SINGER-SONGWRITER CONCERT Wild And Precious Life
SINGER-SONGWRITER CONCERTWild and Precious Life
Interlochen, Michigan252nd Program of the 60th Year*SINGER-SONGWRITER CONCERTThursday, May 12, 20227:30pm, Dendrinos Chapel/Recital HallWild and Precious Life“Formerly Rose Hill” . Kaya Shin-Sherman, Atherton, Calif.“What If” . Madeline Levan, Fort Lauderdale, Fla.“Like you Did”. Aidan Mountford, Grand Haven, Mich.“Holding On” . Alex Harris, Northbrook, Ill.“The Last Time” . Gracie Feinberg, Aspen, Colo.“Learn to Run” . Gigi Kriegsmann, Brooklyn, N.Y.Ronnie Lehr, Davenport, Fla.“Salt on a Slug” . Mason DeFoe, Orlando, Fla.“Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too, Two” . Colin Griffis, Tucson, Ariz.“This Winter” . Holly Paterno, Monroe, N.Y.“Nothing” . Clara Devey, Interlochen, Mich.“Red Light” . Vivi Rogers, Chicago, Ill.“Her Kind” . Lila Holler, Ocean View, Del.***
SONG LYRICSFormerly Rose HillKaya Shin-ShermanI could be drinking nowBut all I can think aboutIs I hope your fingernails are all grown outDecember seventeenthstuck out into the streetand I tripped over it and broke a few of my teethWhat's the deal?I can feel yousneaking inin my car,in my heart,all over again.Do you still twist the sheets when you sleep?I want to know how you breathewhen I’m not there.And I will confess my sins when I leave.I joke, but seriously,I don’t wanna regret.After you finish dinnerMy nights become a sick blurOf wondering where you are and what you’re doing, who you’re with and areyou wishing she wasMe?in your car,in your heart,all over againDo you still hate the bumps on your cheeks?I want to know how you breathewhen I’m not there.And I will confess my sins when I leave.I joke, but seriously,I don’t wanna regret.But what if your sheets aren’t twistedAnd I’m just pathetic till I’m dead?This is the proof that I knew you, this is the proof.
What ifMadeline LevanI would check and checkTill the thoughts were out of my headHe would tuck me inThen put me to bedRead me a poem before turning off the lightsSaid don’t let the bed bugs biteWhat if what-ifsCouldn’t get my brain to quiet downWhat if what-ifsThat's all I could think aboutDidn’t wanna be alone with my shadowsSo he would wait till my eyes closedRapid-fire questions filled the roomSoftly closed the door and said I lovebut I’m getting olderAnd that means you are tooMy biggest fearIs losing you:More than a family, more thanYou've taught me everything IMore than a family, more thanYou've taught me everything IYou’ve taught me everything Ia homeneed to knowa homeneed to knowneed to knowLike you DidOnce yours now my mugOld coffee stains still in the rugWhen I walk through these hallsFeels like you’re still aroundBut when I open my eyesYou’re nowhere to be foundI can’t fill your empty shoeI am nothing without youAnd now I don’t know what to doI’m holding on to this sinking shipBaby, I’m losing itCause I’ll never love me like you didLike you didAidan Mountford
In the attic collecting dustPolaroid pictures of usWhen I lay down at nightSilence calls out your nameAnd nothing is rightWhen the empty remainsI can’t fill your empty shoeI am nothing without youAnd now I don’t know what to doI’m holding on to this sinking shipBaby, I’m losing itCause I’ll never love me like you didLike you didI miss making you coffeeOn nights when you’d talk meInto staying upI miss the help in the kitchenCause now dirty dishesAre piling up in the sinkI wish that I told youHow much I love youCause I didn’t say it enoughI can’t fill your empty shoeI am nothing without youDarling tell me what to doI’m holding on to this sinking shipBaby, I’m losing itCause I’ll never love me like you didLike you didHolding OnWhen the night is cloudy, and there’s no light to be seen.I’ll hold onto you, as we drift off and dream.I dream of my home, I’m asleep in my room.I wake up without you, under the desert moon.I’ve seen you come and I’ve seen you go.You’re there at my highs but you leave at my lows.(But I’m still) Holding on, holding on to hopeAlex Harris
When the dawn breaks over the mountains in the West.I pry my mind away from the thoughts of rest.Park myself under a juniper tree,Writing letters that will be sent back to me.Hang on, hang on, hang on.The Last TimeI'm so sick and tired of writing sad songsBut I guess that's just how I'm feelingI guess that's just how I dealI'm done packing duffel bags and leavingI'm done boarding planesBecause every mile every mile every mileBreaks my heart a little moreThis is the last timeThis is the last timeI have to be like this/ feel like thisIt’s the last timeI'm done waking up exhaustedI had it then I lost itWas it really worth the cost I paidAnd I don’t get out much these daysI guess I’m just too focused on getting awayI guess you get sidetracked on the things you hateBut at least I was lucky enoughAt least I was lucky enoughTo have something good enough to missThis is the last timeThis is the last timeI have to be like this/ feel like thisHurt like this/ work like thisTry like this/ lie like thisIt’s the last timeAnd I'm so sick and tired of writing sad songsBut I guess that's just how I'm feelingI guess that's just how I dealGracie Feinberg
Learn to RunCatching onto hairs of boredomBrush the glitter from my hairLeave me a letter with vacant wordsI'll fill them up laterGigi Kriegsmann and Ronnie LehrMy hero has lazy timinghe breaks down with no good warningI’ve never wished to recover youYou kill one, you kill twoKeep me in a glass cageNever touch me againI never said I loved youBut I do, I do, I doPatch me up with needles and glueNow my soft edges hurt youBite my pretty heart in twoOh God I’m through, I’m throughI live at your feetScrapped, flat, and tornYou won’t ever get me freeYou only know to roamSalt on a SlugShe spray paints her poems detailing the end of the worldOn the side of seven-eleven she’s a city girlShe says there’s no law to be broken if there's never one thereAnd what’s a law if dignity ceases to careMason DeFoeOh oh salt on a slugOh oh I think she’s given upHer touch is enough to calm you for a thousand yearsBut can be now harsh enough to flow a river of tearsShe’s fighting a battle against herselfDrowning in her own blood and not asking for helpOh oh moth into the flameOh oh writhing in her painGiven up on the world listening to screams pierce through in the backgroundShe’s mastered the art of being silently loudTurntable spinning a static soundShe's given up on herself
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too TwoIckle Me, the eldestMost level headed, he felt hisLife was awaiting adjournmentSo he grabbed his two brothersKissed goodbye to one motherAnd turned the three into adventure-menAnd every night before bed they sangWhat fun it is to fly so highIn a shoe of unusual sizeNever being tied to anythingDeeply looking out off the bowPeering in-n-out of cloudsJust canvas, lace, and feather wingsPickle Me, The secondNever bored for a second of HIS lifeHe worked for what he wantedTold stories of his dreamsOf kingdoms and vice-rid kingsAnd mounds of trash that are to be haunted byAnd every night he'd siiiiiiiiingBut Tickle Me misses his loverNever loved any betterSo he grabbed himself some paper and a bottleAnd wrote her a letterOut on the sea it readsI’ll find any excuse to find youIn every dark haired girl that passes by myBlurry eyes astigmatism bringing me hopeExcuse to find youIn every dark haired girl that passes by myBlurry eyes astigmatism bringing me hopeIn every unfocused turnThough they’ll tire, though I burnColin Griffis
This WinterAn old flannel shirtCigar burns in the stitchesThinner than a ragQuiet birds chirpingSunrise in the early morningHalf drunk pot of coffeeCackling of the emberIn the old cinnamon candleBack when momma used to like burning thingsBut that oversized flannelIs all she’s got leftTo make sense of why daddy had to leaveWashington all the way to MinnesotaThings won’t be any better in New YorkFeel the sunrise breaking in the distanceCan’t sleep yet, I’ve got miles to goAnd my back is beginning to grow stifferNow I sleep on the mattress I don’t ownAnd God may tell you I’m a sinner, but oh sinner don’t you knowIt’s so hard to keep a shivering soul warmIn the winterGrandpas old ChevyThe paint job turned to rustThe motor likes to sputterEvergreen pine treesStill covered in the snowBlanket from last DecemberCreases in the leatherFrom his vintage Levi jeansSome old folk song on the radioThe rain starts coming downBloody knuckle windshieldMy reflection doesn’t look like me anymoreWashington all the way to MinnesotaThings won’t be any better in New YorkI’ll drive miles through the mountains in MissouriBut my home will always be New YorkHolly Paterno
It’s been too long since I’ve seen the Great LakesI can’t remember when they weren’t frozen overAnd God may tell you that I am just a sinnerBut sinner, you are too, oh don’t you knowThat the road less traveled is always lonelyAll the rocks and roots exposed to the coreIt’s been such a long and lonely winterAnd so it's hard to keep a shivering soul warmIt’s so hard to keep a shivering soul warm (x 4)But I found a way to keep myself warmThis winterNothingClara DeveyOnly the sky isn’t emptyI would know, look up at night. see?Bedtime story, silentSleep for days, quietNothing must mean somethingSince nothing isn’t an absenceNothing is a full sentenceSilence isn’t nothingOnly words, as you listenIs the same as silenceWhat I won’t do, speak to youFeel loud enough, quietNothingNothingNothingNothingNothingx2to affordto feelto sayto her nameyou can do x5Nothing means nothing x2Red LightListen here folksI can smell the smokeFrom a mile awayEven on the highwayVivi Rogers
I know the worlds gonna endAnd you wanna have a bottle on the south benddon’t go and follow that curveI’m gonna tell you where to turnYou use up your time like it’s borrowedSpeeding through every stop lightlet’s take our chances tomorrowAnd live in the moment tonightCome be my babyI want youOh latelyThere’s no red light I wouldn’t run throughI see you wrap your lies around a cocktail glassFlying down the freeway far too fastAnd you don’t know what you’re gonna dowhen you see the horrors on the newsIn a week or twoI’m no prophet but I think I got itLet me tell you what you gotta doLet’s take our chances tomorrowAnd live in the moment tonightCome be my babyI want youOh latelyThere’s no red light I wouldn’t run throughNo red lightNo red lightNo red lightHer KindHer KindI’ve seen the witches cloaked and drawnBy your fearsI’ve seen the things I hope you never have to my dearI’ve breathed in the black smokeSo thick down my lungsIt might be for the best don’t you think living now and dying youngLila Holler
I’ve learned to chase the thought with a fizzy drinkCause it comes as no surprise to meI thought I knew myself until I didAfraid of my own two hands desperate to find where I end and beginI remember four corners stood stillWhile everything else around me spinsThe moment I realized I’m attached to nothingI am no more than bones and skinAnd oh I could poison myself on the very greedCause I'm one of my kind as she lives in meCause I am her kindI am hers and I am herI am her kindI am her and I am hers x2INSTRUCTORS:Courtney Kaiser-Sandler, Joshua Davis,Andrew Dost, Blake ElliottCover artwork by Irina Sztukowski***You can ensure the next promising young artist has the opportunity to come toInterlochen by supporting student scholarships. Make your gift to the InterlochenAnnual Fund by visiting interlochen.org/giveonline.In consideration of the performing artists and other patrons, the use of flashphotography is not permitted. Federal copyright and licensing rules prohibit the use ofvideo cameras and other recording equipment.In order to provide a safe and healthy environment, Interlochen maintains a smokefree and alcohol-free campus. Michigan law prohibits any weapons, includingconcealed weapons, on Interlochen property because we are an educational campus.Thank you for your cooperation.www.interlochen.org
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