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Before I Go
03:36
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New town, old streets
Running through a memory
Just a small town boy
Walking trough the noise
Of Back Bay alley ways
Alone by choice
Long hair, shy eyes
Looking round a crowded room
He sits alone
Another face nobody knows
One day he’ll look back at how he’s grown
With every friend that he has yet to know
Before I go
Take me round this town I used to know
Let’s not think about tomorrow
Take my hand and don’t you let it go
Cause I don’t want want to be alone
Before I go
New friends, long drives
New England highways on my mind
Another night, another show
Playing up and down the coast
I don’t know what I’m gonna miss the most
Thank you cause you made me feel at home
Before I go
Take me round this town I used to know
Let’s not think about tomorrow
Take my hand and don’t you let it go
Cause I don’t want want to be alone
Before I go
You had the faith that he just couldn’t see
And he started to believe
He had the strength to chase another dream
Before I go
Don’t you cry cause I’ll be back on day
I’ll remember you tomorrow
Take my hand and don’t you let it go
Cause I don’t want want to be alone
Before I go
New town, old streets
Forever in my memories
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Dragged myself out of bed once again
Woke up sad and dry eyed
Got places to be lots of things to do
All in so little time
I'm trying to keep up with the pace of a life
Only passing me by
And I give it my all
But even that's not enough
Theres only so hard I can try
Cause I can't be Superman
There's always a limit to who I am
I'm only human
Don't you understand?
That I can't hold every hand
'Cause sometimes a hero needs saving
I'm sorry that I just couldn't be
The man that you wanted to see
I've gotten so used to saying I'm fine
When life's to much to handle
'Cause underneath this kind warm smile
Lies a mind left in shambles
I try to keep it in and keep it down
Don't want to worry you with my troubles
I try to be tough and I try to be strong
But it's so hard to do on my own
Cause I can't be Superman
There's always a limit to who I am
I'm only human
Don't you understand?
That I can't hold every hand
'Cause sometimes a hero needs saving
I'm sorry that I just couldn't be
The man that you wanted to see
And still I work hard
To be more than another face in the crowd
My thoughts linger in shadows
And they only bring me down
I wish I could just see past
The parts that make up my sum
Instead I find myself constantly questioning
Who the hell I've become
Cause I can't be Superman
There's always a limit to who I am
I'm only human
Don't you understand?
That I can't hold every hand
'Cause sometimes a hero needs saving
I'm sorry that I just couldn't be
The man that you wanted to see
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3. |
Graduation Day
04:11
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Dressed in my cap and gown at 9 AM
A family photograph on the patio
Mom and dad are smiling by my side
On graduation day
I join the crowd in the early morning sun
Among a sea of familiar faces
Some I've for gotten and some I've seen for the first time
On graduation day
The last four years surely felt like a lifetime
It seemed like this adventure would never end
So many friendships come and gone
And all these moments just the same
But in my memories they'll stay
Marching in to "Pomp and Circumstance"
We take our seats from A to Z
My family cheers as they call my name
On graduation day
Some will say today's the first day of the rest of your lives
But I've been living and I still don't got a clue
A part of me still holds on to what I knew
Cause we're never truly ready to say goodbye
The next four years are the single biggest mystery
I'm where I need to be but I don't know where to go
And what comes next is really anybody's guess
But I'll keep holding on to hope
Packed up the party favors and turned off the lights
I give my bittersweet goodbyes
School may be over but everything will change
After graduation day
After graduation day
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4. |
That
03:36
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Among the many thousand faces
Chasing the same dream
Everybody wants their moment
Everybody wants to be seen
Just a road of sacrifices
For notoriety
It’s race down to the bottom
and algorithmic jealousy
The spot lights and glamour
The roaring twenties before the crash
But what about the music?
Do you really care about that?
It’s rich kids game in every way
From Nashville to LA
Give my all into a dead end job
Cause the music just doesn’t pay
What’s it like to have the offense
On a slanted playing field
Maybe I wouldn’t be as depressed
If only happiness payed my bills
The class, the status
A collection of Cadillacs
Living life just making stacks
But I don’t really care about that
Cause I’ve learned success is only real
When you define it by your own ideals
It don’t matter if I don’t make it there
Cause I never quit
I just learned not to care
There’s so many familiar faces
They’ve always got my back
My friends and family write the pages
I frame the photographs
I only see my name in lights
On a dive bar marquee
And if never make big, well
That’s all right by me
I’m just grateful for everything I have
I guess I’m trying to say
I only really care
I only really care about that
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Kristian Veech Nashville, Tennessee
With a whimsical, starry-eyed approach and vulnerable story telling, Kristian forges his own sound, backed by a sheen of country, pop, rock and americana. The Nashville based singer songwriter draws inspiration from artists such as Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran, Kacey Musgraves, and Luke Combsamong others. ... more
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