Ever feel where you're going to find that extra bit of something to make it through? It is inside your soul. No matter what. You can do it. Dance. With Your Dawn. Find strength within. Singer Songwriter Nana Lee Piano Keys. Produced by Michael Wojewoda. Strings by Drew Jurecka. Engineer Luke Schindler. Revolution Recording Studios. Official lyric video released Oct 1, 2024! youtu.be/cIZV2ffF5jM

Dance With Your Dawn

I don't care much about your homeland
What I want is your grace
You talk about roots, but you forget, my friend
That we are all a bit out of place

I don't care much about your homeland
Let alone pledging in schools
No, we can't bury our heads in the sand 
And be waving flags like some kind of fools 

You're so proud of your nation
And even say that would die for it
But isn't it just your birth location?
Something for which no one should get credit

You say you're so proud of your nation 
And its makers in the skies above 
No need to glorify your civilization 
You could just be thankful for a place you love 

I don't want to see a nation
‘Cause what a country is to me
Is just made up lines of segregation
No, what I see is legacy

So please don't be proud, just be glad
To have the privilege and luxury
To consider those who you think had it bad
And were not born in your country

And I get that they are mad
At you, at me, at history 
Those who came before us took all they had
But the future's what we want it to be 

I wish I could be stateless
And this childish game would finally end
We would see we're all in the same mess
And on the same island
We're all in the same mess
And on the same island

Stateless

Jupiter's Moons

Bedlam In The Bedroom

some days are loose
some days are bountiful
some days are bruised
and some days are logical
and some days get way out of hand
and some days are different than what we planned

dark time in Jerusalem Lord Lord
bent man on a mission
pulling a heavy load
born to be a runner oh no no no no
no more than a witness
to what the morning holds

some days are plain
some days are magical
some days we loose
and some days it's go to go
and some days get way out of hand
and some days are nothing like what we planned

(break)

some days are empty
some days are righteous
some days I sin to much
and some days I rise
and some days get way out of hand
and some days are nothing like what we planned

sweetness in the morning
send me her best
run around this dusty old town
and I'm looking for the rest
now sweetness she talks to me
God knows she alive
and when the sun goes down
sweetness lay down by my side

some days are loose
some days are bountiful
some days are bruised
and some days are logical
and some days get way out of hand
and some days are nothing like what we planned

some days are loose
some days are bountiful
some days are bruised
and some days are logical
some days are plain
some days are magical
some days we loose
and some days it's go to go
some days are empty
some days are righteous

Some Days

The Journey From Grape To Raisin is Long Ryders’ cofounder Sid Griffin’s first solo album in a decade. 

It was recorded in Nashville with his trusted producer Thomm Jutz (Nanci Griffith, Otis Gibbs, Steve Young) and dear friends such as legendary bassist Mark Fain (Ricky Skaggs, Chris Hillman) and session whiz Tammy Rogers (Patty Loveless, Trisha Yearwood). 

Its eleven songs include ten Griffin originals and one campfire cover of, get ready, the Velvet Underground’s Femme Fatale. 

When asked about the sessions and the album as a whole Griffin smiles and calls The Journey From Grape To Raisin “my career highlight, the best work I am ever likely to do. Heaven forbid I should go but if I did I’d die happy.”

The Journey From Grape To Raisin

I Want To Be The Man (My Dog Thinks I Am)

The Four Elements

La question ne se pose pas (..): il y a trop de vent.  Boris Vian  😉😉😉

English translation (very very far from perfect...🥵)

How do people face it
How do they do
walking alone on this string
Straight ahead
Without a net, unattached, without motive
Without a breath, without looking, almost invisible
How do people face it
How do they do
 thinking of happy days, days gone by
Without sorrow, without regret, or bitterness
It all happened so fast, moon after moon
I mustn't bend
Too far forward
Because each time it triggers
A hurricane
I mustn't explore
that question
Because each time it triggers
some twisting winds
How do people face it
How do they do
loving so deeply, often wrongly
Unwisely
Challenging fate, time and all grudges
Seeking eternity for each one
How do people face it
How do they do
I often think about this and
I often bow
I follow the motion that draws in and bewitches
I am the species that glides down the slide
I mustn't bend
Too far forward
Because each time it triggers
A hurricane
I mustn't explore
that question
Because each time it triggers
some twisting winds

Jupiter's Moons

William Dengsoe