I've been growing out my beard,
'It's full of shame, and just an ounce of fear
I've been reworking my hands
Into something strong, once again
For I was caught in a firestorm
In my soul, in my heavy heart
A voice pulled me from the dark,
Who…
I've been growing out my beard,
'It's full of shame, and just an ounce of fear
I've been reworking my hands
Into something strong, once again
For I was caught in a firestorm
In my soul, in my heavy heart
A voice pulled me from the dark,
Who…
The cupboards, of this old house
Don't close like they used to
And your mother, is just as old now
Wouldn't you say
The lanterns, you hung in your teeth when you were young,
Still light up the room
Yeah it's true,
If anything is true
I wish…
The cupboards, of this old house
Don't close like they used to
And your mother, is just as old now
Wouldn't you say
The lanterns, you hung in your teeth when you were young,
Still light up the room
Yeah it's true,
If anything is true
I wish…
I've been wracking my brain,
Tryin to figure out what to say
For days
So you be the gasoline,
I'll be the lit match
You be the fireplace,
I'll be the burning door-mats
Burn the house down baby,
Burn it to the ground
Burn the house…
Don't let it go, don't let it burn out so slow; like a bar of soap in your match-jar.
Cause even when things hurt the most, don't let it go.
And when the wick burns out, when your house remains a parsed kind of fall.
When the rambling chords…
Don't let it go, don't let it burn out so slow; like a bar of soap in your match-jar.
Cause even when things hurt the most, don't let it go.
And when the wick burns out, when your house remains a parsed kind of fall.
When the rambling chords…
This one's a grower. Took me a couple of listens.
Love how your guitar playing seems to be changing. I like the percussive guitar styles you've used as well (in fact, I've been trying to figure out how to use them myself - not much success yet!) so don't drop them altogether!
Back the car, down the boulevard
Right up on the beach
And when the sea, comes crashing in
You, won't hear a thing
There's dreams, painted above the waves
And their caps at your feet
With light-house on point, fisherman beyond
Blue and…
Back the car, down the boulevard
Right up on the beach
And when the sea, comes crashing in
You, won't hear a thing
There's dreams, painted above the waves
And their caps at your feet
With light-house on point, fisherman beyond
Blue and…
Let's buy decency,
And we'll stitch into the arms of our sweaters,
Cause I'm just a fool,
With an acoustic guitar, no shimmer.
I used to read books,
If they held my attention I still might.
The callous on my thumbs,
Say I stay up and…
Let's buy decency,
And we'll stitch into the arms of our sweaters,
Cause I'm just a fool,
With an acoustic guitar, no shimmer.
I used to read books,
If they held my attention I still might.
The callous on my thumbs,
Say I stay up and…
Let's buy decency,
And we'll stitch into the arms of our sweaters,
Cause I'm just a fool,
With an acoustic guitar, no shimmer.
I used to read books,
If they held my attention I still might.
The callous on my thumbs,
Say I stay up and…
Let's buy decency,
And we'll stitch into the arms of our sweaters,
Cause I'm just a fool,
With an acoustic guitar, no shimmer.
I used to read books,
If they held my attention I still might.
The callous on my thumbs,
Say I stay up and…
Oh,
Iron jaws, wrapped around my legs,
Try to gnaw, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Oh,
Fresh cut gauze, soaking lips,
Trying not to fall, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Silent pines, know my name
Even…
Oh,
Iron jaws, wrapped around my legs,
Try to gnaw, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Oh,
Fresh cut gauze, soaking lips,
Trying not to fall, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Silent pines, know my name
Even…
Oh,
Iron jaws, wrapped around my legs,
Try to gnaw, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Oh,
Fresh cut gauze, soaking lips,
Trying not to fall, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Silent pines, know my name
Even…
Oh,
Iron jaws, wrapped around my legs,
Try to gnaw, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Oh,
Fresh cut gauze, soaking lips,
Trying not to fall, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Silent pines, know my name
Even…
Oh,
Iron jaws, wrapped around my legs,
Try to gnaw, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Oh,
Fresh cut gauze, soaking lips,
Trying not to fall, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Silent pines, know my name
Even…
Oh,
Iron jaws, wrapped around my legs,
Try to gnaw, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Oh,
Fresh cut gauze, soaking lips,
Trying not to fall, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Silent pines, know my name
Even…
Oh,
Iron jaws, wrapped around my legs,
Try to gnaw, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Oh,
Fresh cut gauze, soaking lips,
Trying not to fall, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Silent pines, know my name
Even…
Another collab with Jip, with me adding the vibes, pad of the orient, flute and vocals.
From the original da da da da das before I came up with any lyrics, I wasn't happy with any of the melodies. This is the result of me getting bored with…
I got me a new mic and a pre-amp and I picked up the Jumbo Eko (I'll do this again when my fingertips have recovered). I tried to do finger picking when I was a teen, but didn't pursue it as it seemed like too much hard work at the time. Today…
Here we go.
This one started out one morning several weeks ago when the sun was still shining...
If it's as wet and dark as it is here, just close your eyes, I'm sure you can imagine it if you try hard enough...
Lollies, chips, and beer…
Very very cool instrumentation! I'm a sucker for water imagery as well, but love the references to current things (though James already said it). Awesome job.
Oh,
Iron jaws, wrapped around my legs,
Try to gnaw, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Oh,
Fresh cut gauze, soaking lips,
Trying not to fall, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Silent pines, know my name
Even…
So, I'll drink up, beautiful,
I'll leave bottles, up and down the coast,
When I get to that light house,
I'll burn it down, and laugh.
Skeletons rise up to meet me,
In a place where the waves touch the beach,
And hollowed bones, broken…
Comments on Will Stelter's stuff
Your words are inspiring and incredibly amazing. Keep it up :]
Nailed it.
Beautiful
Wonderful.
Well done.
nice soft guitar work.
This one's a grower. Took me a couple of listens. Love how your guitar playing seems to be changing. I like the percussive guitar styles you've used as well (in fact, I've been trying to figure out how to use them myself - not much success yet!) so don't drop them altogether!
Sweet song. love the natural nuance to your vocal.
A wonderful song. Love the "a crown and its frog"
Oh yes. Love it.
There's nothing quite like staying up and twiddling all night :) Great tune :)
Sweet tune.
great!
Cool tune.
Thank you all so much for the kind words! And comparisons to some awesome artists! Andrew - Good to hear I've gained another fan! :)
Very therapeutic indeed :)
Love your vocal. Song has a lonely but warm vibe. Nice artistic style.
Very tasty. Mrs R is a fan as well now.
You seem to be writing a bit happier and peaceful songs lately. Great job keep it up!!!
great voice, love the long pauses in the vocals
Comments made by Will Stelter
Love the layering of voices! And when the drums come in, perfect.
Very nice to listen to! Love the harmonies when they come in.
Love the clean guitar! Awesome.
Very very cool instrumentation! I'm a sucker for water imagery as well, but love the references to current things (though James already said it). Awesome job.
Thank you all so much for the kind words! And comparisons to some awesome artists! Andrew - Good to hear I've gained another fan! :)
Hey, thanks for the kind words. Took your suggestion, Andrew, and added a little on the end.