I vividly remember sitting in my white Jeep Cherokee in my high school parking lot when I first heard Chris Carrabba belt out “please send me anything but signals that are mixed cuz I can’t read your rolling eyes.” I was immediately hooked upon Chris’s first breath and down stroke of “Again I Go Unnoticed.” It was short, simple and driving. It was raw. It … Continue reading Honest Songs
When the mountains call your name I hope you think of me I hate the way this ended But it’s how its got to be When you burn that many bridges You learn how to sink or swim But I won’t be standing next to you When you burn em down again This bond is broken And will never be the same The words that … Continue reading “The Mountains Are Calling”
Call it women’s intuition Call it anything you want But self respect and dignity Were the first things that you lost I don’t need your point of reason You don’t have to say a word Close your lips, bite your tongue And save it for the birds Not a long way to fall Not a long way to fall Not a long way to fall, … Continue reading “Fall From Grace”
When God lets you down Left you alone and crying in the summer Makes you wonder why you even bother praying When God lets you down Brooklyn, Brooklyn don’t you fear Even when the Devils in your ear Bigger pictures aren’t always so clear Take comfort knowing that your God is near When God lets you down Brooklyn, Brooklyn don’t you cry Wipe away those … Continue reading When God Lets You Down
The tears in your eyes makes me want to change Makes me want to be a better man for someone like you The words on your lips make me feel ashamed Makes me rearrange everything for someone like you Well I’m not the man that I thought I would grow to be When I look into this mirror it’s not what I want to see … Continue reading “Chasing Light”
The desert’s cold tonight, the moon hangs high above me You grip my pillow tight and hum along while I sing You keep painting pictures, I keep writing songs About how I won’t miss her when I come back home They say the writings on the wall But you keep painting pictures, painting pictures All night long The City in the Pines, Hotel Monte Vista … Continue reading “Painting Pictures”
We set out. You can still smell the rain from the edge of town. We walk slowly and you turn to say, “But they don’t even know me.” They only judge what you have done. They will never know the pain you have been through, no. They only see a loaded gun, not a victim of a game you weren’t playing. Now there’s tattooed memories, … Continue reading “Halo” – American Dream Factory
From listening to Garth Brooks in my parents car as a child to purchasing my first Green Day cd to now writing my own music, I’ve always been obsessed with music. I honestly can’t remember a time in my life where I didn’t have a soundtrack. Like most young boys in the South, I grew up listening to the country music that my parents would … Continue reading American Dream Factory
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