Songwriter · Recording Artist
Amy Crowson
A life, in three chapters
I've been carrying these songs for a long time.
Some have already found their way into the world.
Some are just beginning.
Some are still waiting for the right season.
Fragments
Pieces left in the margins
Scraps of songs, notebook lines, half-thoughts caught at 3 AM. Scattered here the way they were lived — out of order, out of pocket.
Voice memo — 6:12 AM "The light is different now. I can't tell if it moved or if someone shifted the frame while I wasn't looking. Maybe it doesn't matter anymore. I think I'll face this way instead."
— Voice Memos · 1:08
Smoke and flame Bring the horses inside The mountains are glowing orange There is nowhere left to hide
— from 'The Fifth'
The burden leaves my body Like ash on the tide I was never meant to carry Someone else's sky
— from 'Stars Were Never Mine'