It’s time to move everything over to the new site in preparation of my soon to be released record RESERVOIR HILL. Thank you to all who enjoyed the demo process with me and gave me very helpful notes and unwavering support.
Love you all!
Bernie
Hummingbird Studios - Los Angeles, CA
The songs are coming to life in the studio. As the process moves forward I’ll be sharing artwork, clips of songs and any other info I deem worthy of acknowledgment. If you’re checking the site, thank you :)
I try to remember the feel of your steel gray eyes from across the room. It’s safe to assume, but I won’t. I try to remember the calm of the summer night in that sleepy town when the moon fell down, but I can’t.
Should I try something new?
I’ll leave the weight of the day like grains of sand in your steady hands; let it all fall through and I know. If I could let go of the need to find meaning in everything, would I be more like you?
Should I be more like you?
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Something New demo- a quick little demo of a work in progress…fitting title, I suppose.
170 Plays
Soft-lit towers lead the way home as you snap still-frames with your mind. Ambiance and gentle winds call. They blow; your hair sticks to your lips.
Maybe you need some free advice. Just take your life…
I dream you walking poetically in New York. The treetops bend and split the sun. Yellow bodies, former leaves, fall and you stop to mourn just one.
Maybe you need some free advice. Just take your life, slide it onto thin ice but hold on tight.
A saxophone echoes from blocks away and it finds you as you walk like a ghost through the crowds. You’re haunting city streets with hopes to be seen, but you’re never seen.
Maybe you need some free advice. Just take your life, slide it onto thin ice or jump from the highest height. I’ll watch you take flight as I hold on tight. I’ll hold on tight.
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Free Advice demo - a song from a summer evening in New York City three years ago.
80 Plays
I saw you setting fire to the mountain range that separated our skies; lessening the divide. California waits when no one else seems to take a breath for love. It’s not moving fast enough.
At the foot of the drive you pull me to your side saying “I see it in your heart. You don’t have to try so hard.” I saw you healing wounds in the coastal rain on some forgotten Sunday.
So I’ll say, “We’re halfway there.”
