pop-rock // country
Wilting on a cold cave floor; paintings on walls. Glimmer of light in distant sound. Close to me ears, far from my years. Unknown memory inside me stirs; awakens. Caress my heart? Open my mind? In a way notes were and weren’t meant for. Disrupting my measure of sorrow. Curiosity in my betrayed hope. The soul of Southern blues rocking my gritty New York street. Moving me to country comforts, boyhood, and back through. Holding a glimpse of joy in hands worn and torn.
A new world for me.
Shannon McNally – Now That I Know
Shannon McNally – Leave Your Bags by the Door
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