Recorded in 3 days in the apartment I used to share with Sean, I took the songs left from the ashes of my band Starline Drive, and all of the instruments I could play and cut this record. With no team and no band, I played all of the parts, and did all of the packaging and design. Carefully arranged acoustic music, laid-back with a groove and a mission. I call it Appalachian Soul. When I moved to Nashville in 2011, I brought this EP. I wrote all of the songs, I played all of the parts. Now, I am preparing to release my debut full-length record, "Blame The Miles Between," but I need your help to get it ready. I'm doing a Kickstarter campaign to raise $5,000 toward the release of this record. The link is below, and I hope you will check it out and consider joining me in sharing this record.
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I Won't Worry
Roll the windows down,
I want to hear the groan of the wind
blowing through the trees.Can you hear the sound?
April songs of summer dreams
escaping with the green.But, if we can catch the fading color
falling from the trees
turning the leaves to brown,
we'll keep it warm between our hands
and give it time to grow,
and those January nights
won't seem so dark.And I won't worry
I won't worry
I won't worry 'bout the change,
'cause there's no hurry,
baby don't you worry,
we can take our time;
we can take it slow.Winter nights when the wind howls
through bare and snowy branches
and the moon lights up the frost
on the window pane,we can follow that color of fall in love,
sowing our dreams in the wintertime:
just put your hand to mine.Palm to palm we shape the leaves
and the roots form beneath
of our fingers intertwined
where two branches will lead
to two pairs of prayerful leaves
and the whisper in the spring,
if you listen...by the summer says...
I won't worry
I won't worry
I won't worry 'bout the change,
'cause there's no hurry,
baby don't you worry,
we can take our time;
we can take it slow.
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By The Hour
It came to me without warning
as dreams will often do
left me blindly here a standing
now I haven’t got a clue
what to do
without youyou were leaning on the doorframe
I was sitting on the bed
and I turned around,
afraid you would walk away
and this is what you said
it wrecked my head
I can’t forgetWe should have written letters by the hour
I never meant to do you harm
but I was so, I was so, I was so naive
I couldn’t believe the thought
that you might want me, too
now I finally see
the truth of what
you said to me
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The Shot. The Push. The Shove.
There’s no song that can soothe me
no words that I can find
that can bring me peace
in the midst of a broken heartNo one could really know
the way you’ve burdened me so
there’s no use in trying
to bring it up againThese are the last words I want you to hear
barely loud enough to make it to your ear
“…am in…with…"I spent many dark nights
with an arrow by my side
trying to draw my bow
to pierce your heartbut the harder I tried
the more elusive I would find
you were always moving
farther out of rangeThese are the last words I want you to hear
barely loud enough to make it to your ear
“…am in…with…"In this battle of love
I’ve been the shot, the push, the shove
you were always retreating
I swore I wouldn’t give up hope
until I gave it all I had
penned my heart behind your walls
til I surrenderedThese are the last words I want you to hear
barely loud enough to make it to your ear
“…am in…with…" -
Sing Something Beautiful
I guess I misunderstood your invitation.
I guess I saw what I wanted to see.
I guess I was a fool to see you that way.
I guess I dream too easily.Thought I was seeing signs in the day to day:
the Almighty trailing breadcrumbs
just to lead my thoughts to you.
Well, I need no reminders
to keep you in my dreams –
It's my daily prayer
oh, to see you there.I'm not gonna ask you to explain a thing to me
I don't wanna hear your reasoning.
Though I would love just to hold you in my arms,
all I want you to doIs sing something beautiful
There are just some things that are unforgettable:
a kiss that can build a dream
like an unchained melody.
I'm in a ring of fire
and I just won't let it be:
like a rolling stone, may you never be alone.Your lips speak poetry to the air you breathe
Your voice always carries a melody.
Though I would love to know
what your lips feel like on mine,
all I want them to doIs sing something beautiful
