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Sand Castle

Damned be anything 
that rises up out of this sand,
where the sea licks and leaves its froth,
the waves like fingers in their ceaseless clawing,
betrayed by the white whisper of the surf,
that eternal purging to loosen 
the smallest grains in relentless toil,
until all the walls crumble and the tower sways,
then falls like a slithering serpent that slides
wounded and torn beneath the emerald sea.

October 26, 1988
Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

Sand Castle

Damned be anything 
that rises up out of this sand,
where the sea licks and leaves its froth,
the waves like fingers in their ceaseless clawing,
betrayed by the white whisper of the surf,
that eternal purging to loosen 
the smallest grains in relentless toil,
until all the walls crumble and the tower sways,
then falls like a slithering serpent that slides
wounded and torn beneath the emerald sea.

October 26, 1988
Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

Sand Castle

Damned be anything 
that rises up out of this sand,
where the sea licks and leaves its froth,
the waves like fingers in their ceaseless clawing,
betrayed by the white whisper of the surf,
that eternal purging to loosen 
the smallest grains in relentless toil,
until all the walls crumble and the tower sways,
then falls like a slithering serpent that slides
wounded and torn beneath the emerald sea.

October 26, 1988
Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

Sand Castle

Damned be anything 
that rises up out of this sand,
where the sea licks and leaves its froth,
the waves like fingers in their ceaseless clawing,
betrayed by the white whisper of the surf,
that eternal purging to loosen 
the smallest grains in relentless toil,
until all the walls crumble and the tower sways,
then falls like a slithering serpent that slides
wounded and torn beneath the emerald sea.

October 26, 1988
Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

Sand Castle

Damned be anything 
that rises up out of this sand,
where the sea licks and leaves its froth,
the waves like fingers in their ceaseless clawing,
betrayed by the white whisper of the surf,
that eternal purging to loosen 
the smallest grains in relentless toil,
until all the walls crumble and the tower sways,
then falls like a slithering serpent that slides
wounded and torn beneath the emerald sea.

October 26, 1988
Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica

Part of the continuing Respectful American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

Lawnmower

There is power in these spinning blades,
green ninja of the grass.

The grasshoppers and praying mantes flee and
fly before the whirring wind. The hilly homes
of Appalachian moundbuilding ants are cut down
to jagged holes which spew forth red and black
bodies in an angry burning sea.

They do not realize that the hurricane
which slings them and their children
through the air today is predicted again
for next week unless the grass somehow
ceases to grow or the fuel line
springs a leak.

September 3, 1996, Rolling Ridge

Lawnmower

There is power in these spinning blades,
green ninja of the grass.

The grasshoppers and praying mantes flee and
fly before the whirring wind. The hilly homes
of Appalachian moundbuilding ants are cut down
to jagged holes which spew forth red and black
bodies in an angry burning sea.

They do not realize that the hurricane
which slings them and their children
through the air today is predicted again
for next week unless the grass somehow
ceases to grow or the fuel line
springs a leak.

September 3, 1996, Rolling Ridge

Lawnmower

There is power in these spinning blades,
green ninja of the grass.

The grasshoppers and praying mantes flee and
fly before the whirring wind. The hilly homes
of Appalachian moundbuilding ants are cut down
to jagged holes which spew forth red and black
bodies in an angry burning sea.

They do not realize that the hurricane
which slings them and their children
through the air today is predicted again
for next week unless the grass somehow
ceases to grow or the fuel line
springs a leak.

September 3, 1996, Rolling Ridge

Lawnmower

There is power in these spinning blades,
green ninja of the grass.

The grasshoppers and praying mantes flee and
fly before the whirring wind. The hilly homes
of Appalachian moundbuilding ants are cut down
to jagged holes which spew forth red and black
bodies in an angry burning sea.

They do not realize that the hurricane
which slings them and their children
through the air today is predicted again
for next week unless the grass somehow
ceases to grow or the fuel line
springs a leak.

September 3, 1996, Rolling Ridge

Lawnmower

There is power in these spinning blades,
green ninja of the grass.

The grasshoppers and praying mantes flee and
fly before the whirring wind. The hilly homes
of Appalachian moundbuilding ants are cut down
to jagged holes which spew forth red and black
bodies in an angry burning sea.

They do not realize that the hurricane
which slings them and their children
through the air today is predicted again
for next week unless the grass somehow
ceases to grow or the fuel line
springs a leak.

September 3, 1996, Rolling Ridge

Bowed Heads

Lately I've been seeing 
a lot of people with their heads 
bent over as if in prayer.

I am heartened to see 
so many engaged in the art 
of meditation or contemplation. 

Whether waiting for 
a meeting to begin 
or for someone to arrive 
or perhaps simply to kill time, 
the hands clasp 
and the head bows.

Then I draw closer 
and I see that the head 
is bent over a screen. 

An ethereal light bathes 
the worshipper's face, 
eyes enraptured, 
captured in a blue glow.

And I can't help 
but wonder if this 
is the new God.

July 11, 2013

Bowed Heads

Lately I've been seeing 
a lot of people with their heads 
bent over as if in prayer.

I am heartened to see 
so many engaged in the art 
of meditation or contemplation. 

Whether waiting for 
a meeting to begin 
or for someone to arrive 
or perhaps simply to kill time, 
the hands clasp 
and the head bows.

Then I draw closer 
and I see that the head 
is bent over a screen. 

An ethereal light bathes 
the worshipper's face, 
eyes enraptured, 
captured in a blue glow.

And I can't help 
but wonder if this 
is the new God.

July 11, 2013

Bowed Heads

Lately I've been seeing 
a lot of people with their heads 
bent over as if in prayer.

I am heartened to see 
so many engaged in the art 
of meditation or contemplation. 

Whether waiting for 
a meeting to begin 
or for someone to arrive 
or perhaps simply to kill time, 
the hands clasp 
and the head bows.

Then I draw closer 
and I see that the head 
is bent over a screen. 

An ethereal light bathes 
the worshipper's face, 
eyes enraptured, 
captured in a blue glow.

And I can't help 
but wonder if this 
is the new God.

July 11, 2013

Bowed Heads

Lately I've been seeing 
a lot of people with their heads 
bent over as if in prayer.

I am heartened to see 
so many engaged in the art 
of meditation or contemplation. 

Whether waiting for 
a meeting to begin 
or for someone to arrive 
or perhaps simply to kill time, 
the hands clasp 
and the head bows.

Then I draw closer 
and I see that the head 
is bent over a screen. 

An ethereal light bathes 
the worshipper's face, 
eyes enraptured, 
captured in a blue glow.

And I can't help 
but wonder if this 
is the new God.

July 11, 2013

Bowed Heads

Lately I've been seeing 
a lot of people with their heads 
bent over as if in prayer.

I am heartened to see 
so many engaged in the art 
of meditation or contemplation. 

Whether waiting for 
a meeting to begin 
or for someone to arrive 
or perhaps simply to kill time, 
the hands clasp 
and the head bows.

Then I draw closer 
and I see that the head 
is bent over a screen. 

An ethereal light bathes 
the worshipper's face, 
eyes enraptured, 
captured in a blue glow.

And I can't help 
but wonder if this 
is the new God.

July 11, 2013

DeadHead

The seat beside him was supposed to be empty.

The man in the pilot’s uniform took the empty seat beside me just as they closed the cabin door, and for one impossible second I thought he was the person I had killed.

Not because of his face.

His face was wrong. Too narrow. Too pale. Clean-shaven where Gordon had worn a short beard to hide the scar under his chin. The man beside me had no scar, no beard, no blood on his shirt, no look of surprise frozen forever in the dark pupils of his eyes.

But he had Gordon’s stillness.

That was what made my hands tighten on the armrests. The same awful quiet. The same way of occupying space as if the world had already happened and he was merely waiting for the rest of us to catch up.

He placed a black leather flight bag under the seat in front of him, buckled his belt, and turned to me with a small, tired smile.

“Sorry,” he said. “Almost missed it.”

I nodded because nodding was easier than speaking. My mouth had gone dry the moment he sat down.

Outside the oval window, rain slipped in bright threads down the glass. Blue runway lights blurred and trembled in the dark. Somewhere beneath my feet, engines groaned awake, deep and animal, and the plane gave a little shudder.

The man looked past me toward the window.

“Bad night to fly,” he said.

I forced myself to breathe.

“Are you flying the plane?”

He smiled again, but this time it seemed to arrive a second too late.

“Not this one.”

His uniform was dark navy, almost black in the cabin light. Four silver stripes on the sleeves. Wings pinned above the breast pocket. He looked like every pilot I had ever seen coming through terminals with coffee in one hand and the secret knowledge of weather in the other.

And still, for half a second, some ugly little part of me wondered how he had gotten there.

Not into the seat.

Into the uniform.

The thought came and went so quickly I almost missed it. But he didn’t. I knew he didn’t. His eyes shifted toward me, calm and dark and unreadable, and I felt suddenly exposed, as if the cabin lights had brightened just over my row.

I looked away first.

There was something wrong with him.

Maybe it was the rain.

Maybe it was the fact that no one had checked his ticket.

Maybe it was because the seat beside me had been empty all through boarding. I had watched it, prayed over it, guarded it like a miracle. No one beside me meant no questions. No accidental touches. No one noticing the mud on my cuffs or the bandage wrapped too tightly around my left hand.

No one leaning close enough to smell the smoke in my coat.

“I’m deadheading,” he said.

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Asheville Strong – A Benefit EP for Asheville after Helene

Even though it is no longer headline news, the residents of Asheville are continuing to struggle. Please support in whatever way you can.

In June of 2006, I wrote a song called Asheville.

I had recently visited the town, and as I reflected on that visit and a conversation I had with an aging musician, I penned the lyrics below. I am a big fan of Johnny Cash, and this song’s musical cadence is my attempt to honor the Man in Black.

The song has always been one of favorites. Though I have yet to make a studio recording of the song, I have performed it live on numerous occasions where it has been well-received.

Upon learning of the recent devastation of Asheville by Hurricane Helene, I decided to release on an EP several live recordings as well as new mixes and interpretations of the song in solidarity with the people of Asheville as they begin the long hard task of cleaning up and rebuilding.

Proceeds from the sale of the EP will go to help Asheville rise from the rubble of this difficult time.

#AshevilleStrong

Listen and purchase (click the “buy all” button) on SoundCloud:

https://soundcloud.com/the-belly-hymns-project/sets/asheville-strong-helene-benefit-ep

Streaming at:

KMLS

Apple Music

https://music.apple.com/us/artist/1157198404

Spotify

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0TF18wwlkAs7CJS0mGYjH7

Visit https://kmls.bandcamp.com/album/asheville-strong-hurricane-helene-benefit-ep for more info.

Lyrics:
Asheville
June 4, 2006

Well, I’m going down to Asheville, Asheville, North Carolina
I won’t be going to Nashville, and get caught up in the Nashville Machine.
Asheville is where I’ll be.

I hear that it’s pretty, pretty in North Carolina.
It’s not the Music City, the city of broken dreams.
No, it’s Asheville for me.

Outside my window Mr. Mockingbird still sings his tunes for free
While in Nashville songs are bought and sold like commodities.
The melodies we make can never be owned by you and me
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze,
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze.

An old musician he was saying, he was saying unto me.
He said don’t you be playing, playing down in Nashville, Tennessee.
It took the music out of me.

(He said) When I was young, I hit the road, hit the road with all my dreams
I sold my soul, sold it to the Nashville Machine
Til there was no music left in me.

Outside my window Mr. Mockingbird still sings his tunes for free
While in Nashville songs are bought and sold like commodities.
The melodies we make can never be owned by you and me
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze,
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze.

Well, I’m going down to Asheville, Asheville, North Carolina
I won’t be going to Nashville, and get caught up in the Nashville Machine.
Asheville is where I’ll be.

I hear that it’s pretty, pretty in North Carolina.
It’s not the Music City, the city of broken dreams.
No, it’s Asheville for me.

October 7, 2024

#album #Asheville #AshevilleStrong #benefit #ep #featured #gofundme #Helene #hiking #Hurricane #hurricaneHelene #KeithLyndakerSchlabach #kmls #Music #NashvilleSound #Nature #northCarolina #SingerSongwriter #Songs #support #Travel

Asheville Strong – A Benefit EP for Asheville after Helene

Even though it is no longer headline news, the residents of Asheville are continuing to struggle. Please support in whatever way you can.

In June of 2006, I wrote a song called Asheville.

I had recently visited the town, and as I reflected on that visit and a conversation I had with an aging musician, I penned the lyrics below. I am a big fan of Johnny Cash, and this song’s musical cadence is my attempt to honor the Man in Black.

The song has always been one of favorites. Though I have yet to make a studio recording of the song, I have performed it live on numerous occasions where it has been well-received.

Upon learning of the recent devastation of Asheville by Hurricane Helene, I decided to release on an EP several live recordings as well as new mixes and interpretations of the song in solidarity with the people of Asheville as they begin the long hard task of cleaning up and rebuilding.

Proceeds from the sale of the EP will go to help Asheville rise from the rubble of this difficult time.

#AshevilleStrong

Listen and purchase (click the “buy all” button) on SoundCloud:

https://soundcloud.com/the-belly-hymns-project/sets/asheville-strong-helene-benefit-ep

Streaming at:

KMLS

Apple Music

https://music.apple.com/us/artist/1157198404

Spotify

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0TF18wwlkAs7CJS0mGYjH7

Visit https://kmls.bandcamp.com/album/asheville-strong-hurricane-helene-benefit-ep for more info.

Lyrics:
Asheville
June 4, 2006

Well, I’m going down to Asheville, Asheville, North Carolina
I won’t be going to Nashville, and get caught up in the Nashville Machine.
Asheville is where I’ll be.

I hear that it’s pretty, pretty in North Carolina.
It’s not the Music City, the city of broken dreams.
No, it’s Asheville for me.

Outside my window Mr. Mockingbird still sings his tunes for free
While in Nashville songs are bought and sold like commodities.
The melodies we make can never be owned by you and me
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze,
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze.

An old musician he was saying, he was saying unto me.
He said don’t you be playing, playing down in Nashville, Tennessee.
It took the music out of me.

(He said) When I was young, I hit the road, hit the road with all my dreams
I sold my soul, sold it to the Nashville Machine
Til there was no music left in me.

Outside my window Mr. Mockingbird still sings his tunes for free
While in Nashville songs are bought and sold like commodities.
The melodies we make can never be owned by you and me
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze,
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze.

Well, I’m going down to Asheville, Asheville, North Carolina
I won’t be going to Nashville, and get caught up in the Nashville Machine.
Asheville is where I’ll be.

I hear that it’s pretty, pretty in North Carolina.
It’s not the Music City, the city of broken dreams.
No, it’s Asheville for me.

October 7, 2024

#album #Asheville #AshevilleStrong #benefit #ep #featured #gofundme #Helene #hiking #Hurricane #hurricaneHelene #KeithLyndakerSchlabach #kmls #Music #NashvilleSound #Nature #northCarolina #SingerSongwriter #Songs #support #Travel

Asheville Strong – A Benefit EP for Asheville after Helene

Even though it is no longer headline news, the residents of Asheville are continuing to struggle. Please support in whatever way you can.

In June of 2006, I wrote a song called Asheville.

I had recently visited the town, and as I reflected on that visit and a conversation I had with an aging musician, I penned the lyrics below. I am a big fan of Johnny Cash, and this song’s musical cadence is my attempt to honor the Man in Black.

The song has always been one of favorites. Though I have yet to make a studio recording of the song, I have performed it live on numerous occasions where it has been well-received.

Upon learning of the recent devastation of Asheville by Hurricane Helene, I decided to release on an EP several live recordings as well as new mixes and interpretations of the song in solidarity with the people of Asheville as they begin the long hard task of cleaning up and rebuilding.

Proceeds from the sale of the EP will go to help Asheville rise from the rubble of this difficult time.

#AshevilleStrong

Listen and purchase (click the “buy all” button) on SoundCloud:

https://soundcloud.com/the-belly-hymns-project/sets/asheville-strong-helene-benefit-ep

Streaming at:

KMLS

Apple Music

https://music.apple.com/us/artist/1157198404

Spotify

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0TF18wwlkAs7CJS0mGYjH7

Visit https://kmls.bandcamp.com/album/asheville-strong-hurricane-helene-benefit-ep for more info.

Lyrics:
Asheville
June 4, 2006

Well, I’m going down to Asheville, Asheville, North Carolina
I won’t be going to Nashville, and get caught up in the Nashville Machine.
Asheville is where I’ll be.

I hear that it’s pretty, pretty in North Carolina.
It’s not the Music City, the city of broken dreams.
No, it’s Asheville for me.

Outside my window Mr. Mockingbird still sings his tunes for free
While in Nashville songs are bought and sold like commodities.
The melodies we make can never be owned by you and me
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze,
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze.

An old musician he was saying, he was saying unto me.
He said don’t you be playing, playing down in Nashville, Tennessee.
It took the music out of me.

(He said) When I was young, I hit the road, hit the road with all my dreams
I sold my soul, sold it to the Nashville Machine
Til there was no music left in me.

Outside my window Mr. Mockingbird still sings his tunes for free
While in Nashville songs are bought and sold like commodities.
The melodies we make can never be owned by you and me
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze,
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze.

Well, I’m going down to Asheville, Asheville, North Carolina
I won’t be going to Nashville, and get caught up in the Nashville Machine.
Asheville is where I’ll be.

I hear that it’s pretty, pretty in North Carolina.
It’s not the Music City, the city of broken dreams.
No, it’s Asheville for me.

October 7, 2024

#album #Asheville #AshevilleStrong #benefit #ep #featured #gofundme #Helene #hiking #Hurricane #hurricaneHelene #KeithLyndakerSchlabach #kmls #Music #NashvilleSound #Nature #northCarolina #SingerSongwriter #Songs #support #Travel

Asheville Strong – A Benefit EP for Asheville after Helene

Even though it is no longer headline news, the residents of Asheville are continuing to struggle. Please support in whatever way you can.

In June of 2006, I wrote a song called Asheville.

I had recently visited the town, and as I reflected on that visit and a conversation I had with an aging musician, I penned the lyrics below. I am a big fan of Johnny Cash, and this song’s musical cadence is my attempt to honor the Man in Black.

The song has always been one of favorites. Though I have yet to make a studio recording of the song, I have performed it live on numerous occasions where it has been well-received.

Upon learning of the recent devastation of Asheville by Hurricane Helene, I decided to release on an EP several live recordings as well as new mixes and interpretations of the song in solidarity with the people of Asheville as they begin the long hard task of cleaning up and rebuilding.

Proceeds from the sale of the EP will go to help Asheville rise from the rubble of this difficult time.

#AshevilleStrong

Listen and purchase (click the “buy all” button) on SoundCloud:

https://soundcloud.com/the-belly-hymns-project/sets/asheville-strong-helene-benefit-ep

Streaming at:

KMLS

Apple Music

https://music.apple.com/us/artist/1157198404

Spotify

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0TF18wwlkAs7CJS0mGYjH7

Visit https://kmls.bandcamp.com/album/asheville-strong-hurricane-helene-benefit-ep for more info.

Lyrics:
Asheville
June 4, 2006

Well, I’m going down to Asheville, Asheville, North Carolina
I won’t be going to Nashville, and get caught up in the Nashville Machine.
Asheville is where I’ll be.

I hear that it’s pretty, pretty in North Carolina.
It’s not the Music City, the city of broken dreams.
No, it’s Asheville for me.

Outside my window Mr. Mockingbird still sings his tunes for free
While in Nashville songs are bought and sold like commodities.
The melodies we make can never be owned by you and me
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze,
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze.

An old musician he was saying, he was saying unto me.
He said don’t you be playing, playing down in Nashville, Tennessee.
It took the music out of me.

(He said) When I was young, I hit the road, hit the road with all my dreams
I sold my soul, sold it to the Nashville Machine
Til there was no music left in me.

Outside my window Mr. Mockingbird still sings his tunes for free
While in Nashville songs are bought and sold like commodities.
The melodies we make can never be owned by you and me
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze,
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze.

Well, I’m going down to Asheville, Asheville, North Carolina
I won’t be going to Nashville, and get caught up in the Nashville Machine.
Asheville is where I’ll be.

I hear that it’s pretty, pretty in North Carolina.
It’s not the Music City, the city of broken dreams.
No, it’s Asheville for me.

October 7, 2024

#album #Asheville #AshevilleStrong #benefit #ep #featured #gofundme #Helene #hiking #Hurricane #hurricaneHelene #KeithLyndakerSchlabach #kmls #Music #NashvilleSound #Nature #northCarolina #SingerSongwriter #Songs #support #Travel

In June of 2006, I wrote a song called Asheville.

I had recently visited the town, and as I reflected on that visit and a conversation I had with an aging musician, I penned the lyrics below. I am a big fan of Johnny Cash, and this song’s musical cadence is my attempt to honor the Man in Black.

The song has always been one of favorites. Though I have yet to make a studio recording of the song, I have performed it live on numerous occasions where it has been well-received.

Upon learning of the recent devastation of Asheville by Hurricane Helene, I decided to release on an EP several live recordings as well as new mixes and interpretations of the song in solidarity with the people of Asheville as they begin the long hard task of cleaning up and rebuilding.

Proceeds from the sale of the EP will go to help Asheville rise from the rubble of this difficult time.

#AshevilleStrong

Listen and purchase (click the “buy all” button) on SoundCloud:

https://soundcloud.com/the-belly-hymns-project/sets/asheville-strong-helene-benefit-ep

Streaming at:

KMLS

Apple Music

https://music.apple.com/us/artist/1157198404

Spotify

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0TF18wwlkAs7CJS0mGYjH7

Visit https://kmls.bandcamp.com/album/asheville-strong-hurricane-helene-benefit-ep for more info.

Lyrics:
Asheville
June 4, 2006

Well, I’m going down to Asheville, Asheville, North Carolina
I won’t be going to Nashville, and get caught up in the Nashville Machine.
Asheville is where I’ll be.

I hear that it’s pretty, pretty in North Carolina.
It’s not the Music City, the city of broken dreams.
No, it’s Asheville for me.

Outside my window Mr. Mockingbird still sings his tunes for free
While in Nashville songs are bought and sold like commodities.
The melodies we make can never be owned by you and me
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze,
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze.

An old musician he was saying, he was saying unto me.
He said don’t you be playing, playing down in Nashville, Tennessee.
It took the music out of me.

(He said) When I was young, I hit the road, hit the road with all my dreams
I sold my soul, sold it to the Nashville Machine
Til there was no music left in me.

Outside my window Mr. Mockingbird still sings his tunes for free
While in Nashville songs are bought and sold like commodities.
The melodies we make can never be owned by you and me
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze,
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze.

Well, I’m going down to Asheville, Asheville, North Carolina
I won’t be going to Nashville, and get caught up in the Nashville Machine.
Asheville is where I’ll be.

I hear that it’s pretty, pretty in North Carolina.
It’s not the Music City, the city of broken dreams.
No, it’s Asheville for me.

https://keithmlyndaker.wordpress.com/2024/10/07/asheville-strong-a-benefit-ep-for-asheville-after-helene/

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In June of 2006, I wrote a song called Asheville.

I had recently visited the town, and as I reflected on that visit and a conversation I had with an aging musician, I penned the lyrics below. I am a big fan of Johnny Cash, and this song’s musical cadence is my attempt to honor the Man in Black.

The song has always been one of favorites. Though I have yet to make a studio recording of the song, I have performed it live on numerous occasions where it has been well-received.

Upon learning of the recent devastation of Asheville by Hurricane Helene, I decided to release on an EP several live recordings as well as new mixes and interpretations of the song in solidarity with the people of Asheville as they begin the long hard task of cleaning up and rebuilding.

Proceeds from the sale of the EP will go to help Asheville rise from the rubble of this difficult time.

#AshevilleStrong

Listen and purchase (click the “buy all” button) on SoundCloud:

https://soundcloud.com/the-belly-hymns-project/sets/asheville-strong-helene-benefit-ep

Streaming at:

KMLS

Apple Music

https://music.apple.com/us/artist/1157198404

Spotify

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0TF18wwlkAs7CJS0mGYjH7

Visit https://kmls.bandcamp.com/album/asheville-strong-hurricane-helene-benefit-ep for more info.

Lyrics:
Asheville
June 4, 2006

Well, I’m going down to Asheville, Asheville, North Carolina
I won’t be going to Nashville, and get caught up in the Nashville Machine.
Asheville is where I’ll be.

I hear that it’s pretty, pretty in North Carolina.
It’s not the Music City, the city of broken dreams.
No, it’s Asheville for me.

Outside my window Mr. Mockingbird still sings his tunes for free
While in Nashville songs are bought and sold like commodities.
The melodies we make can never be owned by you and me
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze,
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze.

An old musician he was saying, he was saying unto me.
He said don’t you be playing, playing down in Nashville, Tennessee.
It took the music out of me.

(He said) When I was young, I hit the road, hit the road with all my dreams
I sold my soul, sold it to the Nashville Machine
Til there was no music left in me.

Outside my window Mr. Mockingbird still sings his tunes for free
While in Nashville songs are bought and sold like commodities.
The melodies we make can never be owned by you and me
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze,
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze.

Well, I’m going down to Asheville, Asheville, North Carolina
I won’t be going to Nashville, and get caught up in the Nashville Machine.
Asheville is where I’ll be.

I hear that it’s pretty, pretty in North Carolina.
It’s not the Music City, the city of broken dreams.
No, it’s Asheville for me.

https://keithmlyndaker.wordpress.com/2024/10/07/asheville-strong-a-benefit-ep-for-asheville-after-helene/

#album #Asheville #AshevilleStrong #benefit #ep #featured #gofundme #Helene #hiking #Hurricane #hurricaneHelene #KeithLyndakerSchlabach #kmls #Music #NashvilleSound #Nature #northCarolina #SingerSongwriter #Songs #support #Travel

In June of 2006, I wrote a song called Asheville.

I had recently visited the town, and as I reflected on that visit and a conversation I had with an aging musician, I penned the lyrics below. I am a big fan of Johnny Cash, and this song’s musical cadence is my attempt to honor the Man in Black.

The song has always been one of favorites. Though I have yet to make a studio recording of the song, I have performed it live on numerous occasions where it has been well-received.

Upon learning of the recent devastation of Asheville by Hurricane Helene, I decided to release on an EP several live recordings as well as new mixes and interpretations of the song in solidarity with the people of Asheville as they begin the long hard task of cleaning up and rebuilding.

Proceeds from the sale of the EP will go to help Asheville rise from the rubble of this difficult time.

#AshevilleStrong

Listen and purchase (click the “buy all” button) on SoundCloud:

https://soundcloud.com/the-belly-hymns-project/sets/asheville-strong-helene-benefit-ep

Streaming at:

KMLS

Apple Music

https://music.apple.com/us/artist/1157198404

Spotify

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0TF18wwlkAs7CJS0mGYjH7

Visit https://kmls.bandcamp.com/album/asheville-strong-hurricane-helene-benefit-ep for more info.

Lyrics:
Asheville
June 4, 2006

Well, I’m going down to Asheville, Asheville, North Carolina
I won’t be going to Nashville, and get caught up in the Nashville Machine.
Asheville is where I’ll be.

I hear that it’s pretty, pretty in North Carolina.
It’s not the Music City, the city of broken dreams.
No, it’s Asheville for me.

Outside my window Mr. Mockingbird still sings his tunes for free
While in Nashville songs are bought and sold like commodities.
The melodies we make can never be owned by you and me
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze,
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze.

An old musician he was saying, he was saying unto me.
He said don’t you be playing, playing down in Nashville, Tennessee.
It took the music out of me.

(He said) When I was young, I hit the road, hit the road with all my dreams
I sold my soul, sold it to the Nashville Machine
Til there was no music left in me.

Outside my window Mr. Mockingbird still sings his tunes for free
While in Nashville songs are bought and sold like commodities.
The melodies we make can never be owned by you and me
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze,
Music is for sharing like the birdsong on the morning breeze.

Well, I’m going down to Asheville, Asheville, North Carolina
I won’t be going to Nashville, and get caught up in the Nashville Machine.
Asheville is where I’ll be.

I hear that it’s pretty, pretty in North Carolina.
It’s not the Music City, the city of broken dreams.
No, it’s Asheville for me.

https://keithmlyndaker.wordpress.com/2024/10/07/asheville-strong-a-benefit-ep-for-asheville-after-helene/

#album #Asheville #AshevilleStrong #benefit #ep #featured #gofundme #Helene #hiking #Hurricane #hurricaneHelene #KeithLyndakerSchlabach #kmls #Music #NashvilleSound #Nature #northCarolina #SingerSongwriter #Songs #support #Travel