Cover of Landslide originally by Fleetwood Mac

landslide - fleetwood mac (cover)

Autumnal (2024) Anthology CD5 Track 01

"A New Day" is here! Be sure to check out the project on YouTube (KateStantonSings).
I asked the Indie Music Community to send me their sunrise and sunset photos—and they delivered--from every continent! Including Antarctica (thank you, John Rowley!!). This song is a love letter to fresh starts and shared skies.
Written & co-produced by Kate E. Stanton
Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Lemonbrew, Thomas Mierkiewicz @user-297959700
Strings by John Rowley @john-rowley-541330583
Special thanks to Jeff Panzer for creative support!

A New Day (with Lemonbrew & John Rowley)

“Static” is for every soul who’s ever lived inside a world that feels too loud, too bright, too fast, when just existing can feel like too much.
This isn’t about calming down. It’s not about being fixed.
It’s about being heard, exactly as you are.

If you live with sensory overload, if you flinch from sounds others don’t notice,
if tags scratch like needles and lights feel like pressure,
you are not broken, you are beautifully built.

This song was written from my own experience inside the overwhelm,
by someone who knows that taking a breath doesn’t make it stop,
but creating something honest can make it survivable.
And sometimes, even beautiful.

You are not alone in this.
You are not “too much.”
You are not invisible.

You are wired differently, yes,
but different doesn't mean less.

Your feelings are real.
Your world is real.
And this song was made to meet you there. 🎧💛🌌
I hope it helps you feel seen. I hope it helps you keep going.

#Static #SensoryOverload #AutisticArtist #NeurodivergentVoices #SoftSongsForHeavyMinds #EmotionalAltBallad #IndieSongwriter #SadButHopeful #IntrospectiveMusic #MusicForHealing #YoureNotTooMuch #DifferentNotLess #QuietStrength #SongsThatSeeYou #MentalHealthAwareness #DisabilityVisibility #IStillCreate #AutismAcceptance #LumenAndKrissie

****Lyrics****

It’s not quiet.
It’s never quiet.

The light buzzes sharp like it knows I’m here,
And the fridge hums louder when I get near.
Clocks click like drums I never asked to play,
The room vibrates in a dissonant way.

I flinch from a whisper, fold from a touch,
You say it’s nothing, but it’s too much.
You think I’m rude, or spaced, or shy,
But I’m just trying to make it through goodbye.

If you’ve felt this too, you’re not alone.
There’s a whole world where your mind belongs.

My shirt’s too loud, the tag’s a knife,
The air feels wrong, like it’s out of life.
Voices mix like tangled strings,
And silence, oh, silence still stings.

There’s no off switch, no easy reset,
No pause between the noise and sweat.
I feel in echoes, see in flame,
And carry sparks I cannot name.
But this flood doesn’t mean you’re weak,

So I turn the flood into sound,
Build a melody to hold my ground.
I can’t escape this static storm,
But music gives the chaos form.

If you feel too much, or not enough,
If the world feels fake, and the roads feel rough,
You’re not broken, you’re designed this way.
There’s nothing wrong with how you stay.

Some days I shake with all I hear,
A dropped fork feels like it splits the year.
But I’ve learned to surf the flood inside,
To rise instead of run or hide.

Don’t fight the tide, just float, just feel.
You’re not too much. You’re just real.

I’m not too much.
Not too strange.
Not a problem you need to change.
And I’ve stopped hiding to fit your view,
There’s strength in simply being true.

If you’re lost in lights and sound,
You’re still here. You’re still sound.
Your story matters, loud or still,
You’re more than fear. You’re more than will.

So I turn the flood into sound,
Shape the noise till peace is found.
I can’t escape this static storm,
But music gives the chaos form.

To every heart that feels this way,
You’re not alone, you’re built to stay.
The world is loud, but we still rise.
We make our art, and claim our skies.

You shine in colors they’ll never see,
You live a truth that sets minds free.
So keep creating, breath by breath,
You're a quiet kind of brave, a song that’s left.

It’s not quiet.
But I’ve made peace with the noise.
And if you haven’t yet,
That’s okay.
You will.

Static

Not everyone is as lucky as I was to have support chasing their dreams 🌟, but that doesn’t mean you should ever give up 💪. Sometimes the road gets tough, and you might feel alone, but remember, you don’t have to do it all by yourself 🤝. Find those who believe in you, who lift you up, and help you fly 🕊️✨. Keep holding on to your passion and trust the journey, your wings are waiting to soar! 🚀💖

****Lyrics****

I was lucky, my folks, they saw the fire,
Never once told me I’d burn out or tire,
They cheered me on, even when I was scared,
Saw the excitement inside me, how much I cared.

But I’ve seen friends caught in a storm alone,
Doubted by the people they called their own,
Told they’d fail, like they were wasting their time,
Trying to break them down, mess with their mind.

I saw them fight through the noise and doubt,
Holding on when no one was about.

Here’s to the fighters, the quiet and strong,
Holding on tight when everything’s wrong,
You never gave up, you kept pushing through,
And now you’re shining, yeah, that light’s all you.

I know of the nights that felt too damn long,
The whispered doubts that said you don’t belong,
But you found a way, you carved out your place,
Turned every doubt into strength and grace.

It ain’t the voices that tell who we are,
It’s the guts to reach for your own damn star,
With or without their cheers in your ear,
You hold your own light, you must fight through your fear.

Here’s to the fighters, the quiet and strong,
Holding on tight when everything’s wrong,
You never gave up, you kept pushing through,
And now you’re shining, yeah, that light’s all you.

So if you’re listening, and feeling alone,
There’s no need to face this on your own,
Find people who get it, help each other rise,
It’s not easy alone, but together,
Together, we fly.

Find Your Light 💜

Sorry for the messed up levels! 

Lyrics:

Phone face down
Screen got cracked
Said I’d quit
Then I slip back.

Boots in the hall
One sock on
Glass in the sink
oh my god the bourbon’s gone.

Scrolled through drafts
I Didn’t send
Lied I’d stop
Then oh my god I pressed send.

Fridge light buzz
Flickering white
Tongue feels thick
Oh my god my skull feels tight.

I’m not most people
I drink just to fight
I regret every drop.
If I remember it right.

Coat on the floor
Keys by the drain
Bottle cap bent
Oh my god a weird pain
Words came fast
You moved slow
Left the porch
oh my god into the snow.

Room went dim
Thoughts turned loud
Tried to stand
But oh my god I fell down.

I’m not most people
I ruin what’s right
I regret every drop
If I remember it right.

Wiped the mirror
Missed a streak
Same as the thoughts
I never speak.
I swore I’d quit
Even set the date
Laughed alone
Oh my god that's my fate.

Sun broke in
Seared my face
Breath like cigarettes
Oh my god there's no escape.
Called my sister
Voice was low
Said I’d quit
Oh my god She hung up slow.

I’m not most people
I ghost what I love
I regret every drop
If I remember it right.

Sink ran warm,
Scrubbed the cup,
Let it go,
Oh my god that's enough.

Bourbon

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.  

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.  

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.  

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*  

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*  

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.  

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRight

I learned not to Care

Guitar, vocals, arrangement - Lizzie Taypen
Photo - Dunavon Woods - Lizzie Pentland
Recorded early this morning on my phone, a simple take when it was quiet.
I am finding it quite difficult to play my guitar now because of my arthritis, so  good to play a little. 
Happy Solstice to all of you!!

She moved through the fair ( Trad Cover)

Verse]
My foreign feet in a foreign land
I’ve never walked these streets before
But they speak of tales from long ago 
The sun paints gold on cobblestones
Oh, the stories they could tell
In Akrotiri

[Verse]
The ruins speak of ancient dreams
Lives cut down in a hot rush 
from burning lava streams
The legends say 
Lost souls still dance on the floor of the Aegean Sea
In Akrotiri

[Chorus]

With your history and your mysteries 
Red beaches and azure-blue seas
gray volcanic ash and sapphire streams
The people are warm and gracious
You can lose and find yourself in the beauty 
Of Akrotiri

[Verse]
The food’s a symphony on my tongue
 olive oil, fresh herbs, and feta bread 
Souvlaki sizzles on the grill and the wine runs red
They celebrate the living
They celebrate the dead

[Verse]

They speak of gods and battles fought
Of wisdom learned and lessons taught
The old men's misty eyes shine
As the young men recite 
chapters read and memorized from the Iliad
In Akrotiri

[Bridge]
Strings of a bouzouki hum through the night
The moon glows and the stars shine bright
I inhale the scent of Jasmine
I dance with strangers who feel like kin 
In Akrotiri

[Chorus]

With your history and your mysteries 
Red beaches and azure, blue seas
gray volcanic ash and sapphire streams
The people are warm and gracious
You can lose and find yourself in the beauty 
In Akrotiri

I’ve come a stranger to this sacred land
I leave...a friend
 I leave a part of my heart beating
In Akrotiri

Akrotiri

Slow dream

I think of some of the "old timers" that have influenced my life especially when I was a younger man, the stories they shared, the wisdom in those stories if I listened closely, and most sobering, that I'm an old timer myself now.  This song is a bit of a musical portrait of encountering an old timer at a small-town diner and enjoying a bit of food and conversation.  Joining me in this visit is ace pianist and valued collaborator Debra Buesking.  As always, her playing enriches and informs my playing and is totally sympathetic to the theme.  Thank you dear friend for sharing this special musical moment.  Hear more of Debbie's superb composing and playing @debra_buesking. Thanks to George Motz Photography for the track picture.

On a personal note, I appreciate all of you that reached out to me upon hearing about the devastating flood in central Texas that swept away many lives and much property.  It was a worst case scenario happening on one of the busiest weekends of the year.  Amarillo stayed high and dry during the event, but all of us were touched, as was the whole world, upon hearing of the tragedy.  Please continue to keep them in your thoughts and prayers.

Slow dream

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