John Lee Hooker, Tina Turner, Ray Charles, Lou Reed, Velvet Underground, Iggy Pop, Leonard Cohen, Barry White, Al Green, Tom Waits, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Jeanne French, Regina Spektor, Stevie Wonder, Temptations, Bobby Womack, Nina Simone, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Violent Fems, Aretha Franklin, Old gospel music, Cash, Dylan...
Hey Sean - one of these days I won't be working when you have a show :( - I have a house full of Sean Rowe fans...Haha I'm livin with my bro and we came home and he recognized your music on 97.7...That was a good interview. - I'm sure ur finding the time to get outside and be around the real stuff! I've decided to do a garden next season and start fermenting my own Kombucha tea - that stuff gets expensive! Well, later on, keep it real brotha.
You are being featured on INDIE ARTIST WEEK, so you have been added to my Top Friends for the week! Also, I have posted "Wrong Side of the Bed" on my player this week! Keep on rockin'!!!
My Dear Sean Rowe, I want you to know that your music and your songs are my passion. I am addicted. There is something that pulls me towards them. Keep it up Sean Rowe. B PS:Follow Me Twitter at http://twitter.com/iaent
Hiya, thanks for being a friend - I enjoyed visiting YourSpace :-) Keep it up May your life be full of love, light and fun... hugs SOREN - Beats for change - NYERTUN
Well, I'm drunk again With my new best friend Good old what's-her-name Feeling no pain
I'll cry in my beer I'll drown in my tears I'll sleep in my clothes, that is, If I sleep alone
What does it matter That I try to change When things all around me Stay just the same And what is the matter With this easy place Where mirrors don't force me To look at my face
I hate my job And my car needs ... everything When my husband goes traveling He takes off his ring I'm top shelf Sometimes the bottom as well Because comfort ain't cheap But it gets you some sleep
u havea brill voice :) cos some times when u see solo acts it feels as if theres a vital element missing but u've really got it sussed and ur sound is really whole do u know hwta i mean like u dont need to add anything to it cos everything it needs is already there :)
Hey Sean - Glad to hear you're not one to carry bombs in your guitar case, though I'm sure you're having a blast (pun intended:) - keep rockin it! Looking forward to another good show with you and Railbird...You continue to inspire!
Hey Sean! Great show at Bread & Jam - My grandmother from Florida was really excited to get to hear (& buy :) your music and meet you as well. hope the Lakehouse rocked...I was hoping you would check out the newer song I posted - I would be honored to hear what you think if you get a chance. I've been working hard but still having fun :) see ya!
Hey Sean, thanks for the friend request - your right...I dig your music - what Tom Waits and Leonard Cohen fan wouldn't? Sounds amazing, I'll be picking up Magic. Thanks for the music and keep it up. Here's hoping to a Canadian tour!
Ritchie and Ralphy were quite a pair. When they entered a room it filled up everywhere! They would breath in the magik rocks of crack And giggle about crack whores and hammer dicks and silly things like that.
They talked and bragged with such delight About their brawn in macho fights, But deep inside they were childish elves Sadly lost within themselves.
Leon was the “Newfy” who bitched at rules and such. With his loudly, subtle accent you couldn’t understand too much. The demon gets quite pissed When convenient using spots are missed! “No” is simply not a word on the active addicts list But, I do give them credit for the way they do persist.
Ernest had tunnel vision When it came to “pissed and stoned”, Fresh from his lengthy time in prison, Much too fresh to leave alone!
The no named married woman, who secretly slips away, Deceiving all her loved ones With her blatant, hidden cravings to let the demon play Keeps on and on with her head games her usual, flippant way.
Robby is the youngest one With his constant “someone’s here,” Paranoid and disillusioned with sanely comforts And patients from the queer.
The queer was just the watcher And the guardian of the gate With a tiny seed of hope before it was too late While Jay calmly continues With his pleading start and stop of time, His form of letting go deceiving, Letting the hungry demon go . . . .ahead with the eating of his mind.
Lonely people searching a minute at a time For some sanity and comfort before they lose their fucking minds!
The moon has passed us With its’ fullness once again. It was earth mothers’ magik way To have a peek and lighten up the night While preparing for the eyes of time To see the magik of the day.
The empty souls were crying more and more For them to let us in As they scratched about their way. Lost souls in absent tears With manik pain and endless fears, With no thoughts about their day, With no thoughts about their years.
The constant of insane, A muffled cry for us to ease their plight. For fuck sakes ease this torture Of pleasured, ruthless pain With a call for hope and the kiss and touch Of earth mothers’ gentle might, A might we crave and need so much!
Earth mother heard the cries of naked woe. The sky grew to an eerie, demon black Foretelling where they could end up Or choose to go, The magik clean of mind Or the deadly dust of blow, With the blackness of a pull And a whisper to come back From where. . . . . . . we’ll never, fucking know!
And then came the brightness of the moon, So bright to blind all eyes that stare. The blind of simple black and white, The power of the moon and sky, All souls and minds and hearts were bare, A foreshadowing reflecting those about to die With earth mother sadly watching While she shed a simple tear to cry . . . . . . . But no one seemed to care!
