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Owsey & Dustin Christensen - Carry Me, Ohio

Ben Howard - Rivers In Your Mouth

04 Just A Boy

Hold On

Carried out 
Into the night 
Against my will
Beseeching death 
As if it were 
Some thrill. 
Selling my 
Honor for 
The value of 
A dollar. 
Not knowing 
Of a sponsor. 
Accepting my faith 
As my hand begins 
To shake. 
Puncturing my soul 
As a mind 
Looks to forsake. 
The actions of me 
As the angels 
Wait for my  
Choice to see. 
This immovable 
Blockage 
In front of me. 
The spark  
Of light 
As I quiver 
In fright. 
Lurching in 
The shadow’s plight 
The call 
To the light 
As the paramedics 
Work with 
All their might. 
Glimpses 
With delight 
That the mind 
Can see  
In the night. 
The awakening 
Of me 
Is the realization 
Of being subjected 
To what is free. 
The choice 
To breathe 
And follow 
The soul 
That’s purpose  
Is to lead. 
I bless 
The holiness 
In me. 
In silence 
And true  
Humility. 
“I am not a body 
I am free 
For I am 
Still as God 
Created me.” 
“Art is a lie 
That makes us 
Realize 
The truth.”

Picasso Said

Mumford and sons - Home

Acoustic guitar, music and concept by: Saving Change
(https://soundcloud.com/saving-change)
Lyrics and vocals by: FaDE
(https://soundcloud.com/fa-d-1)

I originally wrote "Bloom" as an instrumental about the different seasons of life. I cannot begin to express how much it means to me that Fa found beauty in the music and has added so much more through her wonderful words and voice!!! Thank you so much!!!

“Bloom”
One step at a time
First to learn to fall
One step at a time
Before you learn to walk

Look at me, on my new bicycle
Look at me, I am the king of the world
Kissed Knees from pebbles on the ground
I’m getting older if I don’t cry, and I smile
I’m growing up like a bloom into the light

Then to learn to dance in the sunlight
A few stolen kisses in the shade
I’m growing up with the love that I’ve met
I’m growing up in the laughter, in the pain
No matter if the tears are flooding the sand
Which feeds me

One step in time 
One step in time
One step in time
One step in time
I want to dance in the sunlight

Look at me now I’m old and faded
Look at me….in my eyes, the past so far away
I underwent so many thunderstorms
Now I’m older, no I don’t cry……..I’m reborn
I don’t want to wilt like a bloom into the dark




Bloom ~ Vox / Feat. FaDE

Another visual, audio soundscape blending our 3 individual styles. Close your eyes and come along with us... 

The Shores of Lareto:

Slipped down to Mexico
Hid out for 28 days
Slept under stars and the eyes of the moon
Just south of Isla San Jose
The days bled into weeks and the weeks bled into wine
The sun fought the horizon going down
Swam out to the furthest shoal that I have ever know
Halfway out my demons pulled me down

Caught up in the current 
Washed me out to sea
300 Miles down
From the shores of Laredo


@michaelw-2 - production/arrangement/pads/synths and mix on his iPad
@aranajason - lyrics/vocals/guitar 
@jackwm - lead guitars

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The Shores Of Loreto (Wadlow, Arana, Morefield)

22, A Million

715 - CR∑∑KS

Ben Howard - Move Like You Want

Ben Howard - Wouldnt Be a Lie.

Ben Howard - Dancing in the Dark (Bruce Springsteen cover)

"A Penny Spent"

She buttons down the sycamore leaves pressed in a bow,
thread and pencils, bones of wings, her photographs of snow -
tears they come, tears they fall, roll down like wilting suns,
she saved her every common cent but all of her’s been spent.

She draws a string through charms and rings, and throws her purse away
she needs no pens, not even maps, there’s nothing to be said
never is she coming back, the days will wash away
memories like Russian dolls, one inside them all.

This fucking town is sick and poisoned, so many small of heart and mind.

She understands the difference between dollars and souls,
one is poor when one is rich but neither did she know -
tears they come, tears they fall, and sting like angry wasps;
death be born and never waived, another penny saved.

That fucking town is sick and poisoned, everyone small of heart and mind;

She plants her hands into the earth, like cedar roots break streets
and crawls into the world above, the garden of the deep
Never is she coming back, she’ll hunt the little kings,
memories like russian dolls, one inside them all.

That fucking place is sick and heartless, so many small of thoughtful mind,
Penny saved her every common cent, but all of her’s been spent.

A Penny Spent

“Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.”
― Hunter S. Thompson

music lover, burner, photographer, dancer. 

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Ben Howard - Move Like You Want

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