In The Quiet

The Way That We See

It Works

“Big Finish” is a song about never giving up. It’s a song about family and the influence they have on us. We all make our choices and we all make mistakes, but what matters is how we get up and finish the race. It’s not too late to follow through. In the wise words of my father, “Big finish. Make sure you finish strong.”

Lyrics: 

My father told me something I never forgot
And he tells me every time I play his favorite song
He says man you can mess up a lot
He says make sure you finish strong

Big big finish
Make sure you finish strong

My brother told me something I forget
And I keep trying to remember just the end
It went something about liquor and sweat
It said it’s your time and money to spend

Big big finish
Make sure you finish strong

My mother doesn’t have to say anything at all
One look from her and I am a stream
Laughing over rocks in the mud of fall
Drinking the light of the sunshine beam

Big big finish
Make sure you finish strong

Oh Big big finish
Make sure you finish strong
Yeah make sure you finish strong

Credits: 

Written and produced by Trevor Leonard
Mixed by Trevor Leonard
Mastered by Dave Downham at Gradwell House

Trevor Leonard - Vocals, Guitars, Piano, Bass
Katie Weissman - Cello
Will Blair - Drums
John Leonard - Trombone
Brooke Blair - Drum production

Kadylak Records
C+P 2023 Trevor Leonard

Links:
https://linktr.ee/trevorleonard 
https://tinyurl.com/BigFinishSpotify
https://tinyurl.com/BigFinishApple
https://tinyurl.com/BigFinishSoundcloud
https://tinyurl.com/BigFinishYoutube
https://trevorleonard.bandcamp.com
http://trevorleonard.com

Big Finish

Well, let’s see…. Glad you dropped by because you get to listen to some electric slide with some vocal harmonies. The lyrics come from a first draft of another song I recently wrote. They were ideas I had about war and peace, and the beliefs behind them. So now there are two different songs each unique in their own way. I remember way back when, going to a cemetery with my grandma and our family, to visit my grandfather’s grave. I was 10 and had my younger brother on my shoulders as him and I walked around reading the names on the gravestones out loud, and laughing, while making up our own funnier names using theirs… We were having a grand old time… My dad walked across the cemetery to get us. He was angry. He marched us over to this dank stone church, and told us to sit in there and not make a peep. When my grandma died, my parents planted a memorial dogwood tree in our yard. My other grandmother whispered to me, when I was still a kid… please don’t let them plant a tree for me when I die. I liked her. She told it as it is. No bullshit. Oh, that dogwood died shortly after it was planted. Well I got side-tracked from what I really wanted to say. Such is life. Hope you like the song, Mark

Lammbone's Album

Dead Flowers

Sitting in the breezeway....taking in some sun...feeling happy when a smile
walks by and just as sad when it walks
and cries
cause baby - ur a radiator
and here I've been huddled in the cold
yea
I can feel ur trauma burning
singing me a song...for the trauma in my soul
and for an eternity...no longer than a minute
we're the Blue whale and her calf...
echoing like a haunted spirit
coming in from the cold
O the moan of endless grievance
an anguish, no ear can hold
yea
like Fred and Ginger...we too become a tangle
where our grace may soon unfold
and I'm just sitting in this breezeway
napping with my eyes half shut
...taking in some sun
and today I'm feeling happy
my radiation steam-wrapping
got a shiver in my spine
and baby
my toes are tapping...I see that smile coming to me
from over a mile...gonna be a good day

A Good Day No Lie

What if we are endless...a loop on all repeat
doomed to do it over and over again
and what if the demi-gods are
collectors of misery
keep us on a nail above the table
unable to change a thing
O would we see
would we be forever
shackled to a moment in time
the same ole things burning in our minds
yea
could we place our palms upon that glass
bang upon the panes
would you recognize
our rain
our pain
would you finally free us at last
whoa OOOO
cause what if we are endless...a loop on all repeat
doomed to do it over and over and over again
overrun by aliens, running down the streets
frozen in the river of time
O yea...I'm in a demi-god collection
and I place my palms upon the glass
banging on the pane
while them gods pretend
while they're living in misdirection

DemiGod Collectors


 I saw myself in a MOTU cartoon
but I was tryin' to be John Carter on Barsoom
yea
...and my head has begun to spin
(how I wish it would stop...)
cause this cast of actors tryin' to take the lead
all their comments floodin my feed
and I'm about to bust and pop
out comes the gladiator...spin again...
it's the Master of Zen...flip the switch...
get the wicked witch
O  O  Oh...yea unh huh
O good god...take ur finger from my skin...lord, the things u been trippin'
the ghost
the hero
the fool...and what am I to do
yea
these aren't the faces of eve...the response u might get if u cage all my D's
nah...this face is a legion...an army and more...cause even a kindness has a face at it's core
and I'm ever changing
and I'm beginnin to spin
cause this cast of actors tryin' to take the lead - are the people I've been
but mostly, the ones that I need
O huhn
the ones that I need

A lot of pieces are connected in theme and msg 
**see Which Frankenstein in link below
https://on.soundcloud.com/o2zXxrQbvYP7m2RF7
https://www.bandlab.com/post/55dbe5e3-777b-ee11-9937-000d3a428574 

The Barsoom Blues

The_Barsoom_Blues

artist: petya konstantinova

 I had been wounded - a ghost bullet pierced my brain
by a vengeful spirit...as it sought my sin
if only I had known...found the smoke from
the barrel wrought
so u kept me drugged
and circling in my own thoughts
O yea
but I felt ur deceit
ur a soul SOUL thief
and Lord
there were times when I thought I had forgot u bore that tunnel through my
brain...grumbles now in thunder
where my anger rains
O
got my torches blazed...and I'm a gladiator in the rough
gonna have to be enuf
lil bit phoenix rising
lil bit hell boy and double O seven spy thing
a lil bit O Einstein and Michael Moore
but when I really need it
I'm the Hulk growling at my core
yea go ahead make me angry
O but I felt ur deceit
cause ur a Soul thief
circles in my thoughts...smoke from the barrel wrought
a vengeful spirit dancin on my brain
O
got my torches blazed...and I'm a gladiator in the rough
gonna have to be enuf

Soul Thief

In 2014, I recorded some demos for my producer and put them on a cd so we could decide what songs to choose to move forward with. I named this cd "songs for Michael" and it sat in car for months until I found the time to give it to him.  None of them made it past demo stage as I wrote new songs and we recorded them instead. Also included is a Cindy Lauper cover for good measure that I performed at my best friend's birthday party that year. I remember borrowing my friend Turi's vintage mic and locking myself in my room for days. I miss feeling like there was so much untapped potential. I miss being in a room with those boys, recording and making big plans. Time has past quickly but I hope to be back soon x

Small world

Mon Darling

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