Kyle Knapp

Kyle Knapp

BandAmericanaAcoustic

"strong, yet sensitive, performances" (Phyllis Dunne) • "passionate, skillfully played rhythms and intricate finger-picked lines" (MidwestBands.com) • "bittersweet, graceful guitar licks ...strong lyrics" (Omaha Weekly) • "personal, reflective, unpretentiously spiritual" (Talmidim)

Biography

Sometimes gleefully flat-picking, sometimes softly finger-picking, sometimes strumming feverishly, Kyle Knapp combines his skill as a singer-songwriter with his passion as a storyteller to engage his listeners in a journey to the soul.

While references to James Taylor, Dan Fogelberg, Jim Croce, or Cat Stevens abound, Kyle’s folk/Americana style embodies a diversity that defies consistent comparison. Drawing from popular music as well as his own songs, Kyle crafts a musical experience that is truly unique.

Much of Kyle's musical development took place during a 1970's hitchhiking odyssey across the United States. His experiences on the road became fodder for stories and songs, and his performances on the street and in small clubs in San Francisco, Boston, and Detroit became proving grounds for his budding talent. Several years as a worship musician in a North Omaha Pentecostal church and performing with “Sweet Discernment”, a black gospel quintet, further added to the evolution of Kyle’s unique style.

Over the years Kyle has worked with a variety of folk, rock, and gospel artists, including “Chadron” (a 70's-style rock band), British alt/punk rockers “Kidz X”, and “Godspeed” (Christian rock), as well as numerous spontaneous collaborations with other singer-songwriters. Known both locally and regionally, Kyle performs at coffeehouses, churches, and other acoustic venues.

Most of Kyle’s original music is inspired by real-life experiences and deals candidly and personally with such subjects as family, relationships, faith, and awareness of social concerns such as homelessness and poverty. We hope you will find his performances moving, heartfelt and thought-provoking..

Lyrics

Lament for Romania

Written By: Kyle Knapp

What has become of the laughter of the gypsies?
Or the tillers of the soil in their simplicity?
Did a faithless lover's promise leave your hope undone
when a veil of iron blotted out the sun?

I've seen a desecrated land where all that should be green is black
And the Danube is no longer blue
And the children choke in homage, in the incense of the smokestacks,
To the gods of unrelenting rule

Romania! In a world that killed your fathers,
Crucified your land and sky, poisoned all the water,
Sold you into bondage, took away your will to live,
Can you find the grace to heal and to forgive?
Romania!

We live our peaceful Western lives, disinclined to face the tears
of our kindred in their woe.
We ignore the voiceless victims of utopia gone awry,
Is the friend worse than the foe?

Romania! In a world that raped your daughters,
Crucified your land and sky, poisoned all the water,
Sold you into bondage, took away your will to live,
Can you find the grace to heal and to forgive?
Romania!

My heart is with you, but do you dare receive my love
After decades filled with promises and lies?
Oh my brave and broken people, can your ancient pain be healed?
Is there justice for the orphans of the world?

Romania! With your wounded sons and daughters,
Is there enough left to rebuild? Did you survive the slaughter?
While your struggle is unwon, until you live in peace,
I will plead your cause to Heaven on my knees!
Romania!

©1992 Kyle Knapp

(for more lyrics visit www.kyleknapp.com)

Burr Oak Acres

Written By: Kyle Knapp

Mom & Dad bought an old farm, across from Grandpa's Woods
And they called it Burr Oak Acres as they moved in for good
I suppose they could do better, for what they could afford to give
But it kinda' suits the way they like to live.

We shared coffee in the kitchen as the kids played in the barn
Or scrambled on the tractor, or ran around the farm
To build a home, or a memory, takes love and sweat and tears
I can see another chapter started here

And they called it Burr Oak Acres, right across from Grandpa's woods
And I kinda' wish I lived there, but I know I never could
I'd claim it for my own, but I'd prob'ly be misunderstood
They called it Burr Oak Acres, right across from Grandpa's woods

I found an old broken windmill, and I climbed up to the top
And I looked out over burr oak trees and fields of growing crops
Suddenly I felt so small, and all alone up there
Will I ever feel at home again anywhere?

Oh, they called it Burr Oak Acres, right across from Grandpa's woods
And I kinda' wish I lived there, but I know I never could
I'd claim it for my own, but I'd prob'ly be misunderstood
They called it Burr Oak Acres, right across from Grandpa's woods

Ain't it funny how time passes - it doesn't care if you ask why
And you can never really go home again, no matter how you try
You just pray the door stays open, and Ma greets you with a smile,
"Coffee's brewin, come in and sit awhile"

And they called it Burr Oak Acres, right across from Grandpa's woods
A part of me will always live there, though I wonder how it could
I can visit here, but I won't stay any longer than I should
They called it Burr Oak Acres, right across from Grandpa's woods

©1997 Narrowpath Records

(for more lyrics visit www.kyleknapp.com)

Down the River Road

Written By: Kyle Knapp

Walk a mile to a magic place down the river road
Where ten years old seems like yesterday
Cross the creek 'til you find a place
Down a path lined with chicory and Queen Anne's Lace
Where you disappear without a trace
Until it's time to go
Down the River road

It's a wonderland of innocence all my own
But the girl next door used to go with me there sometimes
And there was music everywhere underneath the sky
The crickets' song and the droning of the dragonflies
As we tasted young love while the sun was high
And our hearts were free
Down the river road

Well everything changes - innocence gets lost
Still you long for a place lost in time
lost in time...

We landed the moon and the river road became an interstate
I guess that's progress in the real world
But it's hard to hear the oriole's call
Over freeways and cell phones and shopping malls
There's a scent of a dream I can almost recall
If I let my mind wander
Down the river road

Daughter of the Snow

Written By: Kyle Knapp

When Bill & Rachel Snowden staked their claim in Omaha
July of 1854
Rachel might have been the last white woman for a thousand miles
Men would gather just to see her smile

Tell me Rachel, why did you come here?
What took you so far from your home?
The first few lonely winters in this dusty frontier town
Would've brought an ordinary woman low
Daughter of the snow

As the cabin they called home became St. Nicholas Hotel
Sometimes she served a hundred meals a day
You can hear her pots a-clangin' to announce the noonday meal
One thing you never heard was her complain

Rachel, what was it called you from the folks you loved
To make this cold Nebraska sod your home?
Was fragile femininity a thing you left behind
To build a life where few would dare to go?
Daughter of the snow

A hundred-fifty years gone by erodes a memory
A sprawling city barely knows your name
And the debt that's owed to you most likely will not be repaid
But then I reckon it was not for thanks you came

The reaper finally had his way in 1899
Rachel's bones are resting up on Prospect Hill
But her spirit is still with us living in the legacy
Of a proud heart the prairie could not kill

Tell me Rachel, why did you come here
To make this unforgiving place your home?
You can plead your case to history, but it's a fickle judge I know
Is a graven marker all you'll have to show

If you could see your homestead now, half a million strong
I wonder, was it worth the price you paid?
With your husband and your children, leaving everything you'd known
To make this Nebraskaland your own
Daughter of the snow

© 2005 Kyle Knapp

Mother's Day

Written By: Kyle Knapp

In that moment of passion, I wonder if you knew
that destiny was in the room
Or that seeds of the future had been planted
and conceived within your womb

I thank the Lord above that I'm alive and free
To bless the woman who gave life to me and my family

There was one who fed me, who nurtured me along
the rough and ragged road of youth
The tongue that scolded me, the hand that dried my tears
The heart that helped me see the truth

that life would not be easy, but remember when I'm grown
If I share the love she showed me, I'd never be alone
I'd never be alone

As generations roll on, will they remember those
who sustained them on the way?
As my children, and their children, come into their own
I hope that I will hear them say

I thank the Lord above that I'm alive and free
To bless the woman who gave life to me and my family

I thank the Lord above that I'm alive and free
To bless the woman who gave life to me and my family
We're a family
We're a family

© 1992 Kyle Knapp

Where You Are

Written By: Bob McDonald/Kyle Knapp

It was a cold winter's day in Omaha
The sun was glistening off the new-fallen snow
The weatherman said ten degrees for the high
Yet there's no other place I want to go

I only want to be where you are
And if I'm not then you're too far away
I want to be where you are
In your heart is where I want to stay

Well the pickup broke down coming home from work
And I didn't have the money for a tow
And wouldn't you know I would miss the last bus
But there's nowhere else that I'd rather go

I only want to be where you are
And if I'm not then you're too far away
I want to be where you are
In your heart is where I want to stay

Today Miami's high is seventy-eight
With Albuquerque hittin' the big eight-o
And here I am walking on ice-covered streets
Still there's only one place I want to go

I only want to be where you are
And if I can't be then I might as well die
I want to be where you are
So baby let's give it another try

I only want to be where you are
And if I'm not then you're too far away
I want to be where you are
In your heart is where I want to stay

in your heart is where I want to stay

©1995 Kyle Knapp/Bob McDonald

Discography


• House of Sod (June 2007, Sod House Records)
• Refugee (July 2001, Tremulant Records)
• Burr Oak Acres (March 1997, Narrowpath Records)
• Walk with Me (1992, K-Tunes)
• Kyle K - Live! at the Gateway (1994 K-Tunes)
• Continue On (1995, K-Tunes)
• Acoustic Underground (1996, Tesco Productions)

Set List

I am equally comfortable with a 45-minute concert or a 3+ hour gig, and I try to tailor my setlists to suit the venue. I have at least a couple hours' worth of originals, as well as a strong assortment of cover tunes.

Popular cover songs include:
• James Taylor - Fire & Rain
• Dan Fogelberg - the Raven
• Simon & Garfunkel - the Boxer
• the Eagles - Desperado
• U2 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
• Cat Stevens - Wild World
• Counting Crows - Long December
• the Beatles - Norwegian Wood
• Harry Chapin - Cat's in the Cradle
• Don McLean - Vincent
• Bryan Adams - Summer of 69
• Tom Waites - Downtown Train
• Bob Dylan - I Believe in You
• Neil Young - Alabama
• Jorma Kaukonen - Genesis
• Allman Bros - Sweet Melissa
• Jackson Browne - Moving Farther On
• Mary Chapin-Carpenter - Late for Your Life
... and many more...

Original tunes include such titles as:
• Burr Oak Acres
• Lament for Romani