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Pete Kronowitt, a seasoned singer/songwriter who just released his fourth album, A Lone Voice. A Lone Voice features a set of lyrical new songs spanning folk, p
I have 3 fully produced CDs. Mostly acoustic. My 3rd album, "elements," is comprised of 12 songs spanning the full spectrum of relationships. From the first tug of the heart string to the first salvo of war to saying goodbye in a style best suited for today’s reality TV. I wrote a a wedding song, "Now It’s We," which is built upon a lyrical foundation of trust, respect and friendship is the centerpiece of "elements." Each song on “elements” represents its own story, yet the complete collection of songs creates an interwoven narrative of family, friends, emotion, and personal perspectives of societal struggles.
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Peak #1,196
Peak in subgenre #197
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Pete Kronowitt
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Pete Kronowitt
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March 09, 2007
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MP3 3.7 MB 128 kbps 4:06
Story behind the song
she was a cartoon character he was a secret service agent who carried a gun in a bar i was really drunk i tried to play upon a bunch of stuff and then in the studio this song came together.
Lyrics
Hey, where are you going? And who’s that guy standing next to you? Well I never really liked cretins Well he's short and hairy and carries a gun too I never knew nothin' 'bout love The other shoe don't fit like a glove Hey, there's a role reversal I don't think I can get used to this Well I'm not too controversial But the more beer I drink the more I'm pissed Are you a fair weather friend? I think I'm at my ropes end And I feel like I'm just killing time Cause I can't stop on just one thin dime Caught between two worlds and all alone I wanted to go back but you can't go home You put me too high but I could not fly Now you'll find I fallen from a pedestal Lessons learned Ballad Of Pete & Heather Nut and bolt, knife and butter Bogart, Bacall, one and another Life makes a couple, love glues it together H is for London, and Heather Lonely vagabond, off hour's serenader Of his soft and welcome space invader Denim and leather, t-shirts and nails Pee-Wee Herman loves the Princess of Wales Reader, writer, laugher, lover Find a space in your heart for her to cover Feeler, dresser, dancer, lover Leave open your heart for him to cover They ride life like a rollicking bull Their minds wide open, their cups are full They want to know it all, embrace each day And everything they get they try to give away Nut and bolt, knife and butter Bogart, Bacall, one and another Life makes a couple, love glues it together H is for London, and Heather Pickin' Up The Pieces I remember those days on the beach girl And the night in the lifeguard stand Your memory is ingrained in my brain It was a thrill to just touch your hand Pickin' up the pieces of my heart And try to start over again Pickin' up the pieces of my heart And live my life without you Well, I made some mistakes girl And we both played the fool Between the bottles of champagne And those nights that we spent alone in the pool Well, we'll get through with the help of my friends My family will pull me through and I'll be back together again Woke up this morning and fell out of bed And found a piece of my heart on the floor I was surprised to find another piece sitting outside the door Well, my heart lies all the way from home to DC Some people are surprised to find that parts of my heart still lie in New Jersey Inventor of Love under achiever, over bearing, insecure, he knew everything love's inventor, creator of hope, Dr. Doolittle's envy, he was our rope painter, artist, gave us perspective it's not what you end up with, its what you give gave us a house, made it a home, felt like warm butter, never alone hey dad what's it all about grandma said that you would not amount i don't think you know what you did you were down but you were never out under stated, over loaded, never indifferent, you always listened advisor, counselor, let me decide, vital moments, always by my side under valued, over zealous, in too deep, did you want to fail? the finished project was rearing your kids, they turned out good, keeper of love, children creator, and you did change the world Follow The Leader We fled Pakistan to find a free land Now I fight for what I believe My son asked me when I'd be home again I told him I'd be home soon And I said, "Sometimes you follow the leader You might not like where you go But there's a price for freedom That's what the leaders say they know" At school my boy did fight for what he thought was right The other kids they called me a spy We talked on the phone. I said he'd never be alone. He told me about his black eye. And I said: "Sometimes kids follow the leader Though they may not be right But there's a price for freedom To be a man you must fight" At war I say a boy. He used a gun just like a toy Till the shot caught me in the gut I was lying on the ground. I couldn’t make a sound. I looked up and saw my boy cry Sometimes you follow the leader You might not like where you go But are you fighting for freedom? That's what the
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