A track from a project. Danger girl. You've seen her. She's got a thousand faces, and appears in a thousand shapes and places. Same goes for danger guys, btw. Sometimes while wading in inviting waters, you realize you're in over your head.
"She's a hot caress, you've gone out way too deep...You feel the power..."
Thanks & love to Douglas Baldwin for total Frippian guitar insanity, Scott Kistenburger (sorry about the mix scott), who Nailed & wailed, and of course Dee on ominous melodic bass.

China In The Dark

A lullaby for her father, sung by his very wise daughter. We should all have such an angel

Smart In The Heart

Boppin' rockin dance-pop with gang vocals! It's about "that one" - you can't quit, and she can't stay. She always comes back, but always goes away.
Produced by Magic Mike Lorello (guitars, hammond, keys) Perri vocals plus the entire "hole in the wall gang choir" wahoo!

Tracy Come Home

I'm staring in my coffee, Do I send this? Do I never ever send this? A letter, missing you.

In The Night

From "An Evening With Tom Perri" at Don't Tell Mama, NYC

Some Enchanted Evening (Live at Don't Tell Mama)

synth rock, Something Happened In My Head.. it was you

Something Happened

"A Letter from Afghanistan" - written in 2007, rewritten in 2018 in the common room at the rehabilitation Center Danbury CT, recorded on an iPhone 6 on an old piano, mastered on Audacity. Raw, mournful, angry, and gut wrenching.
Lyrics:
				       Soldier's Song
                        (You gotta care for those who lived to tell)

I do not believe in devils
I do not believe in hell
I just want to find at the end the end of line
A quiet place to dwell
And find somebody to tell

I’m not sayin that there ain’t no evil
I know it’s all over the place
But I wonder if America
Wasn’t in everybody’s face
We could probably feed this human race

Mr Congressman believe it
As you vote from your comfortable chair
As I bandage up my bloody heart
I’d like to drag you here
I don’t know if you even care

And you better believe in angels
But you better better believe there’s a place
For those that left this Company
To languish in this desolate place
How bout you take my place

We got too many kids with the thousand yard stare
You look in their eyes, but there’s nobody there
They just want to make it back home

Back home she believes her lover  
And I sleep with my weapon in place
Me Bobby and Juan, we did six tours
I think we earned our say
Our honor is our only pay



We got too many kids with the thousand yard stare
You look in their eyes, but there’s nobody there
They just want to make it back home


Not sure I believe in heaven
ButI do not believe in hate
I just want to know at the end the line
A quiet state of grace
And kiss your sweet face

I’m ain’t sure if there is a heaven
But I’d march straight into into hell
I do not need your medals
I need you to remember who fell

I do not need you medals
I need you to remember who fell
Yes I do not need your medals
I need you to remember 
Who fell…
You gotta to care for those
Who lived
To tell…

Words & music - Tom © 2007, 2018

Soldier's Song (You Gotta Care For Those Who Lived To Tell)

A Raw, letter, written from the perspective of a soldier in Afghanistan, by the son of a Veteran, recorded on on an iphone 6s on 01.24.18. Inspired by Paul Riekhoff of IAVA
lyrics below:
                           Soldier's Song
              (Take care of them who lived to tell)

I ain’t sure if there is a heaven
But we marched straight into hell
I do not need your medals
I need you to remember who fell
And care for them that lived to tell

Back home she clings to her lover 
And I sleep with my weapon in place
Me Bobby and Juan, we did six tours
I think we earned our say
Our honor is our only pay

We got too many kids with the thousand-yard stare
You look in their eyes, but there’s nobody there
They just want to make it back home

Mr. Congressman believe it
As you vote from your comfortable chair
And I bandage up my bloody heart
I’d like to bring you here
I don’t know if you even care

I ain’t sayin that there ain’t no evil
I know it’s all over the place
But I wonder if America
Wasn’t in everybody’s face
We could probably feed this human race

We got too many kids with the thousand-yard stare
You look in their eyes, but there’s nobody there
They just want to make it back home

I do not believe in devils
I do not believe in hate
I just want to find at the end of the line
A quiet state of grace
And kiss your sweet face

And I think I believe in angels
But you better believe there’s a place
For the politicians who let my men
Languish in this desolate place
How ‘bout you take my place

We got too many kids with the thousand-yard stare
I look in their eyes, but there’s nobody there
I just want to make it back home

I ain’t sure if there is a heaven
But I seen straight into hell
I do not need your medals
I need you to remember who fell
Take care of them that lived to tell

I do not need your medals
We do want your medals
You have to remember who fell
Take care of them that lived to tell
Take care of them who lived to tell

Words & music - Tom Perri © 2007, 2018

Soldier's Song

Beatles & ELO fans will dig this groove track. Play it LOUD. I swear I'll do no harm. She comes but she goes...She can fly the friendly skies...
But 'hourglass & she's gone'

Hourglass

Mexican flavored love song with great harmonies

Your Magic Eyes

Writer/Singer, eclectic, influences Beatles, Moody's, Elton John, Billy Joel, Mozart, Beethoven, Bowie