Licuado

En Otra Vida

La Que Bateaste

YAKUSA

Hija de Papi

Ya No Se Llevan Serenatas

PICASSO

Over Thinkin'

Qué Puedo Perder

El Malo

Born in the shadow of a shuttered coal mine in southern West Virginia, Smokestack Holler is a four-piece band that channels the grit, grief, and ghostlight of the Appalachian soul. The group is made up of two brothers—Jesse and Caleb McCrae—whose harmonies carry the dust of generations; their sister, Mae McCrae, whose voice cuts like wild honeysuckle through fog; and their lifelong friend Elijah “Lige” Booker, a fiddler and banjoist whose playing conjures spirits from the holler and fire from the strings.

Raised on gospel, grit, and the sound of trains that no longer run, the band blends Appalachian folk, swamp blues, and mythic storytelling into a sound that’s both haunted and defiant. 

Whether playing bowed banjo under moonlight or howling harmonies in a one-room church, Smokestack Holler is a living elegy for a place that never stopped singing—even when the mines went dark.


I Wish I Was a Mole in the Ground

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A wistful, mystical ballad about a love that exists "between two clocks" — a connection that lives outside ordinary time. The narrator meets a lover at liminal places where past and future overlap, trading memory and midnight for a timeless bond. The song folds small, vivid scenes (cobbled streets, a seam of dawn and dusk, winter mornings) into a promise to preserve that love beyond calendars and loss. The mood is intimate, smoky, and quietly urgent; the arrangement builds from close, whispered verses to warm, choir-tinged choruses and a lyrical instrumental peak.

[Lyrics]

Intro

Verse 1  
I met you where the cobbles remembered rain  
A lantern held its breath between the lanes  
Your shadow walked across a midnight seam  
Where yesterday and tomorrow shared a dream

Pre Chorus  
And the hours folded like a paper crane  
Carried by a current without a name

Chorus  
Between two clocks we learned to keep our time  
A silver thread through every borrowed rhyme  
We stitched the seconds with a lover’s vow  
When the world forgets the when, we keep the how

Verse 2  
You spoke in languages the moon forgave  
Of shipwrecks turning rose within a grave  
Your fingers traced the map of old regrets  
Turning every loss into a place we met

Interlude

Verse 3  
There’s a doorway at the seam of dawn and dusk  
Where vows are written in the dust  
We met there once with pockets full of songs  
You taught me how the quiet sings along

Pre Chorus 2  
Time, a slow and crooked shoemaker’s hand  
Mends the edges where our fingers land

Chorus Reprise  
Between two clocks we learned to keep our time  
A silver thread through every borrowed rhyme  
We stitched the seconds with a lover’s vow  
When the world forgets the when, we keep the how

Bridge  
Not bound to calendars, nor sworn to dates  
We barter midnight for the dawn it creates  
If anyone should ask the hour we keep  
Tell them it’s the hour when the restless sleep

Instrumental

Verse 4  
When winter melts its signage off the street  
And strangers find the bench where lovers meet  
I’ll fold your name into the morning light  
And keep it safe beyond the reach of night

Chorus (softer)  
Between two clocks we learned to keep our time  
A silver thread through every borrowed rhyme  
We stitched the seconds with a lover’s vow  
When the world forgets the when, we keep the how

Reprise  
Between the tides of chances and of sins  
That is where our little story spins

Outro  
So go with the slow hands of the streetlight glow  
Where lovers know the places only lovers know

© 2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.

Between Two Clocks

Over Thinkin'

Adrian L Santos