Emily Hurd

Emily Hurd

BandPopAdult Contemporary

Biography

Emily Hurd started playing the piano at age 7 in the outskirts of Rockford , IL . Breaking out of the mold of traditional piano and vocal lessons, she developed her own style of playing and singing that led to her love for songwriting. Originally nothing more than a hobby, “Em,” as her friends call her, never thought she'd be writing music for a living. Her creativity is derived from her appreciation of life.

• “ I have this theory that people generally begin to write songs after feeling lost, pained, wronged, saddened, angered, misunderstood, spiritual, or loved…”

• “I also have this theory that discomfort of some sort breeds creativity. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I hope I never become too consistently comfortable in life or in my mindsets.”

Emily has been writing her own songs for almost 7 years now, and she's spending most of her time in Chicago . She is currently in her last semester at Columbia College Chicago, working with the school's record label, AEMMP Records, who released her first cd, "Lines" in April.

Lyrics

Sangria

Written By: Emily Hurd

Baby, it’s that time of the year when the winter disappears and we cackle on the sidewalk like crows. And everything’s a black and white picture, except that Spanish pitcher that we empty like the cafes we close. And we dress up nice for the folks that we mainly think are jokes, but still we don’t mind being part of their game. You are wearing black. I’m in brown. And we compliment the town that’s full of people that think we are insane. Now Saturday is closing in—feels like a re-run. And Castaways is opening; my table’s for one because you’ve gone to California, and you say you’re fine there. But I’m here to inform ya, you’re still in my mind where you and I are sippin on sangria again, sayin that you know I’m gonna see ya again, prayin that I’m never gonna leave ya again.

Baby, it’s that time of the night when we stop to get a bite and talk of love with different men for awhile. Maybe not so much to begin making friends, but just to spin the tale on rainy days when we need to smile. The city smells of grills and of sweets people dropped upon the streets and of the ashes from the smokes that you light. And you breathe it in cuz you bet that tomorrow’s cigarette won’t taste as good as it’s been tasting tonight. The waves are getting stronger over by the lake shore, and days are getting longer; mine are growing short because you’ve gone to California, and you say you’re fine there. But I’m here to inform ya, you’re still in my mind where you and I are sippin on sangria again, sayin that you know I’m gonna see ya again, prayin that I’m never gonna leave ya again.

Baby, it’s that time of the morning where the lines are quickly forming for some breakfast somewhere down on Racine. And we look like remnants of hours spent below the giant towers in this city where my laugh made a scene. You got a blister on your big toe cuz your shoes were just for show and we went walking til we wore out your sole. And so I take you home on my back like the heavy kind of sack we used to wear when we were 13 years old. An arid wind is hanging all around Chicago. Sara could be changing, and I would never know because she’s gone to California, and she says she’s fine there. But I’m here to inform ya, you’re still in my mind where you and I are sippin on sangria again, sayin that you know I’m gonna see ya again, prayin that I’m never gonna leave ya again.

Fine Fine Line

Written By: Emily Hurd

I’ve gone and closed my eyes, and I’m seeing him again. It comes as no surprise that he’s flashing me that grin. I watch it hover round, just like a floating Cheshire cat. Hard to recover when I see him smiling like that. There is a fine, fine line between loving you a man, and how he makes you feel. It’s a fine, fine line, and it’s one thing to love something, but a good thing to love something real.

He’s got a wicked wink, and he’s directing it at me. And now I dare not blink, for fear I’ll miss where he might be. Cuz he’s a charmer, and he’ll move right in just like a snake. I could wear armor, but I want to be his to take. There is a fine, fine line between loving you a man, and how he makes you feel. It’s a fine, fine line, and it’s one thing to love something, but a good thing to love something real.

You rolled out of the past and into a fantasy going on right now, and it’s making me feel that you’ll roll out of my head and into my bed, and it’s making me feel something, but is it something real?

He’s filling up the room just like a balmy summer’s eve, and I’m a rose in bloom. He’s gonna put me in his teeth. If I had more control, I would have surely backed away, but I obey my soul, and so my body starts to sway. There is a fine, fine line between loving you a man, and how he makes you feel. It’s a fine, fine line, and it’s one thing to love something, but a good thing to love something real.

Shadow

Written By: Emily Hurd

I see your shadow in my shade. I see you walkin through my bolted gate. And when it’s time for me to go to sleep, I see the sheet beside of me still wrinkled where you laid. I see your breath in the wind, see you in mirrors I am lookin in. And I guess it’s quite a blessing—but depressing—when I think of you undressing me again. What’s this I hear about you leaving? What’s this I hear that you are gone? Tell me, what is this I hear about you movin out and that you doubt that I should come along? What’s this I hear about you leaving? What’s this I hear that you are gone? Won’t you tell me, what is this I hear you’ve disappeared to leave me here where I do not belong?

I feel you comin down my hall. I smell your body in my faded shawl. And you still look awfully fetching in that etching I am letting hang upon my lonely wall. I hear you singin in the bath. I see you smilin in a stranger’s laugh. And you know, I still take comfort in just coverin my sufferin with thoughts of what we had.

I’ve got your matters to attend. I’ve got some letters that you never sent. And it’s funny how I shutter, and I stutter when I try to utter your name to a friend. I hear you ringin on my phone. I hold your hand when I am on my own. And I guess it’s quite poetic—yet pathetic—you’re embedded in most every song I know. Now I know; now that you’re gone, I see your shadow.

Discography

My debut album, "Lines" came out April 26th on AEMMP Records. It is for sale through my website, www.emilyhurdmusic.com and through all major online outlets like iTunes, Rhapsody, and Napster.
The single off the album is Fine Fine Line. It can be hurd as well as more songs at other sites such as myspace.com, garageband.com, and soundclick.com as well.

Set List

My set list changes all the time depending on the venue and my mood. It usually will have a pretty even mix of album songs and new songs that haven't been recorded yet.