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
When I woke up this morning it was really raining indecision
With a poets like precision the ice just went away
Then the sun came out and we just rolled around like walrus
Poking fun and feeling bulbous
No one leaning in to say
Chorus:
Not my business what you dream
Not a chance to shout and scream
If I could I wouldn’t change a single thing
But the bombs are disappearing
From the buildings and the villains, who will chase me down and kill me
Running wildly, in my dreams
Flowers float on petals
And bicyclist in circles
End up sleeping with the turtles
And we hover round the pain
Police cars catch on fire
Pounding hearts into the liars
Beating words until there’s silence
And we blow ourselves away
Bridge
And sometimes the river changes direction in my mind
Sometimes the snow falls forever in the night
Then I flew the moon with the girl inside the cartoon
Who would brighten up my my bar tunes
While the kids were still awake
She kissed me like a sister and told me fucking mister
You got one chance , get it right
There’s no pressure, don’t be late.