Tag Archives: singer songwriter

@DavidRamirez. Hipster Ron Swanson sings a strong straight through you.

Oh my heavens, clutching at the walls. As featured on Private Practice.

So it it just me?
Am I seeing things?
Does the way we breathe make perfect sense?
Yes, I could start fires with what I feel for you.


Kathleen Edwards @KittyTheFool live. Weeping.

Call me in the night
I don’t mind, I don’t care, I can’t sleep

Call me in the day, in my car, on my way

Call me by my name
All I want is to hear you say

I’m looking for a soft place to land

Bahamas singing by a fireplace

Bahamas is Afie Jurvanen’s Toronto-based solo project.

Is it really that much sweeter
On the other end of that receiver?
There’s no need to convert a believer
I’m already yours
I’m already yours

Elvis Costello interviews Ray LaMontagne

For Elvis Costello’s Spectacle.

RL: I never had an urge to be the center of attention or to be on stage, ever – I still don’t. I don’t have that. It’s just not in my make-up to get on stage and perform. I mean, if I didn’t have to do it, I wouldn’t do it.
EC: Well, obviously there is something that compels you to do it, no?
RL: Well, that’s the songs, you know. It’s just this much more.
EC: I felt very much the same way…
RL: Ah, come on.

Songwriters’ Circle: Gray, LaMontagne, Tunstall

Ray LaMontagne – Like Rock ‘n’ Roll and Radio

Are you still in love with her?
Do you remember how you were before the sorrow?
Are you closer for the tears
Or has the weight of all the years left you hollow?

Are we strangers now?
Like the Ziegfeld Gal and the vaudeville show?
Are we strangers now
Like rock and roll and the radio?

KT Tunstall – The Entertainer

Sing it like you’ve never said it before
Mean it with your wasted heart
Try to believe that there’s something to stay for
But there’s always before and after
For the entertainer

David Gray – Shine

For all that we struggle
For all we pretend
It don’t come down to nothing
Except love in the end

Bryan John Appleby

Bryan John Appleby is from Seattle and he sings beautifully. Lyrically, he is outstanding.

Have a listen and then buy his things.

I drag my shadow behind me
and I drag my body to the edge of my bed
With my palms pressed to my eyes
I pray this one last time
If you’re someone else I might love you still
but as it is we’re done
Oh and you, you will not dig a hole in me

Ryan Adams sick note

For The Awl.

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