The Shot. The Push. The Shove.

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.

  • 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 you

    you 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 forget

    We 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
     

  • 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 heart

    No one could really know
    the way you’ve burdened me so
    there’s no use in trying 
    to bring it up again

    These 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 heart

    but the harder I tried
    the more elusive I would find
    you were always moving 
    farther out of range

    These 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 surrendered

    These 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 do

    Is 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 do

    Is sing something beautiful

  • 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.