PBS's excellent playing, strong voice and meaningful lyrics pull together this truly unique album. Beneath the sounds of music you can tell there is a real person. It was hard to choose just one favorite track!
Favorite track: Season's Rest.
“Absolutely stunning... wonderful... startling and beautiful” – ‘Whispering’ Bob Harris, BBC Radio 2
“This isn’t merely indie folk music: Paper Beat Scissors is a genuine work of effortless art.” – Pop Matters
“Crabtree’s more than one to watch, he’s one to listen to, now.” – Americana UK
“…potent enough for an otherworld experience.” – CBC
to Halifax for convincing me to stay
to Nathan Sutherland for keeping me in the country
There are so many people without whom this album would not have been possible. So many who inspired, so many who worked on it, so many who just kept me going before, during and after. I want to give them their due, but there is far too little space here, so I've set up a page of the website to say a proper thank you. I am a lucky pup - thank you all.
Stealing nothing from something’s hands, I was blinding eyes bouncing off the sands
I was paid for
Look behind you and I’m not there. When you get to close you thin out the air
I was over my head
When you look at me as if you’ve never seen the wheels come off There’s cardboard filling spaces in the road
Turn the corner laughing as the sentiment explodes
Your gods have promised everything for you
I’m as sick of this as you are, it’s not simple scratches, not subtle scars, this is painful (they know we know)
Without meaning I burst through the clouds, I dried the soil out, I cracked the ground. Is this over?
Because you look at me as if you’ve never seen the wheels come off There’s cardboard filling spaces in the pavement, in the road
You turn the corner laughing as the sentiment explodes
Your gods are putting everything on you