Kevin DeForrest

Kevin DeForrest

BandCountryBluegrass

I always said all I ever really wanted, musically, was to write good songs, steeped in tradition, and render them respectfully. Someone pointed out that what I really want is to write good songs AND have people hear them. I think he was right. Listen and enjoy! (country/bluegrass/americana)

Biography

I've been writing for more than thirty years - published a book in the early 1990's on sports psychology and wrote another on the philosophy of sport, all the while publishing numerous articles on the psychology/philosophy of sport.

In 1998, or thereabouts, I turned my attention to writing songs full time. I'm a lifelong bluegrass and "old country" fan and I work hard to write songs steeped in those traditions. Hundreds of songs and thousands of renditions later, I think I'm getting pretty close.

But I'll et you be the judge. From time to time I intend to siwtch the songs featured in my EPK, so check back now and again. Thanks for listening and enjoy!

Lyrics

She's Everything

Written By: Kevin DeForrest

SHE’S EVERYTHING Kevin DeForrest

I guess I never thought that she would ever walk my way
I know I never dreamed that she would ever wanna stay
She’s the reason why up till this time
From every other woman I retreated
She’s exactly everything and everyone
I never knew I always needed

She’s everything
The morning dove that sings
The star that I wish upon as it shoots and falls
She’s the sun that shines
And the moon that pines
She’s everything, she has it all

Now I’m walking through this life with such a peace inside my heart
And everything I see is like a long lost work of art
She has changed the way I feel each day
And I think it’s only right if I repeat it
She’s exactly everything and everyone
I never knew I always needed

She’s everything
The morning dove that sings
The star that I wish upon as it shoots and falls
She’s the sun that shines
And the moon that pines
She’s everything, she has it all
She’s everyone, to me, she is my all

His Last Repose

Written By: Kevin DeForrest

HIS LAST REPOSE kevin deforrest

By a hotel on forgotten street in the darkest part of town
He stood beneath a burned out neon light
And slowly turned around to see, he still what he used to be
On a cold and lonely muddy Mississippi night

His clothes were torn and tattered, his spirit bruised and battered
His skin was way too thin to keep him warm
As he searched the bars and brothels and Salvation Army shelters
For a reason in the season of the storms

He’s lived it up till he was broke, watched all his dreams go up in smoke
Till he knew that he’d never really live it down
He burned up his immunity and squandered opportunity
Too scared to climb to hallowed, higher ground
Too well aware of what awaited when he came down

He was no Bojangles
No slide guitar playin fool like Curtis Lowe
He lived a life so twisted and so tangled
And there was no real charm in the needle in his arm
And he never danced or played the old Dobro
He just killed himself in pieces sure and slow

On a bridge down by the river that rushed with years of pain
He contemplated drowning his own sorrow
He let himself begin to weep and fought the urge to take the leap
Even though there was no promise in tomorrow

Then he walked back to Forgotten Street, a desperate shuffle in his feet
Devoid of any hope that he’d turn around
And the only thought he had was how it all turned out so bad
And he wore his own depression like a crown

The he felt the sudden urge to walk into a church
Confusion gripped his heart in the tortured face
Of the twisted sufferin’ figure on the cross upon the altar
And he felt a touch of love if just a trace
As he fell down on his knees in amazing grace

He was no Bojangles
No slide guitar playin fool like Curtis Lowe
He lived a life so twisted and so tangled
And there was no real charm in his needle riddled arm
And he never danced or played the old Dobro
Still he found his own salvation
In a church by the Greyhound station
An his eyes were opened, nevermore to close
As in death he learned to dance his last repose

Your Perfect Love

Written By: Kevin DeForrest

Your Perfect Love

Kevin DeForrest

Tears on the faces of the folks in my life
My precious old mother, my darling young wife
A preacher, a pine box, a blood swollen war
And a chorus of why and what for

A weathered white church house and the 23rd psalm
The sweet mountain laurel, the land I call home
The blue and the gray sky, the cool morning rain
And the clamor of cannons and pain

CHORUS:

Tell me sweet Jesus, as I stand at your gate
Can I go back there, before it’s too late?
Make me an angel, send me down from above
To remind them of your perfect love

A boy, seventeen, I came down from the hill
They called me a soldier and taught me to kill
They gave me a rifle, and gave me a sword
But I just couldn’t wield them dear lord

CHORUS

Fussin and fightin for justice and peace
But there just is no justice in fightin so please
Listen and hasten to end this old fight
Have mercy on my home tonight

CHORUS

Wheatfields

Written By: Kevin DeForrest

Down the backroads, pictures in my head
I see the old farmhouse, winter fields look dead
The barn is boarded up, stacked with bales of hay
A hopeful farmer’s son, dreams he’ll leave someday
For somewhere far away

He sees his future in the lightning, the heavens hearken him to go
They say leavin home is frightenin’ and that it’s tough out on the road

One day the clouds rolled in, pretty soon the rain would start
The farmer closed the pen and mama opened up her heart
Callin down the road, cryin out with pain
I kicked up the dust, dancing down the rain
As mama called my name, my name, she said

Hear the thunder, see the lightning, god it hurts to see you go
Child leavin home is frighenin and it gets tough out on the road
And I hate to have to let go, son don’t sell your soul
I hope you find your eldorado, but city streets ain’t paved with gold

Got to Wichita, I met a city girl
I took a fateful fall from my country world
I gave her all my heart, she tried to take my soul
That’s when it fell apart and I knew I had to go, I had to go

I packed up in Wichita, when I ran out of luck
At the bottom of that fall, I spent my last buck
Rain out my window, a sad and lonesome stream
Thinking ‘bout my home and I drift into a dream
That’s beckoning to me, to me

I hear the thunder see the lightning, I’m packing up and headin home
Wichita has been enlightening, and it’s been tough out on the road
Mom and dad I never let go, and I never sold my soul
I’m comin home to Eldorado, I miss the wheatfields of my home
Wichita ain’t Eldorado, them wheatfields are my gold

Discography

I have cuts on a several different CD's by several different people, including numerous cuts on CD's by Kort McCumber, one cut on a CD by the Javelinas, a song in a movie ("Colfax Avenue: The Documentary) and numerous songs on Bobber Johnson's CD and Tractor Red's CD. My latest work is an 18 song writer's demo called "Down The Back Roads" under my name - Kevin DeForrest

Set List

Mostly original with a respectful dose of classic bluegrass, country, singer-songwriter and or folk.
How many sets do you want? How long do you want them to be? I like to play and am willing/eager to play as long (or as short) as you'dlike