Steve | 24 | South Philly
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Musician, vinyl nerd, herbivore, Sabres supporter, pop culture junkie, humanitarian, narcissist, human.
Listen to my solo LP below and support the label I operate, Barn Burner Records by picking up the vinyl if you're into it.
First Unitarian Universalist Society of Albany, NY
405 Washington Ave
7PM $5-10 Sliding Scale
This weekend only, I’m running a sale. Pick up a copy of my debut LP Hope Is All We Have on purple vinyl for only 5$.
If you care to listen: http://barnburnerrecords.bandcamp.com/
If you decide to buy: http://barnburnerrecords.limitedrun.com/
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If your band is trying to play shows on the way back to your hometown in the United States after playing Pouzza Fest this year, I am working on setting up something in Albany, NY on that following Monday, the 19th of May. Shoot me a message in my ask-box or email about becoming a part of it.
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New(ish) song. I played this one a few times on tour, but this a track that will be on my next record called. It’s called “Lightning”, and it’s about love and girls and shit not working out in anyone’s favor. If you like what you hear, spread it around with a reblog or whatever. Thanks for listening.
I’ve spent too many nights standing in a field with kite & key
Waiting for lightning to fall like the stars in the sky
Through the black clouds rolling by.
Well, it struck fast and hard. With a kiss on the cheek or your hand
on my heart.
Before I had an instant to forget, I captured that shining moment
In a mason jar.
I keep it by my bedside, it keeps me sleeping at night.
I dream of us and a better life in that fading yellow light.
If I had a nickel for every time someone like you told me “Maybe” or
I could make every wishing well from here to Manhattan
Shine like a silver sea.
I told you through a letter that I love you.
You told me through a phone you never saw the words I wrote.
You said “We aren’t the lucky ones who get what they want.
That one night is all there was.”
The jar by my bedside, it keeps me up at night.
It’s just a keepsake that I can’t keep you in that fleeting yellow light.
If you think you’re better off on your own, I’ll leave you that way.
While you light up the sky in the city, hear what I say.
I know better than most the best way to grow is alone.
Sharing your progress with another is the best feeling I’ve ever known.
Dance with the shadows if you want to, remember why you dance at all.