Kissimmee

Released 4-10-20

by Rich Price / Jeff Symonds

Recorded and mixed by Gawain Matthews

Produced by Keith Carroll

James DePrato— Guitars
Rich Price— Backing Vocals
Jef Symonds— Vocal, Drums, Percussion, Bass, Guitars, Keys

“A song Rich and I wrote about 15 years ago for his album All These Roads that didn’t fit on that project but turned out to be a perfect close for side one of this record, which is about my Florida childhood.”

Lyrics:

San Pedro to St. Petersburg,

the coastline’s just on up ahead

They’ve been talking like mockingbirds, 

repeating what’s been said

They say they want me, but now I can see, 

it’s time for hanging up the phone

Cause though I’m driving to St. Petersburg, 

eventually I’m coming home 

I want to become a faded memory

I’ve been driving, the sun is rising free 

I’ve been waiting to roll into Kissimmee 

Everybody wants a piece of me,

but there’s not enough to go around

And I don’t give it up that easily,

but for you I’ll lay it down

And I start to see the lights of Kissimmee 

come rolling into view

If everybody gets a piece of me,

there’d be nothing left for you 

All I want is to feel you

And all I want is to appeal to you 

A New Place

Released 5-29-20

by Jeff Symonds

Recorded and mixed by Gawain Matthews

Produced by Keith Carroll

Megan Slankard— Vocals
Jeff Symonds— Vocal, Drums, Percussion, Bass, Guitars, Keys

“Also from side one of riverrun— we lived in a big, sprawling, run-down apartment complex for a year while my folks finished school, and this song is inspired by what it felt like living there. Dedicated to fellow daydreamers everywhere.”

Lyrics:

Boy lost in his own thoughts 

Barefoot in the parking lot
Rain heating off the pavement 

Wondering where the time went 

Comes home to number #38 

TV dinner and Happy Days 

Peach Cobbler, Salisbury steak 

Both parents both have to work late 

Stopped trying to sleep long ago 

Ear’s plastered to the radio
Sounds coming in from outer space 

Promises of a new place 

Girl dreams out a window 

Thinks of ideas she doesn’t know 

Sony Walkman on her right hip 

Never lets that beat slip 

Drives past the Tastee Freeze 

To Apartment number #43 

Passes boy on the outer stairs 

Never really ever sees him there 

Stopped trying to sleep long ago 

Her ear plastered to her radio 

Sounds coming in from outer space 

Promises of a new place 

Boy writes 100 songs for girl 

Invents a life in a new world 

Sets a course for outer space 

Promises himself a new place