Reed Ferguson

Reed Ferguson

 Atlanta, Georgia, USA
BandRockSinger/Songwriter

"Every time I sit down to write a new song, I swear to Bob Dylan this won't be some cheesy pop song." Inspired by her idols of 1960's Classic Rock, Reed introduces "Neo" Classic Rock to a whole new generation of Rock lovers.

Biography

MAGIC EYE IS FINALLY HERE...thanks to fans on Kickstarter!  NOW AVAILABLE ON ITUNES!!

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/magic-eye-ep/id1086103081

Don't miss my SEPT. 10TH show at Callanwolde's Salute to America and the Arts with headliner CEELO GREEN!  Tickets on sale now!   Here's the link: http://callanwolde.org/event/salute-to-america-and-the-arts-2016/

ABOUT REED


"I swear this lil lady jumped right outta a time machine. Girl's gotta #hippiesoul!"  That comment by a fan after a recent Reed Ferguson show at an Atlanta Rock venue says it all.  If Classic Rock is looking for a revival, it just might find its savior in this 19 year old singer/songwriter. A fusion of various influences, from Elmore James to Led Zeppelin, is what drives her authentic and unique songwriting Rock style. NPR's John Lorinc recently described it as "Neo" Classic Rock and Reed's latest release, an original 5 song EP entitled Magic Eye, is evidence of this emerging genre.  It's no wonder notables in the industry are saying Reed’s writing style is on the path to being “prolific,” and perhaps this is what her songwriting idols Jimi Hendrix, Joni Mitchell, Joan Baez and Robert Plant looked like at 19.  As one Atlanta newspaper recently wrote, "While Classic Rock lovers will delight in the covers sprinkled through her set list, it's Reed's original tunes that are sure to bring new rockers to the fold.”

Magic Eye is now available on iTunes!


Learn more about Reed on website:  http://www.reedferguson.com/who-am-i

Lyrics

Magic Eye

Written By: Reed Ferguson,Barry Richman

I’ve got special sight, a power you can’t see
I can spy all the lies of my enemies
Behind their shiny colors, their secrets hide in shame
Don’t you want to know how they got their names and their fame?

I’ve got a magic eye
I know a truth from a lie
I’ve got a magic eye
Don’t you wish you knew
What I see in you?

He’s got a brand new Maserati and the women call him fine
He roams the streets a free man when he should be doing time
She claims she ran to escape a broken man
Pity buys her gold, they don’t know it’s a scam, then they’re damned

I’ve got a magic eye
I know a truth from a lie
I’ve got a magic eye
Don’t you wish you knew
What I see in you?

That brand new Maserati, he crashed just for the thrill
He killed a man but paid it off with a million dollar bill
Oh and her, do wanna know the truth?
She stole from her own children and her loving husband too

I’ve got a magic eye
I know a truth from a lie
I’ve got a magic eye
Don’t you wish you knew
What I see in you?

The Burnout Knew Better

Written By: Reed Ferguson

You’d go to Woodstock without knowing Hendrix
Quote “Stairway to Heaven” without loving Zeppelin
You know “21 Guns” so you say you like punk
Do you even know of the Ramones?

The Burnout knew better in ’91
He saw through your poser-act fun
He said, “You know not what it means”
And you care not what it means
You just like to shoot your guns
But we know you’re the one
That the Burnout warned us of

You think you’re so hipster with your fake flower crown
Do you even flowers, or is it just for the crowd?
One minute rebel, one minute tamed
You’re not really different if you’re exactly the same

The Burnout knew better in ’91
He saw through your poser-act fun
He said, “You know not what it means”
And you care not what it means
You just like to shoot your guns
But we know you’re the one
That the Burnout warned us of

He Says It's Magic

Written By: Reed Ferguson

There’s flowers in his hair
And tattoos on his hands
There’s beads around his wrists
And his shades hang off his shirt

Says music makes him free
And carries him away
To a land of make believe
Where’s there’s no such thing as pain

He says he’s free
Says he can fly
He says he’s free
When the smoke lifts him high
When he imagines
He says it’s magic

He likes to play guitar
In the middle of the day
And he doesn’t give a damn
They say his life’s a waste

Magic makes him laugh
And rainbows make him smile
But he’ll never let it pass
‘Cause then he’d feel the pain

He says he’s free
Says he can fly
He says he’s free
When the smoke lifts him high
When he imagines
He says it’s magic

And he doesn’t see
That when he closes his eyes
It’s not real, he’s not free
It’s escape, make believe
And he’ll never be fine
It’s too late
His mistakes
have taken his life

He says he’s free
Says he can fly
He says he’s free
When the smoke lifts him high
When he imagines
He says it’s magic

He’s not as free
As he would like
It doesn’t make him free
When the smoke lifts him high
What he calls magic
is all imagined
He thinks it’s magic
He says it’s magic

Keep To Yourself

Written By: Reed Ferguson

Oh, there’s some things you should keep to yourself
Oh, there’s some things you should keep to yourself

You’re bending over backwards to keep your head held high
You’re bending over backwards to keep your man in line
‘Cause ain’t nobody told you you’re as free as any man
Ain’t nobody told you get out as fast you can

And this man thinks he’s smarter than you
And this one thinks he can take more than you
Say only girls cry, they’re just selling themselves
And some say there are some things you should keep to yourself

Oh, there’s some things you should keep to yourself
Oh, there’s some things you should keep to yourself

He’s tortured and he’s scarred you for as long as you have lived
‘Cause ain’t nobody told you marriage ain’t all that there is
You live in fear of solitude, say you fight like a girl
‘Cause girls are weak and men are strong, you won’t survive on your own

And this man thinks he’s smarter than you
And this one thinks he can take more than you
Say only girls cry, they’re just selling themselves
And some say there are some things you should keep to yourself

These movies and magazines turn you into a thing
Give you no identity, an object for a “he”
You’re plain without a painted face, they say you’re looking rough
But if you’ve got on too much, they say you’re not good enough

And this man thinks he’s smarter than you
And this one thinks he can take more than you
Say only girls cry, they’re just selling themselves
And some say there are some things you should keep to yourself

And this girl thinks she’s not skinny enough
‘Cause the magazines said it’s not tight enough
But the men all say these women are killing our men
“Oh, there’s some things, honey, you should keep to yourself”

And this man, he’s just laughing at you
And he’ll keep thinking he’s better than you
As long as you let him look at pictures of you
Don’t whine and complain, girl
If you want it to change
Change it yourself, girl, and remember, remember
There’s one thing you should never ever keep yourself
Don’t you ever ever keep your mind to yourself

The Grim Reaper

Written By: Reed Ferguson

My father said, “Don’t you know it’ll drag you down
Into the dust where you will drown?
You’ll choke on dirt. Wipe that smirk away
‘cause now you are falling prey”

I know I’ll cause the death of myself one day
I know I’ll die before I live that life I crave
Can’t help this burning in my guts for one more high
I know I’ll try before I bite the dust today

My father then looked me in the eye
Said, “Son, I’ll give you one last try
Unless you want to meet the Grim Reaper tonight”
But I thought that sounded nice
(There’s something wrong with me!)

I know I’ll cause the death of myself one day
I know I’ll die before I live that life I crave
Can’t help this burning in my guts for one more high
I know I’ll try before I bite the dust today

Now I’ve fallen prey to the needle in the vein
Nobody saves me when I think I’ve gone insane
I’m sorry, Father, I’m afraid it may be too late

I know I’ll cause the death of myself one day
I know I’ll die before I live that life I crave
Can’t help this burning in my guts for one more high
Now I think I’d like to meet the Grim Reaper tonight

Set List

SMITH’S OLDE BAR SET LIST 11/21


  1. Magic Eye (original)
  2. Can’t Find My Way Home - Blind Faith
  3. Come Together - Beatles
  4. Keep To Yourself (original)
  5. Why Does Love Got To Be So Sad? - Derek & the Dominos
  6. The Weight - The Band
  7. The Burnout Knew Better (original)
  8. He Says It’s Magic (original)
  9. Soulshine - Allman Brothers
  10. Grim Reaper (original)