Keith Sherman

Keith Sherman

BandFolkAmericana

Folk-americana - Dylan and Cohen fused with Robert Burns, Genesis, the Apocalypse, Thomas Malory, and sweet hope.

Biography

Keith was raised in middle Tennessee where he learned to play guitar and sing. He had a penchant for poetry and melody which led him to songwriting, but it wasn't until his last year of college that he penned his first song. It was, like most of his music, the product of a regular diet of poetry, history, prophecy, and great music.

His music well reflects what he learned from his many teachers in the art of song craft. Among them, he learned the most from Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, and Caledonian folksinger Dougie MacLean, who more than anyone else opened to him the world of traditional Scottish ballads - the foundation for much of Keith’s writing.

He made a first record in 2003, "Believe What you Want To" after the irony-laden title track lamenting the demise of empires - both ancient and modern. The record has two basic themes of love and war, and they are neatly interwoven. Standing above the rest are two songs. “The Wrath of God,� a World War II lament, is a masterful display of Keith’s ability to combine both substantive poetry with persuasive melodies. “Summer in the Morning� is a sweet lullaby reminiscent of Sting’s “Fields of Gold.�

After making the record and playing in around the Seattle area, Keith took time off and married his wife, Julianne. On completing his master's degree in divinity, he recorded three new songs for his next record. "She Falls," "Ancient Highway," and "End of the World" are sure to win listeners immediately. Besides their poetic and melodic intrigue, they combine unique instrumentation, excellent production, and Keith’s heartwarming voice.

Lyrics

The Wrath of God

Written By: Keith Sherman

All the doves had flown away
On the dawning of the day
When we made our fare-thee-well
When we sailed off to hell
All our dreams on the shore we left behind
All our loves like a vision how they shined
As they stood snow white dresses in the sun
And they wept and we saw their tears run

Did they see the darkness in our eyes?
Did they smell destruction in the skies?
Did they know when we left our loving sod
that we were the wrath of God?

All the hawks had come to dine
When we raced 'cross the Rhine
When we stood on Satan's shore
When we formed our lines for war
Then we marched in the murky German air
And we went forth to find the devil there
And the war hawks were screaming on the hunt
As we tore apart the last Teutonic front

Did they see...

All the vultures swept the sky
As we bled the blackguards dry
As we marched upon their towns
As we burned their cities down
And we saw as we walked those city streets
All the women there and children of defeat
How they wept for the countless they had lost
How they wept for what the Furher's dream had cost

Did they see...

All the doves returned to nest
When we'd laid the beast to rest
And we made our fare-thee-well
And we sailed out of hell
And we laid down our battle-weary bones
On the deck where the transport engine drones
And the stars gave us solace for to sleep
And we dreamed as we'd never slept so deep

Who had seen the darkness in our eyes?
Who had smelled destruction in the skies?
Who had known when we left our loving sod
that we were the wrath of God?

Summer in the Morning

Written By: Keith Sherman

Oh have you seen my lovely
When she goes out at dawn
When she walks in the golden lawn?

Summer in the morning
Summer in the morning
Summer in the morning with the sunshine fair

Oh have you seen my lovely?
Her hair is flowing fire
A sight like that does me inspire

Oh have you seen my lovely?
Her eyes are verdant green
One glance will captivate when seen

Summer...

Oh have you seen my lovely?
Her face is full of grace
Oh how she sets my heart apace

Oh have you seen my lovely?
Her soul is innocent
A jewel so rare my heart is rent

Summer...

Oh have you seen my lovely?
When she goes out at dawn
When she walks in the golden lawn?

Cold and Pale

Written By: Keith D Sherman

Abraham rode in the down pouring Rain
To Washington town by the Springfield train
He rode with his thoughts and he battled despair
As the sound of sedition hung in the air

The moon turned to blood and the stars were struck down
His haggard eyes cast on a corpse-covered ground
The house was divided with a rift open wide
And it filled with the blood of the brothers of pride

The President is cold and pale
His eyes are sunken his soul is frail
It’s safe to say the world is falling apart

Screaming and moaning and wailing he heard
His dreams were dark and the demons were stirred
Look, my Captain, on the catafalque bed
Who do you see there, silent and dead?

The President is cold and pale
In the courts of the Lord the angels wail
It’s safe to say the world is falling apart

Good Friday darkened and the players went on
And the serpent snuck in with his dagger and gun
Sic semper tyrannis and the captain is dead
But won’t the Lord’s heel crush Lucifer’s head?

The President is cold and pale
His ghost has flown on the morning gale
It’s safe to say the world is falling apart

Abraham rode in the down-pouring rain
Church bells tolled at the sound of his train
And the townspeople wept in the silver twilight
As he rode away in the mist of the night

The President is cold and pale
His train rides down the darkest rail
It’s safe to say the world is falling apart
It seems to be that the world is falling apart

London

Written By: Keith D Sherman

The night air is moving the atmosphere soothing and free
The city surrounding is simply astounding to see
What mystic song she sings the night long in our ears
Music for many but who cares if anyone hears

Look at me now here in the night lights of London my dear
With all of the wonderful world beneath our feet
Dance with me now here in the night lights of London my dear
The morning is miles from where we are

She sings of the empire crying for fire once fanned
The wonder and magic of history tragic and grand
To warm kettledrums how softly she strums and she sings
Enchanted notes in the city of poets and kings

Look at me now here in the night lights of London my dear
With all of the wonderful world beneath our feet
Dance with me now here in the night lights of London my dear
The morning is miles from where we are

[Bridge]
Moments like these only happen so often my dear
Moments like these only happen so often so dance with me now, dance with me now

Look at me now here in the night lights of London my dear
With all of the wonderful world beneath our feet
Dance with me now here in the night lights of London my dear
The morning is miles from where we are

She Falls

Written By: Keith D Sherman

Seductive and subversive lips
Dazzle where the apple drips
Teasing, tempting, tearing down
Anything to capture Adam’s crown

I paved the way to the promised land
My dreams of her were high and grand
But ruins loomed where the promise lay
And I burned my bridges as I walked away

Chorus:
And in the dark the same old dream
Rustles with this restless theme
She falls back again into my loving arms
Back again into my loving arms

Verity’s insanity
In the vortex of her vanity
She sold her soul to feed her pride
Now its, “Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme – till I’m satisfied.”

Chorus:
And in the dark the same old dream
Rustles with this restless theme
She falls back again into my loving arms
Back again into my loving arms

[Bridge]

Excommunication speaks
Louder than a thousand shrieks
But I have hope to hush the blast
And to build the burned down bridges back at last

Chorus:
And in the dark the same old dream
Rustles with this restless theme
She falls back again into my loving arms
Back again into my loving arms

Ancient Highway

Written By: Keith D Sherman

Holding hope for modern men
The promise of a plowshare
But I saw them beat their blades
Into modern warfare
I looked and found Democracy
My old infatuation
Sovereign in capricious whims
And moral obfuscation

Chorus:
And in this helter-skelter land
In this darkness where I stand
I kneel to feel the cobblestones
Of the ancient highway

Equal people, equal votes
I looked but I have never seen
Money gets the government
Equal gets the guillotine
Am I walking backwards with
Anachronistic yearning?
Backwards seems the way to go
When the road before is burning

Chorus

Kiss the world goodbye my love
The Beast was in the ballot
51 says, “Kill ‘em all!”
And bloody hell, they’ll have it
But in the darkness sun shines down
On the tombs of ancient kings
Walking through them wistfully
I yearn for once and future things

Chorus

End of the World

Written By: Keith D Sherman

Brother now our time is up - your soul if seeping from the cup
Lives will merge and then diverge and some are left to sing the dirge
And so I’ll sing to bells that ring dark and deep a world to weep
Trying to remember that you’ve only gone to sleep

Chorus:
And I will meet you at the end of the world (x2)

No one ever told me there’s a dark side of the sun
See the way she dares to shine – a sinister smile to the saturnine
She smiles to mock and struts her walk
Just give me thunderclouds and rain – the anodyne for human pain

Chorus:
And I will meet you at the end of the world (x2)

I guess it’s best to take your rest to find some respite from this mess
Of gravity and misery where bitter rivers run
Bellicose and lachrymose but Jesus Christ will hold you close
And in the morning we will sing “Where, O death, is now thy sting?”

Chorus:
And I will meet you at the end of the world (x2)

Discography

Believe What You Want To (2003)

3-song Pre-release (She Falls; Ancient Highway; End of the World)

Cobblestones (10 songs in queue - plus the 3 above; no release date yet announced)