Louise Mosrie

Louise Mosrie

 Nashville, Tennessee, USA
SoloAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Smart, soulful, Southern folk singer/storyteller, Award-winning songwriter. Pretty good cook.

Biography

2014 Folk Alliance International Official Showcase Artist

2012 Rocky Mountain Folks Fest Songwriting Contest Finalist

2011 Telluride Festival Troubadour Songwriting Contest 2nd Place

2011 Voted "Most Wanted to Return" Falcon Ridge Folk Festival Emerging Artist

#1 Song and #1 Album on the Folk DJ charts - January 2010 www.folkradio.org

Winner - 2009 Kerrville Festival New Folk Songwriting Competition

Winner - 2010 Wildflower! Festival Performing Songwriter Contest

Louise Mosrie's new album Home is a return to her Southern roots. Unlike the pop sounds of her first two albums, the songs on Home combine Americana, bluegrass and folk genres drawing on the sensual imagery of the Deep South and carve new melodies out of old ideas and stories. Louise creates a world of lush detail and wide-open emotion through her lyrics and vocal delivery.

Her British parents (Dad from Gloucestershire and Mom from Cheshire) emigrated to the U.S. in the 60s for work and finally landed in middle Tennessee. As a child, Louise had trouble reconciling the two cultures around her - shunning all things Southern - disliking the accent, the food and the slow sleepy ways of doing things in her small rural town. She couldnt wait to leave the farm behind. Louise began writing pop/folk songs in her early 20s while living in Knoxville, producing two independent albums before moving to Nashville in 2004 to work on her song-craft. There, she made friends and contacts in the Americana and bluegrass side of Nashville, playing rounds and writing with artists like Donna Ulisse & Rick Stanley, Diana Jones and producer Ray Kennedy. Ironically, the melodies and imagery that emerged most strongly in her writing after 2004 came straight from the southern culture she once dismissed. Influenced by artists such as Nanci Griffith, Allison Krauss and Lucinda Williams, her songs tell stories of joy, love, struggle and heartbreak through the vivid characters and scenery of southern life. She now dreams of moving back to the country someday....

Check out: www.louisemosrie.com for preview clips of the new CD and more information.

Lyrics

Home

Written By: Louise Mosrie/Donna Ulisse

Home
By Louise Mosrie/Donna Ulisse © 2009 Zoe Cat Music (BMI)/Uncle Hadley Music (ASCAP)

Five o’clock
Cars for miles
Racing lights
Nobody smiles
A driver honks behind me.
I see his tired eyes and let him go
Cause everybody’s just tryin’ to get home.

Home
Maybe his wife has dinner ready
Home
Mashed potatoes and brown gravy
Home
Put a little dirt and concrete under his feet
To call his own
And the world falls off his shoulders like a heavy coat
And he’s home

In the check-out line
Behind an old man
Cart full of cat food, twenty cans
A pack of cigarettes and he’s
Humming a song I don’t know
He winks and says “I got hungry mouths at home”.

Home
I see him in his chair reading the paper
Home
Cat on his lap like a guardian angel
Home
Faded photos line the wall taken all
Of 60 years ago
Surrounded by familiar friendly ghosts
And he’s home

The streets silent and dark
Like the end of some sad song
But as I turn the corner
Like a northern star
The lights are on. The lights are on.

Home
In the sun filled rooms of your laughter
Home
Your heart’s my furnace in the winter
Home
Your arms around me, grounding me
The sweetest four walls I’ve ever known
Cause wherever you are that’s where I’ll go
And I’m home.
Yeah, wherever you are, that’s where I’ll go
Home

Battle of Blair Mountain

Written By: Louise Mosrie/Mike Richardson

Battle of Blair Mountain
By Louise Mosrie/MikeRichardson © 2009 Zoe Cat Music (BMI)/Rich N Songs Publishing (ASCAP)

Find a vein and drain the black gold.
Hoping to god, that the timbers hold.
Like my father before me, it’s all I know,
We live only to harvest the coal.

Mine owners mercy is shallow as a grave
Living in shantytowns, we got no say.
14 hour shifts and such a meager wage
And Mother Jones can’t help us now anyway. Anway.

We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force.
O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm
Lay down your bible, take up your gun.
Blair Mountain, here we come.

Red bandanas tell us what side you’re on.
We’re the Rednecks of the union - 1921
We leave tonight 13000 strong.
We’ll take the fight to Blair Mountain before the dawn.

We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force.
O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm
Lay down your bibles, take up your guns.
Blair Mountain, here we come.

I fight for my father still buried in the mine
I fight for my son – so he’ll have a better life.
We’re soldiers of the Great War and it ain’t right
To treat a man like a dog just to make a dime.

We’ll take the roads. We’ll take the train by force.
O deliver us Lord from the gathering storm
Lay down your bibles, take up your guns.
Blair Mountain, here we come.

Find a vein and drain the black gold.
You better hope to God that the timbers hold.

God Lives In Arkansas

Written By: Louise Mosrie

God and Arkansas
By Louise Mosrie/© 2009 Zoe Cat Music (BMI)

Ozark mountains
Speeding past knee high grass
Crooked and steep
I can still smell the brake pads

Indian summer heat
John Prine on the radio
Cemetaries bigger than the town itself
Paint ponies graze between headstones

Oh, getting down the road.
Oh, searching my soul
And I’m almost believing
That God lives in Arkansas

Blackbirds circle over the pines
Dogs barking on a chain
It’s dripping rain
All the way to Russellville

They got rebel flags for sale
Next door to the Primitive Baptist.
And I-40 fruit stands got the sweetest peaches
This side of Memphis, yes and

Oh, getting down the road.
Oh, searching my soul
And I’m almost believing
That God lives in Arkansas.

Broken barn tangled in a twister
Wild weeds between the boards
Damn, it’s so beautiful I feel like a trespasser
Creeping on your floors

Some people go to church but I just hit the road
Trees are the steeples
Mountains my altars, amen and it’s
Calling me home

Oh, getting down the road.
Oh, searching my soul
And I’m almost believing
That God lives in Arkansas.

Leave Your Gun

Written By: Louise Mosrie


Oh, now they call this place the Valley of Death
But to me it is my only home and all I have left.
When the war came to our farm, we hid in the cellared earth
Till the guns silenced but the smoke still took our breath.

Dead Union soldier - a fatal wound to the gut, but
His hands still clutching that gun just like he forgot.
A shallow grave and a prayer to the Lord above, and
Wooden cross where we left him right there in that mud.

Somebody’s father
Somebody’s son
Some red-blooded woman’s only one
You can rest here
Your work is done.
Go on to heaven brother,
Leave your gun.

Oh, now these Tennessee hills won’t ever be the same
I can see blood running down the valley in my restless dreams
A thousand bullet holes in my father’s walls and beams and
We’re glad for the wounded who die in their sleep.

Somebody’s father
Somebody’s son
Some red-blooded woman’s only one
You can rest here
Your work is done.
Go on to heaven brothers,
Leave your gun.

Young Tod Carter fought alongside those Southern men.
Caught a bullet in the belly, laid up two days in my bed.
Momma cried out loud as he shivered hard at the end,
And the angels took him home to heaven I guess.

He was my brother
My father’s son
My dear poor mother’s beloved one
Boy, you can rest here
Your work is done
Go on to heaven brother,
Leave your gun
Go on to heaven my brother, where
You won’t need your gun.

I Love This World

Written By: Louise Mosrie

I Love This World
© 2009 Louise Mosrie/Zoe Cat Music (BMI)

This morning I turned off
The radio, the TV news
And the internet had to go.
There’s a lot of good going out there
But you wouldn’t know, and
Good God, I love this world.

I love dusty country roads and
City lights
Rickety old red barns and
Dragonflies
Nashville shining tonight like brand new dime.
Good God, I love this world.

There’s a new songwriter
Just off the bus
Got a guitar and a suitcase looking
A little lost.
He’s got everything to lose
But to hell with the cost.
Good God, I love this world.

I love this world. I love this world. I love this world.

Everyday I want to thank you
For your love
Sometimes all the strength I have
Just ain’t enough, but
When bad times come down
Good people stand up
Good God, I love this world.

I’m not putting my head down in
sand these days.
Just trying to be a little grateful
For this breathing space.
Maybe I need to believe in
The human race.
Good God, I love this world.

I love this world. I love this world. I love this world.

Discography

NEW CD! (2014)
Home (2010)

Set List

I mostly perform originals with maybe one or two covers thrown in - like a John Prine song or Rickie Lee Jones.