brian adam smith

brian adam smith

 Asheville, North Carolina, USA
BandFolk

Brian Adam Smith will release a 3-disc debut of original material in the spring of 2011; he is currently recording it in a small cabin just outside of his hometown of Asheville, NC. His songwriting ranges from country, old-time and gospel to his idiosyncratic, pensive and poetic lyrical wanderings.

Biography


Brian Adam Smith began to take himself seriously as a songwriter two years ago when he sequestered himself beneath a red-tin roof in Bat Cave, NC and picked up the pen and paper.

Two years later, with a pocket full of folk songs and hell-bent on bringing them alive, he is currently recording a 3-disc debut that features himself on lead vocals; acoustic, electric, and pedal steel guitars; 3-string and 5-string banjos; harmonica; keys; electric bass; and drums. He is backed by Halli Anderson on violin and backing vocals and Kim France on upright bass and backing vocals.

After the album's release, aside from playing live shows, he will produce a documentary on African-American clog dancer Arthur Grimes who frequently dances with Old Crow Medicine Show and Carolina Chocolate Drops, among others.

Notable performances include Atlanta Peachtree Music Festival, Santo's Party House (NYC), Cake Shop (NYC), and Brian was "demanded" by literary icon Salman Rushdie to perform for his first seminar at Emory University.

Lyrics

Dogwood Crosses

Written By: Words by Brian Adam Smith; music by Brian Adam Smith, Halli Anderson, and Kim France

Between the rolling fields and the windy pines
There's a little flower plain and white
Blooming there for all to see
A thousand crosses on the dogwood trees

You'll find the high life in a working life
You'll find the high road by carrying a heavy load
You'll find the highest power in a dogwood flower
A thousand crosses on the dogwood trees

If your soul is weary and your way is lost
Let four little petals be your shining cross
There's just a touch of red on every pedal's edge
To remind us of the blood our savior shed

You'll find the high life in a working life
You'll find the high road by carrying a heavy load
You'll find the highest power in a dogwood flower
A thousand crosses on the dogwood trees

If you plow the Lord's fields and plant His seeds
And still find yourself in a time of need
Plant a row along the road for all the world to see
A thousand crosses on your dogwood trees

And you'll find the high life in a working life
And you'll find the high road by carrying a heavy load
And you'll find the highest power in a dogwood flower
A thousand crosses on the dogwood trees
You'll find the high life in a working life
You'll find the high road by carrying a heavy load
You'll find the highest power in a dogwood flower
A thousand crosses on the dogwood trees

Lay Your Hands On The Radio (part 2)

Written By: Words by Brian Adam Smith; music by Brian Adam Smith, Halli Anderson, and Kim France

If you can hear me, if you can hear me
And you’re feeling all alone
And these hard times, they got you down
Let God take control

Lay your hands, lay your hands
Lay your hands on the radio
Lay your hands, lay your hands
Lay your hands on the radio
Lay your hands on the radio

Pray for your mother, for your father
Pray for all your kin
God moves on the air
You can feel Him coming in

Lay your hands, lay your hands
Lay your hands on the radio
Lay your hands, lay your hands
Lay your hands on the radio
Lay your hands on the radio

If you can hear me, if you can hear me
If you can hear me now
You can feel it, the holy spirit
Coming through the AM dial

Lay your hands, lay your hands
Lay your hands on the radio
Lay your hands, lay your hands
Lay your hands on the radio
Lay your hands on the radio

Pray for your brothers, for your sisters
Pray for all your kin
God moves on the air
You can feel Him coming in

Lay your hands, lay your hands
Lay your hands on the radio
Lay your hands, lay your hands
Lay your hands on the radio
Lay your hands on the radio

Lay Your Hands On The Radio (part 1)

Written By: Words by Brian Adam Smith; music by Brian Adam Smith, Halli Anderson, and Kim France


Breaker, breaker, anybody got their ears on tonight
Say a little trucker’s prayer for me
I’m barreling down the road and I’m out of control
Breaker, breaker, lay your hands on the radio

Lay your hands on the radio if you can hear me now
Eighteen wheels howling like the wind, down, down, down
I’m running out of time, coming around the curve
These eighteen wheels are gonna make my dying words

I was on the last leg from the Colorado plains
Coming straight into that cold West Virginia rain
Send word to Tazwell County this old trucker ain’t coming home
West Virginia lay your hands on the radio

Lay your hands on the radio if you can hear me now
Eighteen wheels howling like the wind, down, down, down
I’m running out of time, coming around the curve
These eighteen wheels are gonna make my dying words

They say it’s heaven by highway or hell on a long train ride
They say you don’t know where you go until the day you die
Well I know where I’m bound, I’ve been hauling coast to coast
Out on the highway, lay your hands on the radio

Lay your hands on the radio if you can hear me now
Eighteen wheels howling like the wind, down, down, down
I’m running out of time, coming around the curve
These eighteen wheels are gonna make my dying words
These eighteen wheels are gonna make my dying words

The Devil Cuts The Rope

Written By: Words by Brian Adam Smith; music by Brian Adam Smith, Halli Anderson, and Kim France

Dizzy moon don’t you fall away
Dizzy moon don’t you fall away
Dizzy moon don’t you fall away
And leave me here alone

Dizzy moon don’t you fall away
Dizzy moon don’t you fall away
Dizzy moon don’t you fall away
No – o – o

Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
In the darkest hour of the night

Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Whoa – o – o

Between the kettle and the farmer’s hand
Between the kettle and the farmer’s hand
Between the kettle and the farmer’s hand
I was a dealer for a while

Dizzy moon don’t you fall away
Dizzy moon don’t you fall away
Dizzy moon don’t you fall away
I need your moonshine tonight

Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
In the darkest hour of the night

Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Who – o – o

Four feet of Virginia air
Four feet of Virginia air
Four feet of Virginia air
Between me and Virginia ground

Don’t you know the devil cut’s the rope
Don’t you know the devil cut’s the rope
Don’t you know the devil cut’s the rope
When it’s time to take me down

Dizzy moon don’t you fall away
Dizzy moon don’t you fall away
Dizzy moon don’t you fall away
I need your moonshine tonight

Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
In the darkest hour of the night

Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Don’t you know the devil cuts the rope
Whoa – o – o

Wagons and Dragons

Written By: Words by Brian Adam Smith; music by Brian Adam Smith, Kim France, and Halli Anderson

Hey I’m just a pale ghost of the man I used to be
I guess somewhere I lost the sunlit angel in me
And if you’re headed my way, just go on and turn right back around
All the lights and the signs will lead you back into town

Wagons and dragons, demons and steam engines
Are tearing down my dreams
And you don’t ever want to know this feeling

The mountains and me, we border Tennessee
Ever since I shot the D.A. in the first degree
And if you’re headed my way, just take a right or a left
Either way you go you just might save yourself

Wagons and dragons, demons and steam engines
Are tearing down my dreams
And you don’t ever want to know this feeling

My life has been a long ride on a one-eyed horse
Ever since they pinned my face up on the courthouse door
And if you’re headed my way and you’re aiming to kill
Now you’re last chance to turn back your wheel

Wagons and dragons, demons and steam engines
They’re gonna tear down your dreams
And you don’t ever want to know this feeling

Wagons and dragons, demons and steam engines
Are tearing down my dreams
And you don’t ever want to know this feeling

Fluorescent Texas

Written By: Words by Brian Adam Smith; music by Brian Adam Smith, Halli Anderson, and Kim France

It’s raining blues licks on a Motel 6
just outside the city limits
She ain’t got a choice, she ain’t got a voice
If she runs her family will die

Fluorescent Texas, florescent Texas
Can’t you see Juarez on the other side
There’s a war on your border
No end in sight

And it’s raining blues licks on a Motel 6 tonight

Now her police is a Mexican thief
To him money is all she’ll ever be
The prison guard, he’s tall and hard
And the motel bed is his prison yard

Fluorescent Texas, florescent Texas
Can’t you see Juarez on the other side
There’s a war on your border
No end in sight

She walks in, but she doesn’t love him
There’s a price on her brown skin
The buyer, the buyer is white,
The room is the color of sin in sunlight
He locks the door and he leaves on the lights

Fluorescent Texas, florescent Texas
Can’t you see Juarez on the other side
There’s a war on your border
No end in sight

And it’s raining blues licks on a Motel 6 tonight

Next Best Thing

Written By: Words by Brian Adam Smith; music by Brian Adam Smith, Halli Anderson and Kim France

All the bars are closing down. They’re turning out the lights
And I’m sitting there, wondering where
I’m gonna go tonight

My friends they called it early, but maybe you’re like me
Just broken-hearted and just getting started on
The next best thing

And I’ll make you mine if you’ll let me be
You’re next best thing tonight

Maybe it’s all over. The band is packed and gone
All the dancing’s done and I’m waiting one
Someone

I don’t wanna wake up early. I don’t wanna close my eyes
And I’ve had a few but I ain’t through
If you’ll hold me tonight

I’ll make you mine if you’ll let me be
You’re next best thing tonight

I had a nine to five, but I didn’t have it long
I’d rather be poor and free
Until the morning comes

Some just hang around, waiting on a diamond ring
But no not me, I’d rather be
The next best thing

Maybe it’s all over, the eight balls in the side
And there’s no more rides or rolling dice
Or deuces wild tonight

All the bars are closing down. They’re turning out the lights
And I’m sitting there, wondering where
I’m gonna go tonight

My friends they called it early, but maybe you’re like me
Just broken-hearted and just getting started on
The next best thing
And I’ll make you mine if you’ll let me be
You’re next best thing tonight