Andrew Leahey & the Homestead

Andrew Leahey & the Homestead

 Nashville, Tennessee, USA
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Like Tom Petty and Ryan Adams, Andrew Leahey writes songs that split the difference between rock & roll, Americana, and alt-country.

Biography

Like Tom Petty and Ryan Adams, Andrew Leahey writes songs that split the difference between rock & roll, Americana, and alt-country. A Virginia native, he began his career as a vocalist, singing at Juilliard during his early 20s and performing at venues like Carnegie Hall and Lincoln Center. Focusing on classical music grew old, though — there weren’t nearly enough guitar solos, for starters, and all the conductors seemed to think Sebastian Bach was Johann’s younger brother — so Leahey ditched the Big Apple and moved to Michigan, where he spent four years working as a music journalist while diving back into songwriting. Now a full-time Nashville resident, he writes, records, and tours with the band Andrew Leahey & the Homestead, an independent, road-ragged rock band. Forget Carnegie Hall. This is music for city highways and country lanes, for pop fans and roots rockers, for the heart as well as the heartland.

Lyrics

Penitentiary Guys

Written By: Andrew Leahey

They can make it sound nice
But darling, turn your eyes away
From penitentiary guys
You know where those minds have been
In southwest hotel rooms
In getaway cars
They’re talking rough about breaking stuff
What will they do to your heart?

When the banks are all gone
What’s around to take their place?
And when the running gets long
On whose ground can you take a break?
I used to watch you
In classrooms alone
All that time, I called you mine
Now Bonnie, don’t you feel owned

And it’s slow, I know
The speed I go, it only suits me
But if you leave Texas, please leave it well
Send a note, find me in my cell

You’ve been holding your own
But where’d you learn to hold a gun
When I was at home
I swore that I hid every one
Well Bonnie, they got me
They locked me down
Fifty years they’ll keep me here
If you won’t break me out

And it’s wrong
Those miles they seem so long
When you’re 23
But if you leave Texas, I’ll rush the door
And go on ‘til we’re 24

Who Wants An Easy Love?

Written By: Andrew Leahey

If we're on, just tell me he's gone
I've seen how you smile
How you share it with everyone
If we're close, or if distance you chose
It's been awhile
And we'll still be miles below

If we're in, won't you let it begin?
And if we're done, before it's begun
Won't you let it hurt
'Cause you wants an easy love?

If it's time to make your problems mine
To drop underneath
Where it'll take 'em years to find you
When they bring you up
Just tell them if it's really love
That it's not just me
The ties that bind us are blind enough

If we're in, won't you let it begin
And if we run out, don't cut it off now
Won't you let it hurt
Cause you wants an easy love? 

On some New Years day
We'll spend our first midnight on the train
Then walk inside laughing, saying "Love came late"

He's with you tonight, he's up for the drive.
I've got someone, too.
She's always gone easy on these eyes
But the space she keeps
The shape that she leaves the sheets
Don't look like you
It's just half as sweet

If we're in, won't you let it begin
And if we run out, don’t cut it off now
Won't you let it hurt
'Cause you wants an easy love?
Who wants an easy love?
Who wants an easy love?

Waiting On A Plane

Written By: Andrew Leahey

I’ve been thinking it’s enough
All the years of sleeping rough keep me crawling through the days
Thank God for the phone, ‘cause we keep our separate homes
And we keep them far away
Tonight you spent your time in the county drive-in
Where you catch attention fast
I know that he won’t follow you home but I’m alone
And I’m never getting past this waiting on a plane to bring you back
 
I’ve been thinking that it’s time
To keep our latitudes in line
You know some things are better shared
There’s a place just up on the road
It’s got our names written in smoke
Unless someone comes to clear the air
I know that you’ve got quite the habit of fighting traffic
And nearly missing the red eye
There’s another world up here
I feel the girls coming near, but they won’t get close tonight
Cause I’m waiting on a plane to bring you by
 
Remember how the coastline rode?
The summer that we left our home
And drove the back roads all alone for days
Now I got my high-lonesome down
Since smoke got legal in this town
Man, I love my vices now and again
But I’ll mend. I’ll keep it clean, I’ll keep it straight and…
 
Narrow like the streets that run the length of space between
I’ve seen that they don’t leave room for much
Just a car packed to the back with all the things you need to have
When you’re leaving town for love
I know all the things he said, he made you hurt heavy
Now you’re scared to be alone
Leave him down in Carolina
Cause’s there’s no time to put to rest a boy that dared to leave you cold
When I’m waiting on a plane to bring you home
When I’m waiting on a plane to bring you home

Little in Love

Written By: Andrew Leahey

Once, you would smile and send me reeling
Once in awhile, I find I still get that feeling
Of you and me, in a city that's sleeping
Becoming the best secret worth keeping

If it's not the best of times, it still was a good year
Virginia done right: outside, every time the skies clear
You looking pretty in your summer sleeves
A face fit for the movie screen

Saying "Let's stay up ‘til the church bells ring
Late enough, so we're the only thing
It's not much to fall a little in love with me"

My legs, if I gave them a rest, would I become
The kind you forget, the one that you ran to death for the season?
Years passed, and love got heavy-lidded
But I would go back, I would fall right in it

So let's stay up until the church bells ring
Late enough, so we're the only thing
It's not much to fall a little in love with me
Let's keep turning while the world moves slow
While the hungry hearts blur inside the towns below
Don't go easy, now - baby, just go with me

Like tall grass and Tennessee rain, do you miss me?
And do the days pass like out-of-state plates when you're busy?
You've got an open door and the best years left
You can take the top drawer, you can sleep on my chest

So let's stay up until the church bells ring
Late enough, so we're the only thing
It's not much to fall a little in love with me
Let's keep turning while the world moves slow
While the hungry hearts blur inside the towns below
Don't go easy, now - baby, just go with me

Discography

"Summer Sleeves" EP
© 2013, Leahey Music (SESAC)

"Andrew Leahey & the Homestead"
© 2011, Leahey Music (SESAC)