Moriah Harris

Moriah Harris

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"Infectious!"-Musicload.com "The songbird gem of America!"-Matt Smith. Beautiful heart wrenching melodies. Poetic and intelligent. Moriah's voice resonates with aching and longing in every single breath and tone in her debut release, and her live performances bring audiences to a pin drop silence.

Biography

The Thieves on Stratton Avenue is Moriah's first recorded collection of sound.

The album is rooted in a musical core of acoustic guitar, upright bass, and Moriah's stunning vocal, which is somewhere between Allison Krauss, Norah Jones, and Carol King. Strings, piano, pedal steel, and electric guitar add layers of moody emotional texture around lyrics that are laced with both hope and heaviness. There are subtle but powerful references throughout the album to folk, jazz, classical, and religious music, all four important musical genres in Moriah's musical journey.

Consider the following snapshots:

Childhood:a whirlwind of Bach inventions and Chopin waltzes, played on an old upright piano in the mountains of West Virginia.

Adolescence: A brief but well meant fury of faith, playing classical violin and leading worship at church and on summer mission trips to Albania and Hungary.

Early adulthood: An entire re-structuring of identity, experimentation over dogma, relativity over absolute truth, improvisation over writen music, and the creation and performance of original songs from her heart to express all these growing pains.

Moriah says, "I believe in the power of music as an expression of both emotional resilience and frailty. It also has the power to over-ride seemingly contradicting circumstances."

The present snapshot?

Moriah brings these gifts to the table: a haunting angelic voice, a poetic sensibility, and the re-creation of life experience through a sound and voice that is both unique and heart wrenching.

Lyrics

The Devils Game

Written By: Moriah Harris

Gone away my love
Gone away my love
Yeah I lost him to the Devil in the Devils game
With no help from the good Lord above

Come on and shake me dry
Come on and shake me dry
All that I can taste in my mouth is the salt of my tears
The salt of the tears that I cry

I walk this road of shame
I walk this road of shame
Oh that I could be reborn under a lucky star
And the fate of another name

Gone away my love
Gone away my love
Yeah I lost him to the Devil in the Devils game
With no help from the Good Lord above

Yeah I lost him to the Devil in the Devils game
With no help from the Good Lord above

Growing Old Apart

Written By: Moriah Harris

Darling I regret,
The ball and chain that tied me to you
Hasn't been broken off yet
Moments I forget
Are followed by a heaviness
that pours inside my
heart to set

And darling Im watching you
I am still holding to
Every word you spoke
Every note you wrote
Here in this place
In these walls in this space

You were mine
Wanted you to be mine
Wanted to share the weight
I wanted to carry your heart
But the lines
Lines of my face appear
Telling me your not here
Telling me we're still growing old
We're still growing old
Just a thousand miles apart

I cannot keep or bind you
All that I can do is leave you
to your space and leave you to you time too
But all things are not fine here
The bones that you have broken
are growing back in twisted lines dear

And I dont know why but I kept
The last pack of your last cigarettes
that you smoked on the steps
of the back porch when you were
Just waiting for me

To be yours
Wanted to be all yours
Wanted to share the weight
I wanted to carry your heart
But more time is disappearing
Telling me your not here and
Telling me we're still growing old
We're still growing old
Just a thousand miles apart

Ghost Town

Written By: Moriah Harris

Clouds repeat
They cover dusted land
Swirled into sand
and blue sea
Heart retreat
Into what you know
Safe from wind and snow
And cold breeze

The shoes on my feet
Have taken me to a ghost town
Where hearts and lights
And souls and streets
Have closed down

And now the factory lights
They're like a sea of stars
Lonely where they are
All stuck in their place
So come fearless night
Wont you hide away my heart
Save me from the part
I just cant face

Bridge
And the traffic lights never change to
green from red
What I thought were angels were
demons instead
And I came here to find it
To silence the voice in my head

But all of the colors have faded away
And all that is left is faded and gray
And all I can do now is turn around
and walk . . . . . .
Walk away

Discography

The Thieves on Stratton Avenue (EP released in 2008
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"The Devil's Game" currently being played on INDIE104 iRADIOLA.
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Background Vocals and Fiddle on "World on Fire" (Wes Charlton, Wildflower Records)
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Original Music for "The Mark", a short film by Ann Holdum

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Set List

My sets are usually 45 minutes to an hour.
Mostly original, with an occasional TASTEFUL cover (i.e. J.J. Kale -River Runs Deep)