My music is what a beautiful painting sounds like; just listen, and you'll know all you need to . . .
I was born by the river/Where the vehicle of choice was a 'Lac or Chevy pickup/And the side of the track you were at is how that differed/There's no need to rehash those facts, that's just how it was/I was born to an African from over the oceans of blue and a Southern belle whose life plays the most melodious tune/In a city where blue was the hue that colored your mood, I was in the midst of it all, but I wasn't consumed/Before I was in a stroller, the church is where I would grow up/And as I grew older it was the only life I would know of/And from Sunday to Sunday, I learned of His one way/Knowing I would be able to make sense of it one day/And though I didn't understand/Something happened back then/In the midst of all of that hand clappin' and foot pattin'/I drew nigh unto the Lord, and He drew nigh unto me/And became my role model, all that I aspire to be . . . excerpt: "Southern Comfort (Hue I Am)" feat. Lisa McClendon © 2010