Just fill this out and you'll be sent texts from us about what's new!

Wellll, since it's thanksgiving we figured this would be a good day for some announcements!
1) We would like to welcome Seth Titus to our band! He's an amazing drummer and a great dude. We're really excited to see where we can take Yearling with his help! Make sure you guys welcome him! Also, we're still on the bass hunt, but it's going well.
2) We will be leaving in a week to record new songs in Atlanta in a week with Zack Odom and Kenneth Mount! They are most known for the records they've made for Cartel, All Time Low, Every Avenue, Hit The Lights, Outkast, Ludacris, Jimmy Eat World, and tons of other amazing bands/artists.  We are STOKED to see what we can do with them! The new songs we are recording are the best we've ever written, and we're really proud to have this opportunity. We'll keep you guys updated as the recordings come along!
3) We'll be kicking the video blogs in full effect, starting with a new one we just made that  about Seth and doing demos and preproduction for the new songs to prepare to go into the studio with Zack and Ken. We'll try to keep it fresh for you guys and keep you updated on everything that's going on with us!

Soooo, there it is. We just want to stay thanks to all our fans and friends who have stuck by us through these tough times. You guys are amazing - each of you is truly a blessing. Happy Thanksgiving, and we hope you guys have an amazing day!!

Love,
S

We're on the hunt for a new drummer and bass player! Let us know if you're interested!
Here's what we're looking for:

Christian
Band/Tour Experience
Stage Presence
Flexible Job/Income that will allow for a lot of touring
Stoked about working hard for the band
Patient
Must live near us (winston salem, NC)
No drugs, tobacco
No excessive drinking
Not a turd (back by popular demand)
Singing Leads/Harmony ability is a big plus

DRUMMER
MUST be thoroughly comfortable with playing WELL to a click track

BASS
MUST play pick-style well

If you're interested send us a message and we'll have you learn a couple songs and come try out!


Thanks
Sid and Ryan

We're really sorry to let you guys know that Brian and Joey are leaving the band. We're heading home now from Salt Lake City and we're going to be home to audition for new members. We cannot express to you how grateful we are for all of your love and support, and we'll keep you posted as we get some new members. We will be back on tour again soon so please come see us then.
Keep us in your thoughts and prayers please.

Love,
Sid and Ryan

Hey All,

In case you didn't know, we have a NEW RECORD coming out on August 18, 2009!!!  Get a leg up on everyone by pre-ordering it from Tragic Hero Records' "Big Cartel" Webstore.  We have been working really hard on this album and are all VERY proud of how it turned out. 

The Tracklisting is as follows:

1.   Sleepwalker
2.   The Ghost of What Used to Be
3.   The Heartbeat Sound
4.   Fearless
5.   Caroline
6.   Me and The Weather
7.   Before I Met You
8.   Phoenix
9.   City Lights
10. Coming Clean

Click on the banner to pre-order!

Much Love,

Yearling

Soooo our new record is finished! The release date is August 18th, so everyone go buy ittttt when it comes out!

Our new myspace is almost done and will be up soon too! New pictures and everything!

andddddd...

NEW SONGS!!!!!

We're stoked. It's been too long.

June and July tours are being booked as we speak sooooo make sure you come see us when we come out your way! These dates will cover the east coast, southeast, and midwest.

Telll your friendssss!

Love,
S

Hey Everyone,

We've teamed up with our good friend and amazing photographer, Brett Arthur, to bring you a super fun contest! Head over to the 'My Photos' Album of our pictures and leave us your best caption on our pillow fight picture. All comments left outside of the photo comment section of the pillow fight picture will be omitted. The winner of the contest will receive a copy of our record The View From Here, a Yearling T-Shirt, and a poster signed by Yearling!! The contest will end at midnight on December 1st and the winner will be announced shortly after! While you're there feel free to check out our other new pictures and tell us what you think! Have fun and DON'T HOLD BACK!!!!

Love,

Yearling!

Hey Friends!

We have been featured as Yes!Weekly's band of the week this week!  If you live in the Winston/Greensboro, NC areas make sure to pick up a copy or read below.  Many thanks to Heather and Yes!Weekly.

Yearling Dudes.

 
Yearling hits the stage nonstop (08-06-2008)
By Heather MacIntyre
 
Yearling
Tragic Hero Records
Tommy LaCombe, owner of Tragic Hero, knew exactly what he was doing. and why. when he signed Yearling to his North Carolina record label (www.myspace.com/tragicherorecords).

Since the signatures hit paper, Yearling has been hitting stages nonstop, sent off on national tours and, recently, even further — Japan. Their 2007 release The View From Here came to the United States in May. With an unexpected response of praise and high demand, it continued out to the Asian markets later on in December (purchase it on itunes.com or www.smartpunk.com). Our state, even closer, our Triad, is known for a handful of homemade success stories — Yearling is no exception.

Based in Winston-Salem, these guys bring a lyrical dance of positive lyrics and close-knit friendship messages. After all, most of their musical career is based on friendship. Their favorite bands and those they've toured with are groups they've grown alongside in North Carolina over the last few years — not to mention members themselves stress the title of each other as "friends" above "band mates" since the beginning.

Mike Schroeder (drums) and Sid Menon (vocals, guitar) met in 6 th grade and immediately started a band — or as much of a band as you can muster at 11 years old. High school had hit by the time they came across Tony Collins (bass), and the three continued. Finally, college brought them to NC State University in Raleigh where they completed the group upon meeting guitarist George Hage, who originates from Charlotte.

Most scene regulars might recognize Menon from the North Carolina death metal band Glass Casket. If you're from the Triangle, you'll notice him working the sound at the Raleigh venue known as the Brewery (www.brewerync.com). Or, you might just remember him for his killer hair. But wherever you notice them, you notice the confidence.

It seems most bands today are too afraid to mention or group themselves into any specific area of music, in fear that criticism from that "grouping" may alter the perception of their listeners. Most bands I ask avoid answering this question, pair negativity with labeling or play it safe by grouping too many vague descriptive words into one answer. Though when the question was proposed for Yearling,
they answered simply and proudly, without explanation or disclosure: "rock pop." Pop rock, at first take, makes one immediately think of the negative conotation of "pop." Today, one of the smarter, longer-lasting trends of this genre is to put the "rock" before "pop" in the music making — something that Yearling has hit on the head. And Yearling's head-smashing abilities do not go unnoticed, as they've picked up many sponsors along the path to stardom. Some of their favorites: Ahpeele (www.ahpeele.bigcartel.com), and Cawaii (www.cawaiiclothing.com). You may notice a few other North Carolina bands on the site listed for this Japanese line. The busy bees have recently finished recording the rough draft of their next album, and have already begun the editing phase.

So how does the music come to be? Collins explained, "Usually Sid or George comes up with the riffs, and then Sid and Mike work out the arrangement. For other songs we work out the whole thing together at a practice, but this happens less often. Sid usually works on vocals and lyrics alone and writes his parts. After the song has been structured, we play with it a while and try to improve it, or scrap it if we decide it's not good enough for whatever reason." Whatever it is, the process works, and their devoted practicing and positive attitudes shine through their live show every time. "They are honestly one of the most genuinely charming, well-mannered and warm-hearted group of guys you'll ever meet," a fan swooned at their Saturday night show. There's a hometown concert coming up at the Harbor (www.myspace.com/ theharbornc) on Aug. 11 with My Epic (www. myspace.com/myepic), Harvard (www. myspace.com/Harvard), Love and Reverie (www.myspace.com/loveandreverie) and Greensboro's Tim Hooker (www.myspace.com/timhookermusic). Don't miss it.
www.yearlingmusic.com
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sorry this is so long overdue! But here are the lyrics to our songgggsss on The View From Here:)

KALEIDOSCOPE
In just the blink of an eye
kaleidoscopes of falling hopes arrive,
and they're waiting at the doors
of all the ones who replied,
open-eyed and quickly mezmerized
in thoughtful reconcile.
As I fall away
and everything you said tonight is mine,
in time, the radio might bring the rain
And in the November sky
the captive moment is slowly realized,
and sunlight has my side.
I watch the stars realign
the apparitional apple of my eye,
and i'm alive tonight.
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THE VIEW FROM HERE
I've got a view from here
that some would kill to see.
I'm waving out to them,
while they're staring back at me,
but here i'm all alone,
and my beating heart is a metronome.
I'm starving for a pulse,
a glimmer in my eye.
Everything is electric,
but I just can't seem to catch fire.
The stars are candelight
and the matchbook in your hand
looks so alive.
But, baby, don't you worry.
This will never change.
As sure as life, as sure as death
we'll stay the same.
So I won't worry one little bit,
and, weather, bring the rain,
because we'll watch the showers and 
darkest hours fade to gray.
Blinking L.E.D.s
from here, are all I see,
like here it's Sunday morning
and i'm staring at your Christmas tree,
where, like a child, i'd lie
to the sea of lights
brightly hiding the tangles
by which they survive.
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 HOLIDAY
He'll be waiting here forever,
in quiet unresolve,
as this letter turns to yellow
and slow the words dissolve.
You wanted all of this.
You asked for nothing more.
So here we sit
like puzzle pieces in a picture
that we don't fit.
It's 4AM awake
to the tune of lovers' give and take;
Sending letters far away
to addresses that have long been changed.
It's a gift without a holiday
"I can't remember better,
like a story told
of summertime adventure
and never growing old."
Can she stand the heartache?
He's a day late, and with the wind it's gone.
Pictures frame the hallways
and mantles on the fireplace 
like passion lets memory
postcard our scars to stars away.

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I, FLIGHT MACHINE
Sing aloud to the walls of your prison and hope that somebody listens.
Take a bow as the street lights flicker and the sand is growing quicker.
Close the door, miss another one open.
Safe inside, or go out into the fire.
All it takes is a leap of faith but you know
it was never like you to fly.
Something sounds. Like music it's falling.
Through the darkness it's calling you.
All around, casting your bright eyes
from the sunlight to midnight.
Closer, now, to the web and the spider,
as those same eyes grow brighter.
It's a ghost town in New York City
and you're the only one living.
Close the door and see the better one open.
Safe inside as you go out into the fire.
All it took was a leap of faith
because we both know
that it was always like you to try.
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SLOWDANCE
I hope my lungs can breathe you in
like the slow of winter drowns in everything.
I know it feels so innocent
to break the silence with the obvious.
All this shaking isn't waking me,
and all this taking isn't breaking me.
I'll be fast asleep until you see
all this shaking isn't waking me.
And though, the trees, they tell of this,
my lips won't speak the words too delicate.
This is our slowdance romance, so intimate,
so the rest is told in better form and fit.

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PICTURE PROSE
Matchbox empty, lock the door behind cold air advancing print in glass design.
A broken voice recording has her smile a story in picture prose.
She's lost her mind.
Armed with the catalog of dreams she's tried
to forge and to fashion all too great in size.
Praying for sleep it's getting too late tonight
to visit the photographic.
Lost in time,
Weekday waiting, frozen fading,
but will you ever find your color in the sky?
Stained glass pattern, singing Saturday,
bearing so much indiscretion in disguise.
Early alarm clock Monday by her side
with numbers and formulas to bid her rise.
She's locked in a reverie much to suprise
and charming the spells from within her melting eyes.
She's loosely tending happy endings.
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LOW EARTH ORBIT
While we fixated on the forest
tonight, i'll be walking through the brushfire
because here the dark means everything.
All I hope is that we're ready for it,
alone, a single voice without the chorus,
and here the words mean everything
I guess, yes I confess,
that i'm a child orphaned, abandoned,
here, waiting at your steps,
to come inside.
There's always a change,
it's never the same.
Spinning out of orbit faster.
Washed out in the wave.
Reaching for a suitcase
as we spin around.
As the cessation of the twilight
provides the telescope through which I untie
my illusions misapplied,
here I bisect a great divide
between the endeavors of a lifetime
and good intentions gone ary

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ARROW AND ARCHER
I see you clearly under the blanket you've drawn me out tonight.
Ascending the branches and crafting our chances while your stars deny our
plight.
Sailing half-masted, waiting to catch the wind.
Like nets and fish we fight.
Balancing paths and drawing out baths with spells we think will serve us
right.
We let fly all these things held inside
with strings that we pull,
we embrace, we deny.
Command me, i'm your orchestra.
We're archers. Our arrows weave,
our story's undone.
Each singing, each one ringing out.
Living like sirens and strumming the lyres with hands less delicate.
Faces forgotten, porcelain thoughts of friends in arrows out we send.
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PICTURESQUE
Grace arrives.
Sapphire breaks the night like a knife.
You were right, and all this time
the sun and the moon left to conspire
and redefine the sky.
Because here it's you and me.
All these dreams are lost to the sea.
A treasure chest of wayward hope, an ocean's keeping me afloat.
Reveries, my lost memories, and everything I thought i'd be is falling
in between you and me.
In between
the pen and the page is the part of me
that I might never see.
But, like ink, it seems
the words write the better part of me
while the rest leaves a distant dream.
Here it's you and me, a picturesque dichotomy, a melody in binary.
Here it's you and me as everyone comes out to see a vessel full of memory.
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LUNA
A pair of hands, in circles, chase,
on his leather band they race.
Shut-eyed as the minutes pass by.
But numbers never mind,
he'll dream in black and white.
Seconds, minutes, hours unwind,
and will you ever find
the points that made the line,
all the moments in time?
Days and weeks and months to strike through
as pages turn with you
and letters make the news.
If you can face the world this time
and take it all with salt and stride,
then you'll never wonder why.
Colors in between blue and red and green,
these which never show without light.
A thousand sheep above,
but little more in sight.
What is it you're wanting tonight,
and will you ever find
the points that made the line,
all the moments in time?
What have you gotten yourself into?
The time has come to try
and measure all of the days of your life.
You'll never wonder why.
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ATLANTIS
Singing neptunes, reaching fuller moons
as the heavens watch, jealous of you.
Slowly waiting.
Contemplating spinning off into envying you.
The window lends a view from panes afar.
Fires light the sky.
The dark looks so much brighter than the stars
as the comets fly.
Pictures that we've laid out today on the floor;
these things that take faith in the hopes we restore.
Old dreams are creeping their way in tonight
as the shivers fade.
It seems that the moon has brought more in than the moonlight
as the slivers play.
So breathe with me if a shooting star is nothing but a stone.
Around and around we go.
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BELLS
You, darling, always lied too well.
Great makeup, hey wake up
because brown and blue i'm back for you.
It seems so much that this cycle never seems to end.
I'm backburning, it's concering, but, fallen now, the hero asks how dry is
the well?
These shadows always had me tell a great story of how glory can send me back
to life intact.
I'm listening and your sonnet rhymes enough to sell,
but great poets, and you know it, would never sing one song too long and get
their lines wrong.
As you watch the sun swing faster,
and you paint your scene in alabaster,
now the ringing bells are singing after.
Are you wearing well or still disaster?
"Happy birthday."
This time I trust i'll know,
do all the things i'm shown,
begin it, end it slow,
give in, hold on, let go.
Hey pusher, puller can't you tell the rain is up?
Awake enough to know it's right, it's black, it's night,
it's comfortably right.
You honestly have served me well.
I'm past turning, it's all learning and forward, now, around, around to all
these new sounds.
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ALL OF YOU AND ALL OF ME
All of you and all of me,
everything that came between us,
whether good or whether bad,
permanent or fading fast,
is all that we will ever need.
It's more than we could ever see.
Through the haze,
we make our way
through the crushing
storm we face.
We find love.
We find pain.
As the swingset slowly rusts,
and the memory turns to dust,
we resound, we leap and bound,
and the toy is slow unwound,
and one day
we'll fly away.
Well as they say, and as we've found,
what goes up must come back down,
But you were more than just around,
and this was so much more than sound.
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PAINT THE SKY (Japan B-side)
Should I go sail the seven seas
and leave what peace I had behind me?
These leaves could blow away with ease
and spread their word about the bare trees.
The unknown is calling out to me
like this darkness follows oh so lightly.
These colors come and go with ease
while i'm just waiting here for lighting.
Time will find these colors fly
Baby, paint me different shades of gray.
Paint the sky today.
Maybe all we need is rain.
Time will find this foreign sky.
My colors fly.
My home goodbye.
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Love you babies

See you soon,
Sid