Ross Beamish

Ross Beamish

BandAmericanaFolk

Biography

The Bellingham years were spent recording many of my earlier songs. Having developed as a writer I spent more time in the studio (closet) to produce the two songs you hear in the press kit. I'm glad to be out of the closet and am looking forward to playing some shows in now native seattle. I come from a small town in Grays Harbor and I scraped my knees a bunch, but it was all in growing. I am influenced by eavesdropping, small cafes, a cup of coffe, William least heat moon, and his bible "Blue Highways", closets, shut down buildings, and old memories that jump into me when i write.

Lyrics

Watermelon Sugar

Written By: Ross Beamish

Coffe in the morning usually makes it feel better, but today it wont.
I think i understand why a man would take his life but i probably wont.
I hate to get you down every time you come around, but it helps to talk to you.
Watermelon sugar, and the blankets behind the shed.
Love in the afternoon, make the bed.
I could talk to you forever with the stars hanging overhead, dressed up nice for you.
And I'm as blue as the ocean, and you're as far as the moon.
I left your letters unopened locked up in my room.
Loves a picket fence,and i'm not sure where to ride.
We got older and we threw up one too many times.
I found at summers ending that my punishment did not fit my crime, of my time with you.
And I'm as blue as the ocean, and you're as far as the moon.
I left your letters unopened locked up in my room.

A Song for Leaving

Written By: Ross Beamish

Sing a song for leaving the long winded version first, while my mother looks for something I can wear. Look through the dime-store shops and all of the clothing stops to watch her bargain backwards for a pair of red boots, and a plaid lined jacket, do you find it hard to stay awake? Sing a song for winter the sunny version first while my mother checks the tressel for the train. She used to paint these pictures when she still had the brains, but I guess brains like hers just wash away like rain. It gets cold out here this time of year and i find it hard to stay awake. Am i a ghost or a song for leaving? Mama june she'd care less if i keeled over and died tonight. Sing a song for leaving the oldest version first while my mother looks for something she can wear. When they closed the dime store shops they shut them tight with boards and locks like it was once but never really there. It gets cold out here this time of year and i sing a song to june to stay awake.

Like a Battery

Written By: Ross Beamish

She doesn't beat her fist against the wall. She doesn't like the sound it makes when my pictures fall. She doesn't wrap her hands up in the sheets then call me back. To say she might have left her jewlery. Here I go shocking her with words, so in shock waiting at the pet shop by the curb. Shaking out my olive branch I'm stranded like a tree. Waiting in your kitchen draining like a battery. I got a bottle we can share it on the street. It's time to drink away your new apologies. We can't fight the light the dark will swallow it like the sea, and maybe you'll grow up and win pull tabs for me. We'll see. I'll be standing in your kitchen draining like a battery. Here I go shocking her with words. So pissed off I ran down to the boardwalk with the birds, sticking out my chest i guess so all the world could see that we all go slow draining like a battery. We all go slow draining like a battery. We all go slow draining like a battery.

Discography

I have three tracks available at Myspace that i recorded for a 5 song demo from my closet.
Myspace music:Ross Beamish

Set List

Watermelon Sugar
The Window
Like a Battery
Halloween
My Life
The Grave of John Tornow
A song for Leaving