Summer Russell

Summer Russell

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Acoustic folk songbird; migratory, native to Southern climes. Identifiable by lush shading, intricate melodies, and a warm, honest voice. Will sing for crumbs.

Biography

Poetry is at the heart of the craft for Summer Russell, a budding singer/songwriter whose love for the lyrical runs deep. Raised on the music of troubadours past, Summer writes with vivid imagery and honest emotion that give her songs a timeless appeal.

"She has a voice that can fill a room. Tone so pure, it brings you past goosebumps to something warmer and deeper. Rich, powerful, beautiful and moving. Her presence demands attention and her voice holds it." - Jennifer Moore, 6/23/2004

Lyrics

Foot On The Floor

Written By: Summer Russell

The storm is miles away, you said
As you stepped into the rain
Looked over your shoulder
And disappeared again
But your ghost rose up at break of day
And tailed me down the interstate
With the radio up loud to drown the din

I don't care where I'm going tomorrow
If I can stop going out of my mind
Got my foot on the floor
But I can't seem to get you behind me

The road rolls out the red, red sun
Coming in at number one:
Everything is gonna be alright
I hold the wheel and sing along
Sometimes I can be so strong
But I still can't keep from dreaming every night

I don't care where I'm going tomorrow
If I can stop going out of my mind
Got my foot on the floor
But I can't seem to get you behind me

I wrote your name and I tore it apart
All folded up in a paper heart
In a hotel room in Denver yesterday
But you haven't even thought my name
Since the night I drove myself away
And I wonder why I care, but I can't say

Did you think that I wouldn't remember
Did I think that you wouldn't forget?
Did I think it was going to be easier
Leaving like this?

I don't care where I'm going tomorrow
If I can stop going out of my mind
Got my foot on the floor
But I can't seem to get you behind me
Got my foot on the floor
But I can't seem to leave you behind

Oak Creek Canyon

Written By: Summer Russell

I had a fancy for winter thoughts
In the August of my youth
I came stargazing to your mountain town
Poking pinholes in the truth
But you rode up to where I was staying
I remember, you were saying:

Let's go down to Oak Creek Canyon
Little girl, hold on, I’m planning
To leave all those doubts abandoned
By the side of the winding road
Cold rain in the warm summer
Looked up and began to wonder
Thought I heard the distant thunder
Of a heart just like my own

Never knew that a sky so gray
Could make a morning clearer
Wind rose in the canyon walls
So I held you a little bit nearer
And I watched the raindrops run
To the arms of the red Sedona sun

All that cold rain in the warm summer
Hot blood has its own thunder
Came flooding my ears from under
The clouds that filled my brain
Cold rain in the warm summer
Heartbeat makes a strange drummer
Don't think I'll ever dance to another
Like the one I found that day

Rainfall on the roof tonight
And my thoughts are miles away
Just wanna turn out the light
At the end of a weary day
And then I hear you riding, right up to my door
I could swear that you’re calling like you did before

So let's go down to Oak Creek Canyon
Look up where the hills are standing
And leave the day abandoned
By the side of the winding road
Cold rain in the warm summer
Heartbeat makes a strange drummer
Don't think I'll ever dance to another
Like the one that we have known
Let's go down to Oak Creek Canyon
Look up where the hills are standing
We can leave it all abandoned
By the side of the winding road.

Gambler's Luck

Written By: Summer Russell

Half a good gambler's luck, they say,
Is in knowing when it's time to walk away
Well, I finally broke even, and midnight is leaving
With most of my reasons to stay.
Luck be a lady, and leave me alone,
So I can cash in my chips and go home.

But you can't, and I won't,
And I know, and we don't
want to turn on this chance that we see,
I know what I hold,
and it's too late to fold,
And I'm tired, but the drinks are free

So I will stand with my hands in my pockets
And wonder how I got lost in this dive
Hellbent on winning a few dirty pennies
And losing at life while it happens outside
Luck be a lady, and show me what's real
Before I gamble away what I feel

But you can't, and I won't,
And I know, and we don't
want to run out before we've run dry
I could lay down my bets
On a sure thing, and yet
I'm still trying to wager the sky

Past all of the words
And the unending turns I could track through
I just miss knowing
That I was the one you'd come back to
And I think I'm so strong
and so brave when I stay
But maybe I just don't know
when to call it a day
and if you could love me a little bit less
then maybe I'd just walk away

But you can't, and I won't,
And I know, and we don't
Want to let a good thing go to waste
And they deal out the cards,
and it keeps getting harder
To hold on to all that we've saved

but I can't, and I won't,
and I know that I'm not
gonna give up on winning this hand
I know what I hold
and it's too late to fold
and this isn't the deal I had planned
but my gambler's luck
sees the chance that it struck
and I know
when to stay
where I stand.

Discography

No discography currently available.

Set List

Set lengths vary from 20 minutes to 1 hour. A standard performance is two sets of 30-45 minutes each. Material consists of primarily original music, but covers are available if requested.

- Original tunes (more mp3s available at http://www.soundclick.com/summerrussell):

Highway Songs
Foot On The Floor
Oak Creek Canyon
El Paso
Gambler's Luck
Mary and Joseph
The Lady Of Song
Waking The Dead
Ol' Grey Dog
Shine In Your Smile
At The End Of The Line
Minnie's Kitchen
A Reason To Celebrate
Carry My Heart
A Little More
The Return of Black Jack Davie
I Like You
What The Night Was For

- Favorite covers:

Songbird
Angel From Montgomery
Ain't No Sunshine
Come To My Window

- Plus a considerable repertoire of traditional folk and Celtic music.