Simple

written by Eva Anja Michel & Frank Renfordt
produced by Frank Renfordt

Eva Anja Michel - vocals
Frank Renfordt - vocals, acoustic guiar

Jessie Soliday - fiddle
Maciek Szczyciński - upright bass
Larry Salzman - percussion

Simple

When yes is a yes and no is a no
Life get's very simple just give it a go

Then you turn inside and see want you want
Strip away the maybes cants and just wonts
You remove life's dos and don'ts
And come closer to essence for meaning to show

For if you are clear inside and out 
You're easy to read people are on safe ground
Let a yes be a yes and a no be no
Life can be so simple if you give it a go

You will feel where you truly connect
What really is sound and what needs to be met
You will see what steps to take 
Where to commit and what choices to make
 
For if you are clear inside and out 
You're easy to read people are on safe ground 
Let yes be a yes and no be a no
Life can be so simple if you give it a go

Then you calm down and can truly respect
Your purpose mere being play some and rest

For if you are clear inside and out 
You're easy to read people are on safe ground 
Let yes be a yes and no be a no
Life can be so simple if you give it a go
Life can be so simple just give it a go

When The Streetlights Came On

written by Mick Logsdon & Frank Renfordt
produced by Frank Renfordt

Stephen Carey - vocals
Oleh Andrievsky - lead guitar 
Frank Renfordt - bass, rhythm guitar, programming

When The Streetlights Came On

                                Do you remember those days coming home after school                                   Books to the floor a quick change of the shoes 

Mom's didn't want us runnin’ round in the house 

So into the jungle we went 

What ever the weather it was always the same 

An army of kids gathered out in the lane 

Finding our place in the chaos and grit 

Oh the hours we spent 

The time flew by in the streets and the parks 

Where we prowled around like the gangs of New York 

Bikes and fights and games and girls 

Free to create our Neverland world 

When the sun starts to set it all had to pause 

Back through the door where we don't make the laws 

Parents never sure exactly where we'd gone 

We just had to be home 

When the streetlights came on 

Doubt that parents knew what they were doin' 

Carefree or naive but it seemed to workin’ 

Now those pools are paved over and rules keep growin' 

The treehouse 's still there but no one's playin' 

The time flew by in the streets and the parks 

Where we prowled around like the gangs of New York 

Bikes and fights and games and girls 

Free to create our Neverland world 

When the sun starts to set it all had to pause 

Back through the door where we don't make the laws 

Parents never sure exactly where we'd gone 

We just had to be home 

When the streetlights came on 

I wasn't aware of the luck that I had 
A family meal ready when I came back 

The love and the trust and the freedom to be 

Every thing that turned me into me 

The time flew by in the streets and the parks 
Where we prowled around like the gangs of New York 

Bikes and fights and games and girls 

Free to create our Neverland world 

When the sun starts to set it all had to pause 

Back through the door where we don't make the laws 

Parents never sure exactly where we'd gone 

We just had to be home 

When the streetlights came on 

When the streetlights came on 

We just had to be home 

We just had to be home 

When the streetlights came on 

America

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Frank Renfordt - vocals & acoustic guitar

America

Goodbye America
Farewell red white and blue
Once I was a friend 
Once I was in love with you
You broke my heart
Killed my believes 
It seems only grotesque 
But once I wore your pretty flag
Proudly on my chest 
Now liars rule the white house
And ICE troops scare the streets
America it hurts to watch you bleed
 
Goodbye America
Farewell red white and blue
Once I was a friend
Once I was in love with you
Back in grandpa's Germany
We've been down that road before
But you brought democracy
And a culture I adore
You lit a light to the darkness
Dropped chocolate from the sky
Oh sweet land of liberty
It hurts to watch you die 
 
I cry for you America 
Farewell red white and blue
Once I was a friend 
Once I was in love with you
Take your Jesus and your guns 
And your money go to hell
My Jesus is a different
He spoke on that hill
Of meekness and righteousness 
Of mercy and of care
Keep swearing on the bible
If you dare
 
I cry for you America
Farewell red white and blue
Once I was a fan
Once I was in love with you
You broke my heart
Killed my believes 
Now it seems only grotesque 
But once I wore your pretty flag
Proudly on my chest 
Goodbye America
Farewell red white and blue
It's time to get along 
Without You

Looking For Romance

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Liliia Kysil - vocals
Dima Fausto - horns
Oleh Andrievsky - solo guitar
Frank Renfordt - rhythm guitar, bass, keys, drum progr.

Looking For Romance  

Modern world's spinning fast 
Fed by superficial words and flashy lights
The Romeos didn't last
Lovers are matched by bits and bytes 
That's the way it is 
But I don't feel like this 
I need something more than a steamy tryst 
 
I'm looking for romance 
For a long lasting lover 
If that’s you by chance 
We maybe right for each other
Kiss me on midnight street 
In a cab's back seat 
Hold me in a slow dance 
I'm looking for romance 
 
I wanna be in your arms 
When the nightingale sings a lullaby 
Giving into your charms 
On a lonely beach beneath a starry sky 
Those dreams in twilight sleep 
Your touch so soft and sweet 
I want to feel our love running deep 
 
I'm looking for romance 
For a long lasting lover 
If that’s you by chance 
We maybe right for each other
Kiss me on midnight street 
In a cab's back seat 
Hold me in a slow dance 
I'm looking for romance 
 
Yeah 
 
I'm looking for romance 
For a long lasting lover 
If that’s you by chance 
We maybe right for each other
Kiss me on midnight street 
In a cab's back seat 
Hold me in a slow dance 
I'm looking for romance 
For a long lasting lover 
Is that you by chance 
We maybe right for each other
Kiss me on midnight street 
In a cab's back seat 
Hold me in a slow dance 
I'm looking for romance
I'm looking for romance 
I’m looking for romance 
I’m looking for romance 
I'm looking for romance 
I’m looking for romance 
I’m looking for romance 

Honey I tried 

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Easton Driver - vocals
Oleh Andrievsky - electric guitars
Frank Renfordt- acoustic guitar, bass, keys, drum progr. 

Honey I Tried 
 
I wanted you to be my heartbeat song 
My number one my evergreen 
And learned the harmonies to sing along 
I tried honey I tried 
I tried honey I tried 
 
I picked you flowers put your name on a star 
Threw in everything I could provide 
My platinum card 
My fragile heart 
Honey I tried 
 
Honey I tried 
Honey I tried 
I threw in everything I could provide 
It wasn't enough 
To keep you in love 
But honey I tried 
 
I gave away my ticket for the game on Friday night 
Didn't hang out with the boys for a beer instead
I took you out for a dinner by candlelight 
 
Yes I tried honey I tried 
Oh I tried honey I tried 
 
I trimmed my nails trimmed my hair kept it shaved down there 
Threw in everything I could provide 
Did the chores to appease you 
But I couldn't please you 
Honey I tried 
 
Honey I tried 
Honey I tried 
I threw in everything I could provide 
It wasn't enough 
To keep you in love 
But honey I tried 
 
We couldn't see eye to eye the stars did not align 
In the end it didn’t hurt to say goodbye 
 
Honey I tried 
Honey I tried 
I threw in everything I could provide 
It wasn't enough 
To keep you in love 
But honey I tried 
oh... 
Honey I tried 
Honey I tried 
I threw in everything I could provide 
It wasn't enough 
To save our love Honey I tried 

Turquoise Blue 

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Valen - vocals
Lucio Cheli - drums
Josue García - trumpet
Frank Renfordt - acoustic guitar & bass progr.

Turquoise Blue

I had a crush on you back then
 Now your message makes me smile
 You say you'd like to see me again
 Though it has a taste of something sweet
 I'm not sure if I'd love to meet
 It might hurt like hell but I finally agree
 Okay I'm in I'll be there at 8pm
 
You used to be my ocean wave
My lake view on the sunny days
Each time I dive into those eyes
I fall into that turquoise blue
That makes me wanna drown in you

 In that fancy restaurant
 We talk about the turns in life 
And I can't take my eyes off yours for long
 A little tipsy from the wine
 I feel my heart is on the line
 Should I hold on to a dream that's trapped in time
 Or better go out for a smoke and just be gone
 
You used to be my ocean wave
My lake view on the sunny days
Each time I dive into those eyes
I fall into that turquoise blue
That makes me wanna drown in you
 
Will you be my ocean wave
My lake view on the sunny days
If I dive into those eyes
And fall into that turquoise blue
Will you let me drown in you

Let It Rain

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Matt Dame - vocals 
Wanda Vick Burchfield - banjo, dobro and fiddle 
Mark Burchfield - bass 
Frank Renfordt - acoustic guitar + drum progr.
Itunu Nigeria  - gospel choir arrangement & recording

Let It Rain

Dusty fields dust on the road
Dusty boots dust in my throat
The waitress says we're out of beer
We’ve got a drinking problem here 
Not a single tiny puddle on the ground
You can’t find any clouds for miles around 

Oh Lord let it rain
Then let the sun shine again
Make corn barley and rye grow 
And let the cold one Flow
Oh Lord let it rain
Keep an eye on our grain
On hops and malt 
For the good of al 
lOh Lord let it rain

I don't know if it's climate change 
Or something the Chinese have arranged 
Or if we have the Fed to blame
For whatever is holding back the rain
I'm worried about the social implications 
Of living without brewer's fermentations

Oh Lord let it rain
Then let the sun shine again
Make corn barley and rye grow 
And let the cold one Flow
Oh Lord let it rain
Keep an eye on our grain
On hops and malt 
For the good of all
Oh Lord let it rain

Oh Lord let it rain
Then let the sun shine again
Make corn barley and rye grow 
And let the cold one Flow
Oh Lord let it rain
Keep an eye on our grain
On hops and malt 
For the good of all
Oh Lord let it rain
Amen amen

It's Still Going On

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Daniella Goldfine - vocals
Oleh Andrievsky - acustic guitar solo
Neemias Teixeira - piano/keyboard
Aaron Fabbrini - pedal steel guitar
Frank Renfordt - 12 string acustic guitar, bass & drum progr

It's Still Going On

I saw lasting peace coming closer
I hoped that mankind had moved on 
That days of destruction would be over 
Now I wonder what went wrong

Read the news and meet your nightmares 
See how truth get's kicked around
Now they're making swords from plowshares 
And all the demons are back in town

I thought we'd learned the lesson
And would let the flowers grow
No more pain and no oppression
No more white crosses in a row
No more mothers shedding tears for their sons 
No more wasting our money on guns
But it's still going on ohh....
It's still going on ohh....

Is peace on earth just an illusion? 
Will we ever learn from our sins?
Is it a stage of evolution?
Must Cain kill Abel again and again?

I thought we'd learned the lesson
And would let the flowers grow
No more pain and no oppression
No more white crosses in a row
No more mothers shedding tears for their sons 
No more wasting our money on guns
But it's still going on ohh...
It's still going on ohh...

I thought we'd learned the lesson
And would let the flowers grow
No more pain and no oppression
No more white crosses in a row
No more mothers shedding tears for their sons
No more wasting our money on guns It's still going on
ohh...
It's still going on
ohh...
It's still going on and on 
and on and on and on and on and on 
and on and on and on and on

You may say that I'm a dreamer 
But I'm not the only one

Midsummer 

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Liliia Kysil - vocals
Daniele Belli  - acoustic & electric guitars, keyboard
Larry Salzman - percussion
Frank Renfordt - acoustic guitar, bariton guitar, bass, drum progr.


Midsummer

A bonfires glow
Tom Petty on the radio
It's the first hot night in June
Miller's lite and fireflies
Funny girls and foolish guys
And a shy and jealous moon
 
Two hands that touch by chance
Two hearts begin to dance 
 
And I feel so alive
On this midsummer night
Stirred up inside
Filled with desire
Out of control 
Like a wildfire 
 
Dawn comes like a thief
All your friends are about to leave
But it feels wrong to let you go
My stomach's filled with butterflies
And the sparkle in your eyes
Tells me all I need to know 
 
Two souls nowhere to run
Two hearts beating like one
 
And I feel so alive
On this midsummer night
Stirred up inside
Filled with desire
Out of control 
Like a wildfire 
 
Dear new day
Can you still wait
Dear old sun please 
be a little late.
Stars up there
Can you just pretend 
As if this night would never end
 
Cause I feel so alive
On this midsummer night
Stirred up inside
Filled with desire
Out of control Like a wildfire 

Bitcoins & Tesla Shares

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Easton Driver - vocals
Andrew Timothy - guitars
Simon Röll  - drums
Aaron Fabbrini - pedal steel
Frank Renfordt - bass


Bitcoins & Tesla Shares

The caregiving love of your beautiful wife
The joy in the smile of your newborn child
The years that have passed and the years yet to come
The mentors and teachers you've learned so much from 
 
That makes a huge credit on your card
Do you even know how lucky you are 
 
It ain't Bitcoins it ain't Tesla shares
Leave it to crazy billionaires
It's a song on your lips
It's the love from your kids
Cause with money there's one big hitch
It ain't money that makes us rich 
 
The purring cat on your lap and your faithful dog 
The embrace of a friend and the praise on your job
The places you've found and what's still to explore
The peace in your mind and the absence of war 
 
That makes a huge credit on your card
Do you even know how lucky you are 
 
It ain't Bitcoins it ain't Tesla shares
Leave it to crazy billionaires
It's the song on your lips
It's the love from your kids
Cause with money there's one big hitch
It ain't money that makes us rich 
 
Don't waste your time striving for wealth
Enjoy your life and grow yourself 
 
It ain't Bitcoins it ain't Tesla shares
Leave it to crazy billionaires
It's the song on your lips
It's the love from your kids
Cause with money there's one big hitch
It ain't Bitcoins it ain't Tesla shares 
Leave it to crazy billionaires
It's time on your hands
It's a couple of grands 
Cause with money there's one big hitch
It ain't money that makes us rich

Small Town Loser

Written & Produced
by Frank Renfordt
Easton Driver - vocals
Andrew Timothy - guitars
Simon Röll - drums Frank Renfordt - bass


Small Town Loser

I've got her from the corner of my eye
Downtown at the CrossFit gym
I tried hard to avoid starring at her
But then she gave me that charming grin
I know she's out of my league
(She’s out of your league)
But she wanted this hillbilly boy
(She’s out of your league)
Honestly I don't know how serious she is
For now I'm happy if she treats me like a toy

I'm just a small town loser
And she's a glamorous queen
(glamorous queen)
She’s falling for a dead end cruiser
I'm in the middle of a dream
(middle of a dream)
She's the best thing that has ever happened to me
Better than I ever thought it could be
I'm totally out of my depth
It's so confusable
She's so beautiful

I found out she's an Insta celeb
Followed by a million fans
But she just picked me out - out of everyone
and now I'm happy to be putty in her hands
(yeah man)

I'm just a small town loser
And she's a glamorous queen
(glamorous queen)
She’s falling for a dead end cruiser
I'm in the middle of a dream
(middle of a dream)
She's the best thing that has ever happened to me
Better than I ever thought it could be
I'm totally out of my depth
It's so confusable
She's so beautiful

She says it's meant to be
It's not a fantasy
This is reality 
She is my destiny

I'm just a small town loser
And she's a glamorous queen
(glamorous queen)
She’s falling for a dead end cruiser
I'm in the middle of a dream
(middle of a dream) 
She's the best thing that has ever happened to me 
Better than I ever thought it could be 
I'm totally out of my depth 
It's so confusable She's so beautiful 

Liquor Store

Written & produced by Frank Renfordt
vocals, bass, keys and drum arrangement by Frank Renfordt
all guitars by Alessandro Maffei
background vocals by Lina

Cover photo by Dirk Schmidt


Liquor Store

I've got this message on my phone
Baby I'm alone at home
I feel lonely I feel blue
Need someone I long for you
Please don't leave me on my own
 
I haven't seen her in a while
She used to treat me like a child
I knowI've she isn't good for me
And common sense says let it be
But there's a craving I can't hide
 
She's the liquor in my store
She's the poison I want more
I drink her dry she makes me fly
To crash me back on the ground 
She's the coffee in my shop
She's the sugar on the top
I drink her dry she makes me fly 
But she only jerks me around 
 
Why does my heart beat so fast
I know her longing will not last
I'm just her toy her lover-boy 
Giving her a little joy 
For nothing else she ever asked
 
She's the liquor in my store
She's the poison I want more
I drink her dry she makes me fly
To crash me back on the ground 
She' the coffee in my shop
She's the sugar on the top
I drink her dry she makes me fly 
But she only jerks me around
 
She broke my heart a dozen times 
And I was her partner in crime
 
She's the liquor in my store
She's the poison I want more
I drink her dry she makes me fly
To crash me back on the ground 
She' the coffee in my shop
She's the sugar on the top
I drink her dry she makes me fly 
But she only jerks me around
Back on the ground

Pictures Of The Past

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Phoebe - vocals 
Neemias Teixeira - piano 
Anna Mozolevych - violin 
Olga Milgrandt - cello

Pictures Of The Past

Cold black rain
Days with no name
I still see you coming through that door
All colors gone
Our favorite song
Radio doesn't play it anymore 
 
Moving on 
Is easier said than done
Burning down the house we built to last
Moving on
To find a new place lit by the sun
Fading out the pictures of the past
 
In constant pain 
Memories remain
No point in running away from them
I try to deny
To pass them by
Things will never be the same again
 
Moving on 
Is easier said than done
Burning down the house we built to last
Moving on
To find a new place lit by the sun
Fading out the pictures of the past
 
Sighs in the dark
My helpless heart 
Searching for a reason to keep beating
No going back 
No secret map 
But I'll find my way I won't stop believing
 
Moving on 
Is easier said than done
Burning down the house we built to last
Moving on
And find a new place lit by the sun
Fading out the pictures of the past
Fading out the pictures of the past

When The Wind Picks Up

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Easton Driver - vocals
Andrew Timothy - guitars
Simon Röll - drums
Frank Renfordt - bass, organ


When The Wind Picks Up

On a joyride 
Below a blue sky
You by my side 
On a new high
When I look into your eyes
I don't see any shadow of a doubt 
You say you love me
But it's Sunday
Will you still want me
When it's Monday 
If not a single ray of sunshine
Breaks through the gloomy clouds
 
You and I have been hurt before
Do you think we can make it this time
Are you ready for another ride 
Does your heart beat like mine
 
Do you trust me 
Will you shout it out loud
If they catch me 
Will you bail me out
Will you still bet on me 
If none of my songs make a buck
Will you smile at me the way you are right now
When the wind picks up 
Oh when the wind picks up

ohuu...
ohuu...
 
Will you join me
In my struggle
If I'm off-key
Or in trouble
Will you stay here by my side   
Or would you rather hide and let me down
Make your mind up
Are you burnin'
For a true love
Can you imagine
Trading rings and vows
In that little church on the edge of town 
 
You and I have been hurt before
Do you think we can make it this time
Are you ready for another ride 
Does your heart beat like mine
 
Do you trust me 
Will you shout it out loud
If they catch me 
Will you bail me out
Will you still bet on me 
If none of my songs make a buck
Will you smile at me the way you are right now
When the wind picks up 
Oh when the wind picks up

ohuu...
ohuu...

You make me feel like I never felt before
I want to keep it for evermore
 
Do you trust me 
Will you shout it out loud
If they catch me 
Will you bail me out
Will you still bet on me 
If none of my songs make a buck
Will you smile at me the way you are right now
When the wind picks up 
And the going get's tough 
ohuu..
Oh when the wind picks up
ohuu..
ohuu..

Feeling Good

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Frank Renfordt - vocals, acoustic guitar, bass & drum arrangement
Aaron Fabbrini  - pedal steel guitar
Jessie Morgan - backing vocals

Feeling Good

There's a promise in the deepest blue
Of a southern summer night
When the shadows hide behind the moon
And the stars are shining bright
A sense of peace is in the air
A taste of whisky on my tongue 
And somewhere inside of me 
I hear the echoes of a song
And it goes 

(dib dibi dibi dib di)
I feel good (dibi dibi di)
I feel good (dibi dibi dib di)
I feel good (dibi dibi di)
I feel good (dibi dibi dib di)
I feel good (dibi dibi di)
I feel good (dibi dibi dib di)
Feeling good 

Captured in this moment
I'm one with the universe
Feel the presence of a maker
And a love I don't deserve
Even don't know what to wish for
As I see a falling star
Take another sip of whisky 
Humming this song from my heart
And it goes

Dib dibi ....

Then you come and join me
lay your head against my chest
I wrap my arm around your shoulders
And we put our fears to rest
We don't think about tomorrow 
And just let the good vibes play
Watching the wild moves of the bats
Until the break of day 
Singing... 

Dib dibi .....
We feel good ...

Highway Blue 

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Easton Driver - vocals
Volodymyr Chyzhovych - additional background vocals
Ender Mogollon - acoustic guitars & banjo
JL Folks - electric guitars
Neemias Teixeira  - piano
Frank Renfordt   - bass & drum prog.


Highway Blue

She was a surf instructor 
On the Mendocino coast 
Her easy friendly nature
Her honeyed smile I loved the most
The perfume of the redwoods
the summer and her kiss  
When I hit ramp to portland
I felt the weight of what I'd miss

Highway Blue where will you take me 
My homeless heart ain't gonna count the miles
I'm gonna let go of the letdowns
On this road to something new 
Leave it all behind on Highway Blue

I can't think of a clear reason why
Somehow we'd grown apart
I'd found a place of shelter  
But couldn't anchor in her heart 
I was just a desperado riding on a silver cloud
Now in the rear-view mirrow my dream of home is fading out

Highway Blue where will you take me 
My homeless heart ain't gonna count the miles
I'm gonna let go of the letdowns
On this road to something new 
I'll leave it all behind on Highway Blue

Wide open plains and snow capped mountains can't compete
With the wonders I could see
In her ocean blue eyes

Highway Blue where will you take me
My homeless heart ain't gonna count the miles
I'm gonna let go of the letdowns
On this road to something new 
Leave it all behind on Highway Blue
I'll leave it all behind on Highway Blue

Love Will Save Us All

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Claire Virginia - vocals
Frank Renfordt - vocals, bass 
Volodymyr Kotliarov - orchestra arrangement
Simon Röll - drums
Oleh Andrievsky - electric guitar 
Neemias Teixar - piano

Love Will Save Us All

Suppose I speak the angel's tongue 
Knowing all about heaven and earth
When I speak without love
What is it worth

Suppose my faith is big 
Bigger than torture's pain
If I don't have love 
It's all in vain.

Suppose I give it all away 
And I die like heroes do
Without love
There's no revenue

Love is patient 
Love is kind
Love is forgiveness
Love is blind
It always protects us
It always trusts 
It always hopes 
And never gives up

Love will never fail and never cheat
While our wisdom will pass away
What we know now is incomplete
But we will know it all someday 

Love is patient 
Love is kind
Love is forgiveness
Love is blind
It always protects us
It always trusts 
It always hopes 
And never gives up

Faith, hope and love will break our fall
Love will save us all

What You Said

Written by Hannah Louise Partridge & Frank Renfordt
Produced by Frank Renfordt
Carmen - vocals
Simon Röll - drums
Oleh Andrievsk - solo guitar
Frank Renfordt - guitar, mandoline, bass, keyboards

What You Said

What you said
What you said
I believed 
What you said
 
All those times we danced the night away
And those silly secret games we'd play
Your morning coffee everyday
I believed what you said
 
All those summer days in Hamelin bay
Watching the tide come in and roll away
I loved to listen to the words you say
Cause I believed what you said
 
What you said 
Oh what you said to me
In that parking lot on Maple Street
When you hold your body close to mine
Tellin' me you love me till the end of time
It stick's in my head 
What you said
 
All those evenings when we dined for two
The Coldplay vinyls and the asian food  
And you told me I was made for you 
And I believed what you said
 
Those winter walks along the lonely beach
Your cheeky post-its on the kitchen fridge 
Change came sneaking like a thief
Cause I believed what you said
 
What you said
Oh what you said to me
In that parking lot on Maple Street
When you hold your body close to mine
Tellin' me you love me till the end of time
It sticks in my head 
What you said
 
Got bad feelings in my gut
When that New-York-City girl showed up
I was a fool to believe
 
What you said
What you said
 
What you said
Oh what you said to me
In that parking lot on Maple Street
When you hold your body close to mine
Tellin' me you love me till the end of time
It sticks in my head 
What you said
What you said 
What you said

Your Man

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Mike - vocals
Jenny Sabi - background vocals
Simon Röll - Drums
Dennis Renfordt - solo guitar
Dima Fausto - Horns
Frank Renfordt - guitar, bass


Your Man

When I met my heartland girl
I loved her at first sight
Long blonde hair blowing in the wind
Blue-gray eyes that tell you everything's gonna be alright
 
One day she said - Will you take me to the fair? 
And I said - Girl I'll take you anywhere
And she said - That's a promise you won't keep
I said - My feelings run so deep 

I wanna be your man 
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man) 
I wanna be your man tonight 
I'm gonna treat you right 
Love you every which way I can 
I wanna be your man 
 
I thought when things are going like this 
Something more than kiss might be ok 
 But as I struggled with the button on her jeans 
(huhuhuu) - She pushed my hands away 

And she said  - I'm not that kind of girl 
And I said - Oh come on give it a whirl 
But she said  - I won't take my love to town 
I said  - I swear I'll never let you down
 
I wanna be your man 
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man) 
I wanna be your man tonight 
I'm gonna treat you right 
Love you every which way I can 
I wanna be your man 
 
Heartland girl 
I won't make your mama cry 
Heartland girl 
The good Lord will turn a blind eye 
Cause he will understand 
 
I wanna be your man 
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man) 
I wanna be your man tonight 
I'm gonna treat you right 
Love you every which way I can 
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man) 
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man) 
I wanna be your man tonight 
I'm gonna treat you right
 
 Love you every which way I can 
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man) 
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man)
 
 I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man) 
Your man (Your man) 
Your man (Your Man) 
I wanna be your man 
I wanna be your man 

Simply Man

VWritten by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay
Ron Wallace - vocals
Wanda Vick Burchfield - banjo, dobro, mandoline


Simple Man

She looked like a cover girl with legs up to the moon 
And I thought she was the answer to my prayers 
At first we had some fun but I realized pretty soon 
She plays a bad part in a Steven King nightmare 
It started with her hatin' my old Chevy 
Then she complained about my belly 
And she forced me into working out my abs 
She said I'd need a shave 
And that she doesn't feel safe 
When I'm aiming my shotgun at her cats 
 
I bore it for a while 
Till the day I thought I'd die 
I flew the coop and quit the gym 
Let my hair grow out again 
No one is ever gonna change me 
I am what I'm meant to be 
I am what I am 
A simple man 
 
One day I was invited to her parents house 
I cleaned my boots and dusted my old jeans 
I said howdy ma’m howdy sir yeah I'm from the South 
Tried hard to be friendly by all means 
Her old man asked about my studies 
And he talked about his Harvard buddies 
While sipping english tea sugar free 
I said I'm not a doctor 
But I know how to fix a tractor 
And if you need a hand then count on me 
 
I bore it for a while 
Till the day I thought I'd die 
I flew the coop and quit the gym 
Let my hair grow out again 
No one is ever gonna change me 
I am what I'm meant to be 
I am what I am 
A simple man 
 
Now I'm hangin' on my front porch 
With a six string in my hand 
Singing songs from old Dixieland 
And I’ll do this for a while 
Till the day I have to die 
I praised the lord since then 
He gave me freedom again 
No one is ever gonna change me 
I am what I'm meant to be 
I am what I am 
A simple man
Just a simple man 

After The Rain

Written by Anita Oakley & Frank Renfordt
Produced by Frank Renfordt
Michelle Hoy - vocals
Manuel Trabucco - Sax
Simon Röll - drums 
Frank Renfordt - guitar, bass, keyboards

After The Rain

The storm came unexpectedly 
With disbelief and tears 
When I found myself alone 
After we'd been in love for years 
I guess she's a little younger 
And he wanted her instead 
It took a sea of red wine 
To get that thought in my head 
 
I suffered in the silence 
Bathed myself in misery 
But time passed by and slowly 
My clouded eyes could see 
 
After the rain the grass is greener 
Birds start singing again 
After the rain the air is cleaner 
Take a deep breath and then 
All the bad feelings inside 
All the tears that you've cried 
They run dry 
And the puddles reflecting the sky 
Show clouds passing by 
And the sun shines again 
After the rain 
 
 
I had no desire 
To go out partying that night 
But my well intentioned friends 
Took me out for a ride 
I watched him at the bar 
Until he noticed me and then 
The sparks began to fly 
And we danced till 3 a.m 

After the rain the grass is greener 
Birds start singing again 
After the rain the air is cleaner 
Take a deep breath and then 
All the bad feelings inside 
All the tears that you've cried 
They run dry 
And the puddles reflecting the sky 
Show clouds passing by 
And the sun shines again 
After the rain 
 
After the rain the grass is greener 
Birds start singing again 
After the rain the air is cleaner 
Take a deep breath and then 
All the bad feelings inside 
All the tears that you've cried 
They run dry 
And the puddles reflecting the sky 
Show clouds passing by 
And the sun shines again 
After the rain 
 
After the rain the grass is greener

On A Nashville Night

Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay, Soncity Studio Nashville, TN
Mason Douglas - vocals

On A Nashville Night

You felt drawn to the Big Apple 
To party in a famous place 
But the bouncer wouldn't let you in 
Cause he just didn't like your face 
When you're on the run looking for fun 
Why not come down to Tennessee 
No fancy suits just jeans and boots 
Be John Wayne if you wanna be 
 
On a Nashville night 
Buy a drink for the one to your right 
Make new friends from around the world 
Dance and sing and kiss a cowgirl 
We unite tonight 
When the band plays 'Chicken Fried' 
Let your hair down on broadway 
It's gonna be alright 
On a Nashville night 
 
Shots of Tequila at Tootsies 
The singer's dancing on the bar 
Singing your song for a Jackson 
Someday she might be a star 
Guitar strums fiddle and drums 
Only good vibes in the air 
Luke and Blake and the good old Strait 
Country music everywhere 
 
On a Nashville night 
Buy a drink for the one to your right 
Make new friends from around the world 
Dance and sing and kiss a cowgirl 
We unite tonight 
When the band plays 'Chicken Fried' 
Let your hair down on broadway 
It's gonna be alright 
On a Nashville night 
 
Keep it light and easy 
Don't talk about politics 
Remember your room number 
Spread love and get your kicks 
 
On a Nashville night 
Buy a drink for the one to your right 
Make new friends from around the world 
Dance and sing and kiss a cowgirl 
We unite tonight 
When the band plays 'Chicken Fried’ 
Let your hair down on broadway 
It's gonna be alright 
On a Nashville night 
Yeah yeah 
On a Nashville night 
Hmm 
On a Nashville night 

A Place Called Earth

Written by Sascha Miskovic & Frank Renfordt
Produced by Frank Renfordt
Justin Beauchamp - vocals
Frank Renfordt - guitars, bass, keyboards, drum progr.

A Place Called Earth

Have you seen the desert bloom 
The colors of the light 
On a sunlit waterfall 
On a magic Arctic night 
Have you ever sung with whales out in the ocean 
Have you listened to their tales of mystery 
 
This world is a miracle 
This world is the gem of our galaxy 
This world is a miracle 
A paradise we’re blind to see 
We don’t know much about the endless universe 
But could it be that heaven is 
A place called earth 
 
Did you count the shades of green 
The abundance of wildlife 
Have you seen the giant trees 
And the melting Greenland ice 
Have you watched a starry sky from the top of a mountain 
Have you ever wondered why this all exists 
 
This world is a miracle 
This world is the gem of our galaxy 
This world is a miracle 
A paradise we’re blind to see 
We don’t know much about the endless universe 
But could it be that heaven is 
A place called earth

Why are we plunderers 
When we could be gardeners 
Maybe we could change 
If we could understand 
 
This world is a miracle 
This world is the gem of our galaxy 
This world is a miracle 
A paradise we’re blind to see 
We don’t know much about the endless universe 
But could it be that heaven is 
Could it be that heaven is 
Could it be that heaven is 
A place called earth

Suddenly

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt

Montel Moore  - vocals
Dima Faustov - Sax
Lev Borowsky - Trumpet & Bone
Frank Renfordt - guitar, bass, keyboards, drum progr.

Suddenly

I always saw you as a friend
We were neighbors in our childhood years
With barbecues on the weekends
And when my Charly died you shared my tears
'She's like a sister' said my dad
I've never valued what I had

But suddenly I feel the magic when I'm in a room with you  
And suddenly I see how beautiful you are 
And suddenly I realize that you're the one
I've always waited for
Yes it's true 
I'm suddenly in love
Suddenly in love 
I'm suddenly in love 
With you 

I tried to fill this empty heart 
Having superficial girls around 
Desperate dancers in the dark 
Of fashion bars and hottest clubs in town
Open for some casual flings
Chasing for fun and fancy things

But suddenly I feel the magic when I'm in a room with you  
And suddenly I see how beautiful you are 
And suddenly I realize that you're the one
I've always waited for
Yes it's true 
I'm suddenly in love
Suddenly in love 
I'm suddenly in love 
With you 

I'm suddenly in love
Suddenly in love 
I'm suddenly in love 
With you 

I'm suddenly in love
Suddenly in love 
I'm suddenly in love 
With you 

If The Sky Falls Down

Vocals: Chloe Edgecombe

Drums: Simon Röll

Written by Sascha Miskovi & Frank Renfordt
Produced by Frank Renfordt

Chloe Edgecombe  - vocals
Simon Röll - drums
Sascha Miskovitch - piano
Frank Renfordt - guitars, bass, keyboards


If The Sky Falls Down

Turn off the news turn off your phone 
Let the demons play the game on their own 
Come here to me 
Hold me tight 
I need you close tonight 
 
Keep me safe when nothing's safe anymore 
Show me what's worth fighting for 
This world is in trouble 
Love will endure 
I know for sure 
 
If the sky falls down 
And everything comes to an end 
When the saints have all marched home 
I’ll still be holding your hand 
If the sky falls down 
No matter what we go through 
Like Bonny with Clyde on a hell of a ride 
I wanna be there with you 
When the sky falls down 
 
We've been in love since senior year 
Someway somehow we've made it up to here 
Through highs and lows 
Our love has grown 
To a blessing of its own 
 
And f the sky falls down 
And everything comes to an end 
When the saints have all marched home 
I’ll still be holding your hand 
If the sky falls down 
No matter what we go through 
Like Bonny with Clyde on a hell of a ride 
I wanna be with you 
When the sky falls down
 (When the sky falls down) 
 
Nothing is constant but change in this world 
Everything spins and moves 
Sirens wailing but you're by my side 
There’s nothing to fear or to loose 
 
If the sky falls down 
And everything comes to an end 
When the saints have all marched home 
I’ll still be holding your hand
 (I’ll still be holding your hand) 
If the sky falls down 
No matter what we go through 
Like Bonny with Clyde on a hell of a ride 
I wanna be there with you 
If the sky falls down
 (If the sky falls down) 
And everything comes to an end 
When the saints have all marched home 
I’ll still be holding your hand 
If the sky falls down 
No matter what we go through 
I wanna be with you 

Along This Winding Road

Written by Sascha Miskovic & Frank Renfordt
Produced by Sascha Miskovic, Frank Renfordt, Leonardo Zorzi (Orchestra arrangement) 
Mixed by Fabio Trentini

Sascha Miskovic - vocals, piano


Along This Winding Road

The first snow in December causes chaos in the streets
Stuck in heavy weather I think of Christmas eve
How mama always tried to make a feast for everyone
The magic of this time of year where has it gone

Along this winding road 
Of growing old and growing up
I miss the grace of unconditional love
Along this winding road
The world turned into a different place
Somewhat colder now

Thinking about Christmas
I wanna turn back time
I wanna be that little boy
With wide astonished eyes
Sweet scents from the kitchen
Santa Claus is on his ride
I put out milk and cookies
This dream is still alive
Along this winding road
I lost so many places I called home

Mom hid the Christmas gift in grandma's old closet
Sometimes I snooped around I found packages and chocolate

Along this winding road
I found some love I found some truth
Some things will never change
We still play childhood games
Along this winding road
I lost my faith but always kept my sweetest memories


Thinking about Christmas
I wanna turn back time
I wanna be that little boy
With wide astonished eyes
Sweet scents from the kitchen
Santa Claus is on his ride
I put out milk and cookies
This dream is still alive
Along this winding road
I lost my faith but always kept my sweetest memories

Thinking about Christmas
I want to turn back time 
My sweetest Memories
I want to be that little boy 
with wide astonished eyes

Thinking about Christmas
ooh
I've lost so many places I called homeI called home

She Drives Her Own Truck

(A Smell Of Gravy)

Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay, Songcity Studio Nashville, TN

Matt Dame - vocals
Wayne Killius - drums
Kevin Grantt - bass
James Mitchell  - git
Mike Waldron - git, banjo

Philip DeSteiguer  - keys

She Drives Her Own Truck

She‘s a daughter of thunder 
Wildfire flaming in her eyes
A can‘t get enough hunter
A sweet demon in a hot angels disguise 
Take care if you gonna find a place beside her 
She will never be your shotgun rider

She drives her own truck 
Fueled by desire
She's ready to rock you 
To set you on fire
She lays down the laws 
Knows what she wants 
She ain‘t shy of anything but 
She drives her own truck

You should better take cover
When she starts making eyes on you 
She’s a dangerous lover
Breaking your heart the first rendezvous 
She don’t mind telling you this right away 
She’s not the one to catch the brides bouquet

She drives her own truck 
Fueled by desire
She's ready to rock you 
To set you on fire
She lays down the laws 
Knows what she wants 
She ain‘t shy of anything but 
She drives her own truck

Don't dig for love, don't fall into
She knows a hundred ways to make a fool of you

She drives her own truck 
Pedal to the metal
She knows what she’s got
This long legged devil
No way to go
You can't say no
She’s your biggest mistake, so what? 

She drives her own truck 
Fueled by desire
She's ready to rock you
To set you on fire
She lays down the laws 
Knows what she wants
She ain‘t shy of anything but 
She drives her own truck
Pedal to the metal
Look what she's got
This long legged devil
She drives her own truck
She drives her own truck
Look what she's gotSo what?

A Little Love

(A Smell of Gravy)

Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay at Songcity Studio Nashville, TN
Brittini Black (vocals)
Wayne Killius (drums)
Sam Hunt (bass)
Jon Conley (git)
Carl Miner (git)
Dane Bryant (keys)


She Drives Her Truck

Another hard day's night 
The phone doesn't ring anymore
Stayin' all alone
In my office on the second floor 
Scrollin' profiles on a dating site 
In the glow of a laptop light
I've done so well I've come this far
But why do I have to pay with an empty heart

I need a little love
Someone to lift me up
Someone who makes my heart beat fast 
With a burning hug
An’ just a little love
A couple of sweet kisses will make me feel alright 
I need a little loving tonight

It's eleven p.m.
I turn on the washing machine 
Days are never to long
For a single mother of three
I feel I'm fairly overdue
For somebodies arms to fall into

I need a little love
Someone to lift me up
Someone who makes my heart beat fast 
With a burning hug
An’ just a little love
A couple of sweet kisses will make me feel alright 
I need a little loving tonight

Maybe I'm strong
Maybe I'll get it all done
But for now I need a shoulder to lean on

I need a little love
Someone to lift me up
Someone who makes my heart beat fast 
With a burning hug
An’ just a little love
A couple of sweet kisses will make me feel alright 
I need a little loving tonight

Joanne

(A Smell Of Gravy)

Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay at Songcity Studio Nashville, TN
Dave Demay (vocals)
Wayne Killius (drums)
Sam Hunt (bass)
Jon Conley (git)
Carl Miner (git)
Dane Bryant (keys)


Joanne

Can you recall the time summer 79 
When we had our very first date
Our hearts beating fast and it felt like a blast 
That sweet sweet kiss by the lake

Oh Joanne
Life was a playground back then 
With our heads in the clouds 
Dancing feet on the ground 
Why can't it be like that again 
Oh Joanne
We had such a good time back then

Do you remember that friendly bartender 
Refilled our glasses when money was tight 
The juke box was playing and I heard you saying 
I ain't going home without you tonight

Oh Joanne
Life was a playground back then 
With our heads in the clouds 
Dancing feet on the ground 
Why can't it be like that again 
Oh Joanne
We had such a good time back then

Do you remember that rainy September 
We spent in that cabin down at the beach 
Nothing to do just me and you 
Loving and laughing between the sheets

Oh Joanne
Life was a playground back then 
With our heads in the clouds 
Dancing feet on the ground 
Why can't it be like that again 
Oh Joanne
We had such a good time back then

Now the lord is calling your name 
Not for long and he will ease your pain 
We had it all I got no complains

Oh Joanne
Life was a playground back then 
With our heads in the clouds 
Dancing feet on the ground 
Why can't it be like that again 
Oh Joanne
We had such a good time back then 
Oh JoanneI'd live our life all over again

Brighter Day

(A Smell Of Gravy)

Written & produced by Frank Renfordt
Frank Renfordt (vocals, git, keys, drum prog)
Jessie Morgan (bg vocals)
Zachary Manno (mandolin)

Brighter Day

When you were a little child 
You were afraid of the dark at night
You headed to your mama's bed 
With scary monsters in your head 
When you crawled under her wing 
Mom would softly start to sing

Tomorrow's gonna be a brighter day
The moon is shining through the clouds at three a.m. 
Close your eyes and let it all go 
Tomorrow will be fine again

You met a girl your queen of hearts 
But happiness was a house of cards 
You found yourself in an empty place 
Hurt and drunk and deprived of your faith 
But in deepest gloom
An old familiar tune echoed in you

Tomorrow's gonna be a brighter day
The moon is shining through the clouds at three a.m. 
Close your eyes and let it all go 
Tomorrow will be fine again

The years fly by on silent wings 
Narrowing your time and dreams 
The field is tilled the mortgage paid 
The kids grow up and graduate 
But you still feel young
And hum along to your mother's song

Tomorrow's gonna be a brighter day
The moon is shining through the clouds at three a.m. 
Close your eyes and let it all go 
Tomorrow will be fine again
Tomorrow's gonna be a brighter day
The moon is shining through the clouds at three a.m. 
Close your eyes and let it all go 
Tomorrow will be fine again
Tomorrow will be fine again

Santa Cruz

Written & Produced by Frank Renfordt
Ron Wallace - vocals
Sascha Miskovic - piano
Dennis Renfordt  - electric guitar
Frank Renfordt - acustic guitar, bass, drum progr.


Santa Cruz

Living was quite easy 
and sunshine was for free 
on my way to nowhere 
and further on to the sea 
She stopped right beside me 
her arms covered in tattoos 
and she said - can I give you a lift to Santa Cruz 
 
When I put my stuff into her van 
in the rearview I could see 
her certain smile for a little while 
man what’s gonna happen to me 
in Santa Cruz 
 
Falling in and making love 
bonfires and wetsuits 
head banging to Nirvana songs 
smoking weed and hanging loose 
in Santa Cruz 
 
We lived on selling bracelets 
to tourists on the promenade 
I showed her some guitar chords 
She taught me how to catch a wave
When the California beach vibes 
put us in a state of bliss 
it could have gone on forever like this 
 
But summer ended and a single tear  
was running down her cheek 
A last embrace and we went different ways 
and the wind blew bittersweet
in Santa Cruz 
 
Falling in and making love 
bonfires and wetsuits 
head banging to Nirvana songs 
smoking weed and hanging loose 
In Santa Cruz 
In Santa Cruz 
I had a damn good time in Santa Cruz
I had a damn good time in Santa Cruz

Girl With the Guitar case

Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay at Songcity Studio Nashville, TN
Brittini Black  - vocals

Girl With The Guitar Case

 Growing up in a small town 
 Can be tough for a girly teen 
 She starts writing songs 
 And is a karaoke queen 
 Heading down to Nashville 
 For mom it’s like going to war 
 But her dad spends a monthly salary 
 For a nice Martin guitar 
 
 Her head’s filled up with fresh tunes 
 Music’s running through her veins 
 And when she’s out of money 
 She’s not one who complains 
 See her walking down broadway 
 With a big smile on her face 
 Hold on and keep the faith 
 Girl with the guitar case 
 
 At daytime she’s a waitress 
 In a honky tonk bar 
 Sometimes she climbs the stage 
 To feel like a rising star 
 She’s working on her own songs 
 And rehearsing day by day 
 To stand in line for an open mike 
 At the Bluebird Cafe 
 
 
 Her head’s filled up with fresh tunes 
 Music’s running through her veins 
 And when she’s out of money 
 She’s not one who complains 
 See her walking down broadway 
 With a big smile on her face 
 Hold on and keep the faith 
 Girl with the guitar case 
  
 From time to time she feels so lost in this town 
                So tired of walking her way all alone 
                But whenever she falls in love with someone 
               It may end up in a bittersweet song 
 
 Her head’s filled up with fresh tunes 
 Music’s running through her veins 
 And when she’s out of money 
 She’s not one who complains 
 See her walking down broadway 
 With a big smile on her face 
 Hold on and keep the faith 
 Girl with the guitar case 
 Hold on and keep the faith 
 Girl with the guitar case

She Takes Me Home

Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay at Songcity Studio Nashville TN
Ron Wallace - vocals

She Takes Me Home

She found me in a dark place
A demon in every corner
I felt so lost in this rat race
And I couldn't run any further
She wasn't scared of my whiskey kiss
Held my hand for a prayer
Covered me with affection I'd deeply missed
Woke me up from a nightmare

I guess she is an angel,
Her love makes me believe once again
When she's calling me baby  
I feel I can be a better man
She's gives me here warmth
She don't let me down
She's my patron in this firestorm
I don't walk alone
She takes me home
She takes me home
Home
She takes me home

Sun is rising over Tennessee
It smells of coffee and fried bacon
She laid all night beside me 
And kept the bad from breakin' 

Yeah she is an angel,
Her love makes me believe once again
When she's calling me baby  
I feel I can be a better man
She's gives me here warmth
She don't let me down
She's my patron in this firestorm
I don't walk alone
She takes me home
She takes me home
Home
She takes me home

I'll give it all back to her one day 
I'll give it all back to her 
Whenever she needs me 
I'll pay my debt I swear

Cause she is an angel,
Her love makes me believe once again
When she's calling me baby  
I feel I can be a better man
She's gives me here warmth
She don't let me down
She's my patron in this firestorm
I don't walk alone
She takes me home
She takes me home
Home
She takes me home
She is an angel
My patron in this firestorm
I don't walk alone she takes me home

Down At Chickamauga Creek

Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Frank Renfordt
Mixed by Dave Demay
Adam Cunningham - vocals
Dennis Renfordt - solo guitar
Frank Renfordt - guitar, bass, keyboard, drum prog.


Down At Chickamauga Creek

With a burning heart 
On the way to fight
Ready for adventures
Eager for the first strike
When the train set off we felt no regret or fear

I kissed my sweetheart goodbye 
A hero would come back
The lord would protect me
With her hymn book in my pack
And I said: don't worry girl I'm gonna marry you next year

But then the sun set blood-red
And the southern wind was full of lead
Hell's bells pealed
When we were fighting on the battlefield
Down at Chickamauga Creek 

Gun smoke filled the air
We aimed at silhouettes
A taste of blood on my tongue
When the bullet hit my chest
And the screams of dying horses echoed in my head 

When the canons stopped firing
And night fell with a grace
I prayed and thought of her
Dreamed myself into another place
And the wailing of the wounded gave way to the silence of the dead

And then the sun set blood-red
And the southern wind was full of lead
Hell's bells pealed
When we were dying on the battlefield
Down at Chickamauga Creek 

When she feels a cool breeze on her cheek 
And wonders what it could be
The hushed whisper in her ear
The southern wind was full of lead
Hell's bells pealed 
When we were dancing on the battlefield
Down at Chickamauga Creek

The Man Who Never Was

Written by Anita Oakley & Frank Renfordt
Produced by Frank Renfordt, Sascha Miskovic, Justin Lepard
Mixed by Dave Demay

Sascha Miskovic - vocals
Justin Lepard - cello
Frank Renfordt  - acoustic guitar


The Man Who Never Was

You gave her everything her heart desired
Roped the moon for her down from the sky
Gave her piggy-back rides through the tender years
And helped to put that twinkle in her eyes

You saw her through her teenage heartaches
Supported her down every road she chose
Held the light for her in bitter darkness
Helped her bloom into a lovely rose

You're the woman who was always there
Holding her and taking care
I never took her fishing or called her just because
I'm just the man who never was

And through the years I've missed so many blessings
Taking pride in the woman she’s become
With tears and laughter sprinkled through each moment
I never was a part of any one

You're the woman who was always there
Holding her and taking care
I never took her fishing or called her just because
I'm just the man who never was
              
I walked away in anger but if I could I would rewind my life 
I walked away from love and left the best part of me behind 

You twirled her playfully across the dance floor
On this special day that you gave the bride away
You held her newborn babies in your loving arms
Relishing those moments every day

You're the woman who was always there
Holding her and taking care
I never took her fishing or called her just because
I'm just the man who never was

I'm nothing but the man who never was

Summer 's Gone

(The Cumberland River Project - Debut Album)

Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay at Songcity Studio Nashville, TN
Matt Dame - vocals


Summer 's Gone

The Carolina sky is fading to grey
And the pier on the beach clouded in mist
With tears in her eyes she sighed it's okay
Leaving me with a lump in my throat 
And a farewell kiss

When we were walking on cloud nine
I thought the sun would always shine 
Now radio 's playin' a rainy day song
And time 's moving on
A northern breeze is blowin' in
Raising goose bumps on my skin
A roosters crowing in the foggy dawn
Sweet summer 's gone 

Tanned skin glowing dusky in moonlight
With all my senses drinking her in
Learning all the secrets of a magic night
Caressed by the gentle whisper 
Of a southern wind

When we were walking on cloud nine
I thought the sun would always shine 
Now  radio 's playin' a rainy day song
And time 's moving on
A northern breeze is blowin' in 
Raising goose bumps on my skin
A roosters crowing in the foggy dawn
Sweet summer 's gone 

Diving so deep and flying so high
It felt so wrong to say goodbye

When we were walking on cloud nine
I thought the sun would always shine 
Now  radio 's playin' a rainy day song
And time 's moving on
A northern breeze is blowin' in
Raising goose bumps on my skin
A roosters crowing in the foggy dawn
Sweet summer 's gone 

And radio 's playin' a last summer song

© 2019 Sentric Music

Wild horse Rider

(The Cumberland River Project - Debut Album)
Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay at Songcity Studio Nashville, TN
Matt Dame  - vocals


Wild Horse Rider

She is a little less ballet than rodeo

She's beautiful but it's not like her to show
Grown up in the fields of Arkansas
Raised by brother John and her grandma

More confident than everyone I've met
Hands on her hips daring me a bit 
She's nobody's fool, but she's my girl
And sometimes I may be a fool for her

A sexy grin and sunburned skin
A worn-out baseball cap
Working gear and ash blond hair
Yeah - she's like that

My red rose from the cotton fields
She's a little bit off the track
Rough but irresistible
Yeah - she is like that
Never try to tame her 
She'll buck you off her back
Like a wild horse rider
Yeah - it feels like that

She's the fastest gun in town and she ain't shy
But a dead bird on the porch will make her cry
She's pretty she's hot and so damned smart 
But best of all she's got a golden heart

A sexy grin and sunburned skin
A worn-out baseball cap
Working gear and ash blond hair
Yeah - she's like that

My red rose from the cotton fields
She's a little bit off the track
Rough but irresistible
Yeah - she is like that
Never try to tame her
She'll buck you off her back
Like a wild horse rider
Yeah - it feels like that

Sometimes she needs a shoulder to lean on
I'm proud she's chosen me to be the one

My red rose from the cotton fields
She's a little bit off the track
Rough but irresistible
Yeah - she is like that
Never try to tame her
She'll buck you off her back
Like a wild horse rider 
It feels like that

My red rose from the cotton fields
She's a little bit off the track
Rough but irresistible
Yeah - she is like that
Never try to tame her
She'll buck you off her back
Like a wild horse rider 
Yeah - it feels like that

© 2019 Sentric Music

Honey in my Head

(The Cumberland River Project - Debut Album)

Written by Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay at Songcity Studio Nashville, TN


Honey In My Head

Her hair like sunlight
On a field of wheat
Eyes filled with wonder
Freckles on her cheeks
Drunk with her beauty 
Stoned on her smile
Her smalltown sweetness
Knocks me out for a while

She's like honey in my head
Since the sunny summer day we met
It's raining kisses on her neck
Heaven in my bed honey in my head
I've never felt like that
Sweet sweet things that she did
Everything is spinning a bit
Around around around around
In my head in my head in my head
She's like honey in my head

Don't need no whisky
To get a buzz like that 
To be this happy
I don‘t need Prozac 
She makes me dizzy
With her fingertips
An' like a bee to a blossom 
I'm addicted to her lips 

She's like honey in my head
Since the sunny summer day we met
It's raining kisses on her neck
Heaven in my bed - honey in my head
I've never felt like that
Sweet sweet things that she did
Everything is spinning a bit
Around around around around
In my head, in my head, in my head
She's like honey in my head

I'll never forget our hot rendezvous
And how I discovered her tiny secret tattoo

She's like honey in my head
Since the sunny summer day we met
It's raining kisses on her neck
Heaven in my bed - honey in my head
I've never felt like that
Sweet sweet things that she did
Everything is spinning a bit
Around around around around
She's like honey in my head
Since the sunny summer day we met
It's raining kisses on her neck
I love you she said - honey in my head
I've never felt like that
Sweet sweet things that she did
Everything is spinning a bit
Around around around around
In my head in my head in my head
In my head in my head
In my head
She's like honey in my head

© 2019 Sentric Music

Back on the road

(The Cumberland River Project - Debut Album)
Written by Dave Demay & Frank Renfordt
Produced by Dave Demay at Songcity Studio Nashville, TN
Matt Dame - vocals


Back On The Road

Some friends took me out on the town 
Yeah, I'm doing fine
For the very first time
Since she let me down 
Like a worn-out truck, 
Trash on the dash, 
Tires flat, out of gas, 
And stuck in the mud 

Now her image is fading, like an old Polaroid
I rev the engine up, and leave that dust behind 

I'm back on the road
Girl I did recover
Life is painted red
Yes I'm back
Looking for another
Heart that I can hold
I’m back on the road
Yeah, I'm back on the road 

Yeah I'm ready to roll 
I’m in damn good shape 
Ever since I escaped 
Now it’s all systems go 

Locking eyes with a girl on a Friday night 
Gonna ask her name and take her for a ride 

I'm back on the road
Girl I did recover
Life is painted red
Yes I'm back
Looking for another
Heart that I can hold
I’m back on the road
Yeah, I'm back on the road 

Rain stops pouring
Birds start singing again 
It's not if but when 

I'm back on the road
Girl I did recover
Life is painted red
Yes I'm back
Looking for another
Heart that I can hold
I’m back on the road
I'm back on the road
Girl I did recover
Life is painted red
Yes I'm back
Looking for another
Heart that I can hold
I’m back on the road
Yeah I'm back on the road

Girl I did recover 
(life is painted red yes I'm back)
I’m out to find another 
(life is painted red yes I'm back)
Heart that I can hold 
(life is painted red yes I'm back) 
I'm back on the road 

© 2019 Sentric Music