Gerard O'Riley

I guess in my head it is somewhere in America, but not too far from Mexico... or possible the other way around. Just fun for the sak of fun.

A solemn and melancholic set of lyrics as a prayer to broken hearts

I wrote this chorus years ago, about growing up in mountain hollers in the Appalachia, a world away from where the vast majority of people grow up. Most people can't even picture what life was like there. I didn't write the verses until all this civil unrest started, and people who live in my neck of the woods started to get blamed for things that have nothing to do with us. So, yeah, this song has a political meaning, but I worded it in a way that it's not very overt or polarizing. It's a true story about Mrs. Johnson losing her land and John finding God and people laughing at him, and the government tearing down all our land and blocking our water, while at the same time taking more away from us saying we owe things to other people for things we never did. "Bear" and "Oak" are the name of holler communities, by the way.

A trashy, angry lyric that I imagined as a fast paced crunchy number

I had to write about my absolutely amazing 99 year old granny that still drives a car, paints, cooks, cleans, makes mozaic grout colorful pictures on table tops for example, and does stained glad metal frame works. And she never forgets a things. She is a miracle. I had to write this song.