I have a grandmother on my father’s side of the family named Ethel, this is more a song for her than about her. I sing about a dark kind of love. The kind of love that can kill you if you don’t accept help or find a way to escape. The song also celebrates self-love and the importance of boundaries.
At first glance, The Adventures of Music Dave might read like an eccentric space odyssey starring a mop-wielding janitor with a talent for improvisational music
In an era where we’re bombarded with endless choices in every aspect of life, it’s easy to forget the real power of supporting independent artists.
The sign on the wall, read gun for hire We were standing there Because we had a flat tire There was fighting down the hall
She’s the star of my earliest memories Kiddy pools and catching bees Saying thank you and asking please Just because it was the right thing
If you could just see yourself Through my eyes If you could just see yourself Through my eyes Then you’d know Yes, you’d know You’d
I used to come home drunk every night Until Home wasn’t there I ended up broke lonesome I thought nobody could care A friend of
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