Album Out Nov. 5th, 2013
Available to Pre-order now: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/divided-united-songs-civil/id720936196
at iTunes and Amazon

32 fresh interpretations of Civil War songs from a collection of artists who span genres and generations.

ATO Records and music supervisor Randall Poster ('Moonrise Kingdom,' 'Boardwalk Empire,' 'Rave on Buddy Holly') have joined forces to release 'Divided & United,' a two-disc set of Civil War songs brought to life through fresh interpretations by the pioneers, Hall of Famers and rising young stars of country, bluegrass, folk and beyond. The collection celebrates music deeply vital to the history and spirit of America in tribute to the 150th anniversary of the Civil War. Each song offers a unique window on the past, with themes exploring race, identity and reconciliation in a manner that echoes profoundly today.

The tremendous talents on 'Divided & United' span several generations and genres. Combined they have won close to 200 GRAMMY Awards, numerous Country Music Awards and include Rock And Roll Hall of Famers, Country Music Hall of Famers and Bluegrass Hall of Famers.

The songs represent hope and loss, camaraderie and compassion, and the distinct voices of the North and South; born out of the specific battles and turning points, sentimental, parlor songs and spirituals of the period, songs that soldiers brought into battle with them, abolition and minstrel songs, and more.



Jamey Johnson "Rebel Soldier"

If This Is The End

If This Is the End

Lonely Cowboy

Untold

Father Let Me Go

He was a quiet boy in seventh grade
She had a little red streak in her twisted braidsHe was curious and asked “What’s your name?”
Her green eyes answered, “Mary Jane”

They met up Friday after school
He lit her up, she made him feel cool
He could hurt all night and not feel pain
Just looking at the stars with Mary Jane

She got him to grow up fast
That innocence, you don’t get back
The way he saw the world started to change
Felt so good when she was around
But every up took him further down
And he ain’t ever really been the same
Since Mary Jane

He met her hippy friends one day
Wearing tie-dye, singing Touch of Grey
They took trips real far away
And were wilder than Mary Jane

There was girl on the road with a temping face
She rode a white horse and they found a place
Where she put a craving in his veins
Now he don’t even talk to Mary Jane

She got him to grow up fast
That innocence, you don’t get back
The way he saw the world started to change
Felt so good when she was around
But every up took him further down
And he ain’t ever really been the same

Yeah since he met Mary Jane he went
From high school straight to state rehab
Seventeen to thirty-five
Life of the party to barely alive

Now he’s in the church of redeeming grace
Some people cry, some people pray
There’s folding chairs and Coffee MateAnd chips to count their day by day
That they quit that Mary Jane
Yeah they all quit that Mary Jane

He was a quiet boy in seventh grade
She had a little red streak in her twisted braids

Mary Jane

The Dues Are Never Paid.

The 5th album from alternative folk band Cold Weather Company.

Cold Dark Shadow

Whiskey in the Wind

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Forgive 
Is 
To Live 
And let live. 
The understanding 
And transparency 
With the  
Soul’s inerrancy. 
The ego’s discrepancy. 
As the universe 
Grants clemency. 
The grace 
Of dualities. 
Coherency 
While my clarity 
Looks at 
Relational 
Disparity. 
An act  
Of insincerity. 
The tendency 
Toward 
Popularity 
Becoming the route 
Of jealousy’s 
Psychotherapy. 

The understanding 
Of this hegemony 
Becomes extraordinary 
Freedom of  
The toxic parodies 
Ascendancy. 
The sick and  
Tortured mind 
Groping in darkness 
No more. 
The lesson learned 
The lessons to be 
A will with lessons 
Of freedom to see. 

This bondage  
Of self 
As separation 
Is being dealt. 
From a therapist 
Or a parent 
Where love is not 
Honestly being felt 
Or 
Transparent. 
The key to 
This conundrum 
Separation 
One from 
Done from 
Affront from 
Look to 
It’s opposite. 
Acceptance 
And love from 
Not to 
Judge from. 
The agony of me 
Is the toll  
Of the false 
Perception. 
I see 
Being laid down 
In front of me. 

The understanding 
Of this hegemony 
Becomes extraordinary 
Freedom of  
The toxic parodies 
Ascendancy. 
The sick and  
Tortured mind 
Groping in darkness 
No more. 
The lesson learned 
The lessons to be 
A will with lessons 
Of freedom to see. 

Forgive, and you 
Will see differently. 
This path to  
Nonduality. 
Becomes a reality. 
Grasping at 
The illusions 
Of  
money 
Property 
And prestige. 
Will not 
Control the liege. 
Freedom 
Of choice 
And joy 
To fulfill 
Not  
The projection 
Of separation 
And guilt. 
I will forgive 
And this will 
Disappear 
The removal 
Of pain 
And fear.

Clemency

This new version revisits one of my earliest songs — a raw cry from the working class still caught in a rigged game. It’s the same story, but with sharper edges and clearer eyes. The struggle hasn’t changed, but neither has the spirit. We’re still standing, still hoping, and still refusing to fold.

[Verse 1]
Rising before dawn, chasing our fading dreams
Working jobs that barely pays enough for our needs
Just enough to bring us back each day
Each morning's light calls us to the fray

Have we become their machines, doing their dirty deeds?  
So they can play as we struggle to meet our needs.  
The self absorbed acquire more than one could ever need,  
While the working class suffers with broken knees.  

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the struggles to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real

[Bridge]

The game is stacked, we're mere tokens on its board,  
Racing 'round the squares, as our dreams are ignored.  
Just to spend what we earn on another round played,  
Stuck in this loop, while our hopes slowly  fade. 

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet,  
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the hardships to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real

It's time for change, for balance to be found,  
Let the privileged understand the struggle all around.  
Tighten their belts, share some wealth with grace,  
So families can live secure, in their rightful place.  

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet,  
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the hardships to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real


[Outro]

A  more balanced structure we need, not just for now,  
To inspire us all to continue and take a bow.  
When fairness is given, and justice is true,  
The game will feel new, and hope will ensue.  




Stuck in the Game  (The Working Man’s Cry)

 From The Trishas' "They Call Us The Trishas" Mini-Album


Trouble About My Soul

Mark & Wendy Cunico:  marcodaddio Creations

Songwriters blending Blues, Rock, Soul, Folk, Gospel, Country & Pop.   Telling real stories through AI-powered music.

Stuck in the Game (The Working Man’s Cry)

marcodaddio (Mark Cunico)