From the recording No Where
One Stop-Kevin Connolly, kevingconnolly@gmail.com, 781-405-8519 www.kevinconnolly.com
Kevin Connolly Music ASCAP 129167174
Similar Artists: John Hiatt, Richard Thompson, Steve Earle, Van Morrison, Tom Petty, Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young
Kevin Connolly-Vocals/Guitar
Chris Rival- electric guitar
James Connolly- upright bass
Cover photo by Susan Young
Kevin Connolly is an award-winning singer, songwriter, and recording artist with twelve albums of original material and an international touring history. His songs have been featured in major motion pictures and film, earning him recognition for his gritty and evocative storytelling. His latest release, No Where , marks a return to a simpler, acoustic-driven sound, echoing the spirit of sixties folksingers such as Bob Dylan and John Prine. The Boston Globe has praised his writing as filled with “intensity and grit,” and No Where expands on that legacy with songs of love, loss, and resilience. In the past he has played Newport Folk and Kerrville Folk, as well as colleges and coffeehouses nationwide. For more info visit www.kevinconnolly.com, or contact directly at kevingconnolly@gmail.com
Lyrics
Past the trolley cars and the burnt out bars from my room
I see falling down bridges, and broken heart bingers marooned
Waiting cars in rain silence
Begging for directions back home
Nobody says too much anymore with nowhere to go
Under the rockets glare we hunkered down in our holes
Bullets flying over our heads, ground shaking our souls
Here comes the radio silence, as we whisper to ourselves in the night
We were just kids in a war with nowhere to go
Chorus
One of these days I’m going to step right out of the silence
One of these nights I’m going to go for a walk on the moon
‘Neath the river bed where it’s quiet, I’ll lay my head in a blanket of snow
And the stars will follow us home when I got nowhere to go
Now the shadows parade in the dark but they want to go home
Must have burned every building and filled up their hearts full of stone
Traffic lights waiting in silence
Far from the carnival fumes
Side by side we do sit in a place with nowhere to go