I am absolutely thrilled to tell you that my new song "EIGHT" is out everywhere today!!!

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"Eight" is the 24th song (of 25) in my Atlas: Year Two series, and it's the 8th song in the Enneagramchapter - a song for each of the nine unique and beautiful Enneagram types.

If you identify as a type Eight, my hope is that this song honors you- that you feel respected through it. I hope that it underlines your gifts of strength and gentleness. You are remarkable and vibrant human beings and we need you. We need your muscle, your mercy, your invincibility and your vulnerability.

... or subscribe to the Official Atlas: Year Two playlist on Spotify!!


Wanna hear the birth story of "Eight"? Episode 17 of The Sleeping At Last Podcast is out NOW too, and it's to the brim with Eightness - I get to show you what/why/how these sounds and ideas became a song and talk about who these powerhouses of the Enneagram are. Joined by resident Enneagram expert (and type Eight), Chris Heuertz (buy his book!!) I'd be honored for you to give it a listen! And if you're up for it, please consider subscribing to the podcast!


Produced, Engineered & Performed by Sleeping At Last

My guest band: Chad O'Neal played Drums, David Hodges played Guitar, Wurlitzer, misc., Busbee played Trombones, Anya Gerber played Violins, Sara Maria Blanton played Violas & Daisy Klimala sang BGVs.

Type Eight "Fingerprint" Sounds from: 

Chris Heuertz - Car Ceiling, Basil, Lucky Penny on Moviepass
Jeremy Blume - Middle C, Bark
Roger Sandberg - Glass breaking, Sewing Machine mending 
Daisy Klimala - Coffee Shop
Susan Klimala - Heels
Michael Schneider - Coming home
Anna Davidson - Steaming Milk
Emily Davidson - Steps
Mark jr. Holstein - Children laughing
Jason Locy - "I'm not an Eight"
Scott Harrison - Piano and Pedal
Jeremy Courtney - Song of Praise, Airstrike in Mosul.
Suzanne MacDonald - Whistle

Mixed by John Goodmanson
Mastered by Jason Ward (Chicago Mastering Services)
Artwork by Elicia Edijanto (View Elicia's work)
Recorded at Challenger Studios in Illinois



i remember the minute.
it was like a switch was flipped-
i was just a kid who grew up strong enough
to pick this armor up
and suddenly it fit.

God, that was so long ago, long ago, long ago...
i was little, i was weak, perfectly naive
and i grew up too quick.

now you won’t see all that i have to lose
and all i've lost in the fight to protect it.
i won’t let you in. i swore never again-
i can't afford, no, i refuse to be rejected.

i want to break these bones 'til they're better.
i want to break them right and feel alive.
you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong-
my healing needed more than time.

when i see fragile things, helpless things, broken things,
i see the familiar.
i was little, i was weak, i was perfect too,
now i’m a broken mirror.

but i can't let you see all that i have to lose,
all i’ve lost in the fight to protect it.
i can't let you in- i swore never again.
i can't afford to let myself be blindsided.

i'm standing guard, i'm falling apart
and all i want is to trust you.
show me how to lay my sword down
for long enough to let you through.

here i am, pry me open.
what do you want to know?
i’m just a kid who grew up scared enough
to hold the door shut
and bury my innocence.
but here's a map, here's a shovel,
here’s my achilles' heel.

i’m all in, palms out, i’m at your mercy now and i'm ready to begin.
i am strong, i am strong, i am strong enough to let you in.

i’ll shake the ground with all my might,
i will pull my whole heart up to the surface.
for the innocent, for the vulnerable,
i'll show up on the front lines with a purpose.
and i’ll give all i have, i'll give my blood, i'll give my sweat-
an ocean of tears will spill for what is broken.
i’m shattered porcelain, glued back together again,
invincible like i've never been.