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singer songwriter acoustic folk country christian denver hecky
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singer/songwriter. I write about things that happen and try to catch the emotion of the event.
Hello everyone welcome to my music! I am a native Ohioian born and raised, My music is plain and simple country folk some rock style with an easy beat and christian message. I play the 6 string acoustic guitar (Takamine) and sometimes a Les Paul. All the songs are done in my home studio and the sound quality although not professional, is enough to get the message out. I write songs that come from my heart and speak to your soul. If you like songs that bring out emotions then your at the right place. Check out my songs and let me know what you think.
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Genre
Country • Country-Pop
Charts
#880 in subgenre Peak #22
Charts
Peak #103
Author
Karl Hecky
Rights
Karl Hecky 2008
Uploaded
October 24, 2009
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:29
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Faded Sheets © 2008 Karl Hecky A fresh layer of white was falling, falling from the sky, When she searched the empty cupboard, to feed her hungry five. Maybe a spoonful of rice, or a stale piece of bread, Anything to quiet the hurting she felt inside her head. Her smile turned into a quiver as the tears streamed down her cheek. Holding on to hope grows dimmer when there's no more food to eat. The money had long run out, since her husbands fateful drive. The jobs she found would barely, keep the lights alive. Her thread of hope was fading, when he arrived at her door. It was his turn to deliver what he thought a Christmas chore. A box of kitchen staples, new sox for tiny feet, Worn out old garage towels and mismatched faded sheets. It didn't seem like much to him; it was hardly worth his time. As he handed her that box, great joy filled her eyes. Her smile began to quiver as the tears streamed down her cheek. He was humbled to his core by worn out towels and faded sheets. Few words were said between them but from her face he knew. She couldn't be happier by worn out towels and faded sheets. He walked away overflowing to do it all over again. He walked away someone else, a sense of guilt from what he'd gained. It seems he got so much, more from the box than she. He can't explain this feeling, that washes over him. Then his smile begins to quiver as the tears stream down his cheek. He's humbled to his core by worn out towels and faded sheets.
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