This is just a one-take-jake session recording I did of my favorite Gregory Alan Isakov song "Big Black Car." My version is kinda different from the original, so I just made it my own. 

Big Black Car session COVER(Gregory Alan Isakov)

Written, recorded, and produced by myself.

Lyrics:

Light another cigarette and blow out the smoke,
drop it on my kerosene covered hopes.
My thoughts drift like the smoke to you,
as I burn alone, in my empty room.

All I have are these stories I write,
they keep me company, as I sing through the night.
All I want is you by my side,
to have your words, split me open wide.

Find my way to the bottle, pour another drink.
These bars become my exhibit, come watch me sink.
Now I feel this ship has forged ahead,
the anchor's been pulled up, my fair-weathered friend.

All I have are these stories I write,
they keep me company, as I sing through the night.
All I want, is you by my side,
to have your words, split me open wide.

Now hear these words, I so hesitantly say:
"that you would live to love me, for just one more day."
Now I fear, you must depart.
You must continue your voyage, in finding your heart.

All I have are these stories I write, 
they keep me company, as I sing through the night.
All I want, is you by my side,
to have your words, split me open wide.

Veruca Salt

Recorded and Produced by myself
Guitar and Backup Vocals - Seth Stout
Lyrics and Vocals - Myself

Lyrics:

I'm not leaving this place,
without a pocket full of bills.
This used to be a thriving town,
full of easy money and cheap thrills

No one cares to think about how much it costs.
The objects we have won, and the ones we've lost

I'm not puttin' this bottle down,
until I find myself inside.
I'll measure the Ocean in proofs,
and drink it 'till it's dry!

No one cares to think about how much it costs.
The objects we have won, and the ones we've lost.

No one cares to think about how much it costs.
The objects we have won, and the ones we've lost.
The standards we keep, and the ones we uphold.
The wages have been weighed, and the souls have been sold.
They've been sold.

Snake Oil

Written, recorded and produced by myself.
Guitars and Backup Vocals by Seth Stout
Guitars and lead Vocals by myself.

Lyrics:

The soil is good here,
so maybe, you can grow yourself a new personality.
Oh maybe, just maybe.

So find a place to plant your weeds,
'Cause I can't stay rooted for very long.
I'll find a place, I'll find a time,
where I think that we can agree:
"It's love for others, that keeps us strong."

The struggle is what you fear,
but you should know,
that anything worth fighting for is worth dying for,
Worth dying for.

So find a place to plant your weeds,
'cause I can't stay rooted for very long.
I'll find a place, I'll find a time, 
where I think that we can agree:
"It's love for others, that keeps us strong."

I watched the changing of seasons
take place in your heart.
If this relationship was a movie,
The credits would have rolled from the start.

....from the start

So find a place to plant your weeds,
'cause I cant stay rooted for very long.
I'll find a place, I'll find a time,
where I think that we can agree:
"It's love for others, that keeps us strong."


Weeds

Rough rough recording. Literally wrote this gem last night, I'll put a better one up when I get it done.

Old Foes Rough Cut






"Old Foes"

The King is dead,
and I'm claiming his crown.
American Royalty
casts a thin shadow, all over this town.

Howl

Winter's chill creeps up on me 
and rattles my bones.
And I'm met with
handshakes and slightly softer tones.

Howl

'Cause me and my heart
well, we're just "Old Foes."
Actors who forgot their part,
now we're just trading blows.

The Queen is alive,
and I'm better off dead.
And what can I say,
that hasn't already been said?

Howl

So I spend my nights
Howling at the moon.
A slow and somber song,
until you too, are singing my own tune...

Howl

'Cause me and my heart,
well, we're just "Old Foes."
Actors who forgot their own part.
Now were just trading blows.

Produced and written by myself on my Macbook Pro and my little microphone in a second story room. All lyrics and music written by myself.




Vocals and Guitar is myself

Old Foes

Live recording of my latest vice. I'll put a better, produced, recording up a little later along with lyrics. 

Young Graves Demo

"Young Graves"

You, were you, the needle in my arm? 
Or the poison in my veins?
Or maybe, just maybe, 
You're the cigarette to my lips, or the smoke deep in my lungs.

'Cause no matter what you are,
you're killing me. So slowly.
And no matter where you are,
you're with me, still haunting me.

No, you are, the bottle up to my mouth,
or the burning back in my throat.
I, oh I, would like to think that were both the same,
but there's always a victor when love's the game.

'Cause no matter what you are, 
you're killing me. So slowly.
And no matter where you are,
you're with me, still haunting me.

And there was nothing left to say.
It's like my words all went on holiday.
But words are just toys to you.
Well toys can be weapons too.
Your eyes are on the ceiling.
And your mouth is a gun.
Loaded with your feelings.
Or lack there of...

'Cause no matter what you are,
you're killing me. So slowly.
And no matter where you are,
you're with me, still haunting me.

And no matter what you do, 
my only regret was missing you.
And no matter what you say, 
tomorrow will never be yesterday.

Produced and written by myself on my Macbook Pro and my Bluebird mic. 
Vocals and guitar is myself.
Lead guitar is Seth Stout.

Young Graves

I write my own Acoustic music in my spare time. I like to draw influence from everything. Re-recording/new tracks soon.

Michael Morrow