crafted arps, and assorted instruments she has collected over the years.

She gigs w/ her versatile looper, stage piano, & vocal effect pedals.
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