Late July

American Heartbreak

Cold Damn Vampires

The song was inspired by the sudden increase in emigration amongst young people in her hometown, something which is affecting all rural towns across Ireland. It takes the view of someone who is happy at home but feels the pressure of moving away as everyone they know has gone. Sometimes the grass isn’t always greener and it’s ok to be a homebird.

Homebird


The morning sun peeks through a frosty haze,  
As I pack my bags for those familiar days.  
A quilt of white drapes over fields so wide,  
With every mile closer, there’s joy in the ride.  


Cinnamon and pine dance in the air,  
I can almost hear laughter echo everywhere.  
From grandma's warm kitchen to the living room glow,  
This heart is alive on this journey through snow.


Oh, Thanksgiving through the snow,   
Where love shines brighter than the stars aglow.   
Uncles telling stories that make us all laugh,   
And cousins with secrets we’ll share on our path.   
In this cozy haven where memories flow,   
Nothing feels better than Thanksgiving through snow.

 
Auntie’s pies cooling on the old windowsill,   
While kids chase each other up and down the hill.   
We gather ‘round tables with hands intertwined,    
Each bite tells a story that’s forever enshrined.  


Warm hugs and soft smiles fill every space,    
We’re all woven together in this loving embrace.    
Through winter’s chill whispers and fireside glow,    
My heart finds its rhythm in Thanksgiving’s flow.


Oh, Thanksgiving through the snow,    
Where love shines brighter than the stars aglow.    
Uncles telling stories that make us all laugh,     
And cousins with secrets we’ll share on our path.     
In this cozy haven where memories flow,     
Nothing feels better than Thanksgiving through snow.

  
Time may keep passing like leaves from a tree—    
But these moments remind us of who we can be.    
So let’s raise a glass to family ties strong;    
In this fleeting season is where we belong.


Oh, Thanksgiving through the snow—    
Where love shines brighter than the stars aglow.    
Uncles telling stories that make us all laugh;     
And cousins with secrets we’ll share on our path.     
In this cozy haven where memories flow—      
Nothing feels better than Thanksgiving through snow.


So here’s to togetherness as candles flicker low;     
Let love be our compass wherever we go—      
For nothing feels warmer when winter winds blow—      
Than hearts full of gratitude on Thanksgiving through snow.

Codeine Pills (Part One)

Zach Bryan