DescriptionI’d describe myself as a genre bender. I’ve written songs from the warmth of folk and chamber pop to the explosion of Disco and Rock. My main skill is narrative and atmosphere. I also know how to write extended metaphors and write in ways that reflect feelings and the human experience.

Lyrics

Genres: Rock, Folk, Singer-Songwriter

(Verse 1)
I’ve grown to lose control
Of these hands of cherries 
Chasing flying songbirds of love
‘Cause you painted me a portrait,
Skylight eyes and blossoming kisses
Before the brushstrokes turned into storms

(Chorus)
You stripped my bark, you watched me bleed
You wanted me to be birchwood 
But I was a black cherry tree
You wanted a bitch’s wood
But I was a black cherry tree 

(Verse 2)
And you can’t put lace ‘round my branches
You can’t chop me down with dignity
If you wanted my blossoms to be white
Why’d you have me become burgundy?
If you wanted my blossoms to be white
Why’d you sew up this life to seam like this?

(Chorus)
You stripped my bark, you watched me bleed
You wanted me to be birchwood
But I was a black cherry tree
You wanted a bitch’s wood
But I was a black cherry tree 

(Refrain)
You wanted me to be birchwood 
But I was a black cherry tree
You “wanted me lifelong”
But “I was never pleased”

(Bridge)
The roots will rot will rot will rot will rot will rot
And I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go
But you had this place under control 
Why has it turned to a madhouse garden?
You had it under control
But you kept quiet too long

(Instrumental build up)

(Post-Bridge)
You wanted a bitch’s wood, admit it
You wanted a pleasing bitch, admit it
You wanted a bitch’s wood, admit it
You wanted a pleasing bitch

(Chorus)
You stripped my lark, you watched it bleed
But I was a black cherry tree
You wanted me to be birchwood 
You wanted a bitch’s wood
But I was a wild breed
You couldn’t wed me in