Tom Horne

Tom Horne

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Tom Horne's debut release WORD SALAD is a dark and haunting exploration, featuring Tom's scratchy vocals (think Tom Waits), simple instrumentation (guitar, mandolin, banjo), provocative lyrics (drawing on Tom's turbulent former struggles with addiction) and contrasting harmonies by Stephanie Riggio

Biography

Hailing from the lush hills of East Tennessee and the noisy streets of Los Angeles, songwriter and singer Tom Horne reaches into the depths of his own psyche with the stunning solo debut, WORD SALAD, a dark musical journey where traditional instruments and clean, clear lyricism are infused with haunting production and counter melodies. This former sideman guitarist has worked with other musicians for years, often contributing his original songs to various projects. Described as a mix of Tom Waits and John Prine, and heavily influenced by Mark Lanegan and Bob Dylan, Horne's scratchy vocals add to the genuine moody feel and are sometimes contrasted with background vocals by Co-Producer Stephanie Riggio's ethereal sound. Horne has had his share of demons from within and without, and WORD SALAD both exorcises and offers hope through the power of music

Lyrics

Chances Are

Written By: Thomas S. Horne


Set a fire beneath this town
And all the places we walked around
Throw away all those memories
Burn away both you and me
Rusty nails and roses thorns
Rolling thunder in a teacup storm
There's nothing left here anymore for me
Seems like all I ever do is leave

Sell your soul but keep your heart for me
Lonliness is better with some company
Tend the light and keep a watch at the door
But chances are you'll see me no more

While my shadow crawled as the hours passed
You walked right through the looking glass
You had a smile that make the colors sing
Now a black and white photo is all that remains

I sold my soul but kept my heart for you
For whatever good it would do
Put out the light and honey latch the door
Chance are you'll see me no more

chances are

Written By: Thomas S. Horne


Set a fire beneath this town
And all the places we walked around
Throw away all those memories
Burn away both you and me
Rusty nails and roses thorns
Rolling thunder in a teacup storm
There's nothing left here anymore for me
Seems like all I ever do is leave

Sell your soul but keep your heart for me
Lonliness is better with some company
Tend the light and keep a watch at the door
But chances are you'll see me no more

While my shadow crawled as the hours passed
You walked right through the looking glass
You had a smile that make the colors sing
Now a black and white photo is all that remains

I sold my soul but kept my heart for you
For whatever good it would do
Put out the light and honey latch the door
Chance are you'll see me no more

Discography

WORD SALAD (soon to be released)
all songs by Thomas Horne
published by pathwitheart music, BMI

Set List

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