If this sounds like it was recorded in a single take on a $7 USB microphone, and then cheesy audacity reverb thrown in, that's because it was. The old guitar and its player are both on their last legs, but unpacking after a move it beckoned…

This is a rare happy song. It was first recorded 15 years ago, but the mix had the vocals way too low. I thought of it again yesterday after we had such a fine day enjoying the sun. This is the second attempt at getting through the whole song…

The smell of wine sweetly passes, bittered by her breath Those lies weaving twisted thoughts deep into your head That life is better traveled where no other thoughts have lead But life may live to deceive Curtain drawn, her hair let down…

You could not be faithful in the end You could not be faithful in the end I only asked for eternity, forever and again But you could not be faithful little friend Every sunrise to paint the mountain dew Every honesty Rembrandt ever drew…

Stumble across A crack in the sidewalk Jolted back to the dry city air I thought I was ready I hear myself crying Just get home before anyone stares Can't feel a thing except fingernails piercing skin Cover the wounds Try to fit in…

Trina Dova 2024 Carry Me Chorus: Oh Lord won't you Carry me Oh Lord Carry me Carry me, Carry me Until this season ends The hurting stops The disease ends Oh Lord Carry me Until My heart stops bleeding Until eternity Through…

This is a silly song I wrote 35 years ago for a crush. For some reason today felt like the day to record it. The way that mountains shape the horizon The way that lightning lights the sky The way that ice cream makes you shiver The way…

The smell of wine sweetly passes, bittered by her breath Those lies weaving twisted thoughts deep into your head That life is better traveled where no other thoughts have lead But life may live to deceive Curtain drawn, her hair let down…

You could not be faithful in the end You could not be faithful in the end I only asked for eternity, forever and again But you could not be faithful little friend Every sunrise to paint the mountain dew Every honesty Rembrandt ever drew…

Stumble across A crack in the sidewalk Jolted back to the dry city air I thought I was ready I hear myself crying Just get home before anyone stares Can't feel a thing except fingernails piercing skin Cover the wounds Try to fit in…