Songwriter · Recording Artist
Amy Crowson
A life, in three chapters
I've been carrying these songs for a long time.
Some have already found their way into the world.
Some are just beginning.
Some are still waiting for the right season.
Chapter One
45 South
Released — 2006
A first record made of two-lane roads and the people you leave at the end of them.
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Fragments
Pieces left in the margins
Scraps of songs, notebook lines, half-thoughts caught at 3 AM. Scattered here the way they were lived — out of order, out of pocket.
If the whole world turns away tonight And every window closes tight I'd still be reaching through the dark Trying to find where you are
— random lyrics that come to me
I keep hearing songs in my dreams again. Full on melodies, lyrics, scores. I haven't been able to wake up yet to document them. But they are there again — begging to get out. Aching to become songs.
— journal · june
Tonight I played the new songs for someone I'd just met. She listened to every one of them. Asked questions. Wanted the stories. When they drove home I was convinced I'd talked too much. It's strange how easy it is to write the truth into a song and how difficult it is to believe someone when they tell you it mattered.
— journal · june