Featuring Callie Lou Heiser on supporting vocals.

*lyrics updated since recording

piles of leaves, kids laughing and jumping
closed my eyes, your hair was blowing across my chin
my hands under your sweater, that warmth an old friend
then you pulled me close and whispered

i may die today, i may die tomorrow
i just wanted you to know my love
not to be afraid, for i will go happily
i just wanted you to know my love

dressed in black and you in white
the sun gleaming, birds singing their songs
our families there, freshly cut grass filled the air
and after our kiss, you whispered

i may die today, i may die tomorrow
i just wanted you to know my love
not to be afraid, for i will go happily
i just wanted you to know my love

a still Sunday morning staring up a chestnut tree
so peacefully swaying in the breeze
when i looked down, you became one with the ground
and i heard the wind whisper

i may die today, i may die tomorrow
i just wanted you to know my love
not to be afraid, for i will go happily
i just wanted you to know my love

love
love
love

© 2014 Jason Haines. All rights reserved.

Whispers (2009 Demo)

wrapped in fog and overcast
aged vessels of tired masts
cordially passing in the night
others setting sail together
weathering the north Atlantic weather

as white caps now come into view
she awakes, her tea brews
sitting by her window in the morning sun
now adrift, my day is done
when the compass spins the day is done

portraits of sunrises ahead
over cities, seas and mountains
in yellows, oranges and reds
water washed sunsets ahead
hanging in the dark rooms of the crests

breathing in my today
the exhales of her yesterdays
may not make it to those arms so soon
at least we look up to the same moon
at least we look up at the same moon

portraits of sunrises ahead
over cities, seas and mountains
in yellows, oranges and reds
water washed sunsets ahead
hanging in the dark rooms of the crests

portraits of sunrises ahead
over cities, seas and mountains
in yellows, oranges and reds
water washed sunsets ahead
hanging in the dark rooms of the crests

journeys of the outward bound
exposures of the outward bound
stories of the outward bound
hoist Blue Pete, we're outward bound

© 2014 Jason Haines. All rights reserved.

Blue Peter (2014 Demo)

*lyrics updated since recording

knuckled under a faulted and abandoned bridge
sharing an autumn's morning fix
those lifelong friends in their hands
are fleeting as they loosen their grip

as their hound dogs kill the blood doesn't spill
to prove themselves the hounds of men
oh the madness in the natural ways taking course
and keeping the balance of the land

lost, adrift and tangled in debris
swimming in the circles with the sea
of another year we got to see
one more falling of the leaves

indeed many things do come to pass
but tell me what ever lasts
besides presents of the present forever waiting
for us to tear off the wrap

bottled truths remaining to be freed
swaying to the rhythm of the sea
across another year we got to see
one more falling of the leaves

and all those forsaken daughters, wives and sons of lovers
were once held dearly before they became one the same
and penniless crawlers up to their knees in mud and water
at least got answers to their prayers of rain

maybe i'm a dreamer but aren't we
drifting with these red tides of the sea
down another year we got to see
one more falling of the leaves

one more falling of the leaves
one more falling of the leaves
one more falling of the leaves

© 2014 Jason Haines. All rights reserved.

Falling of the Leaves (2014 Demo)

As I get to thinking back
You know we grew up by the railroad tracks
And now I like all them old train songs
After walking those tracks for so damn long

Well I don’t get back there much
Most of us have fallen out of touch
And it’s often hard to make any sense
Speaking of those days now in the past tense

Never fell off any cliffs in the rye
Amidst the fields where the crows would fly
Where we filled Mason jars with fireflies
While running alongside those ghosts of the mines

And back there on Clover Street
Where the Shamrock Hotel and the railroad meet
Shadows still throw rocks and climb those trees
Throughout a never-ending game of “Home Free“

Never fell off any cliffs in the rye
Amidst the fields where the geese would fly
Where we filled Mason jars with fireflies
While running alongside those ghosts of the mines

Walking my lab through pastures of hay
Dad working on cars in the alleyway
Our forts and fires and lines in the stream
Baseball in the parking lot with the same ol’ teams

Well, never fell off any cliffs in the rye
Amidst the fields where the crows would fly
Where we filled Mason jars with fireflies
While running alongside those ghosts of the mines

© 2014 Jason Lee Haines. All Rights Reserved.

Clover Street (2014 Demo)

After years of life on the move in his native country and abroad, Jason finally settled down long enough to allow his musical ideas to catch up with him in the beautiful country of Austria. Songs began to be written on acoustic & resonator guitars, mandolin, banjo and ukulele. The resulting project became Maple & Mahogany. In spring 2014, Jason joined forces with double bassist & singer, Maria Leubolt, for live performances, studio recordings & general musical love making.