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The WP

by Kenny Foster

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    Forget EP's or LP's... This is a WP: a Work in Progress... I'll add tasty, finished tracks here as it makes sense to. Eventually all of these will be a record, and have all of the bells and whistles that photo shoots and painstaking graphic design can produce. But first they're gonna look like this. They look like this because I want you to hear them. I'm really terrible about waiting to share things I'm excited about. Patience is not a virtue I possess in spades. If you're here, you care, and that means a great deal to me. I figure you can overlook my simple page and just listen to the goodness... Enjoy the visually minimalist, hot-off-the-press approach to my music... Thanks for listening...
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Nothing about me says I think I'm good enough You know I've got a heart with a leak, I try to fill it up I've been bleeding since the day I wandered This winding road through the time I've squandered And if I followed the trail, I know it'd lead me back to you I know it'd lead me back to you... I know intimately that you answer my cries with a call But when I'm fighting just to be heard I start to feeling so small And all the tear soaked stories of pain Run together, start to sounding the same But the shame is that it doesn't make any of them any less true Oh Bravery, Can you save me? I'm sick of saving myself It's turned me into something else Something I know, something under my control It gets me where I want to go Just tell them what they want to know (Tell then what they want to know. Maybe they'll leave you alone) Oh Bravery My dreams let me see the day that I die and it's cold My heart's beat broken and weary from living so bold As long as I can keep the spark alive Stoke the hope of everything that's burning inside I've seen the end and this just ain't how I go... Oh Bravery...
Summertime, your smile done bowled me over Those blue eyes set me free and I was green as I could be Dry July on a Mississippi back road We sure could use a breeze, so we just turned up the speed Blame it on my broke down Chevy, Blame it on the perfect spot Blame it on that crazy southern heat When those dark clouds came rolling, Our hearts were just unfolding They opened up, it all came pouring down It was you and me, we fell together laying in that field of heather We got washed away Running down to the bank of the river, we baptised that love forever In that rain Wintertime the service came a calling I headed overseas to my responsibilities A thousand times I ran that memory over How good it felt to be so innocent and free Could have been a springtime wedding, me on your front porch dancing April showers soaked down to the bone So put me in a cloud of lightning, far away from all this fighting I'll ride a raindrop all the way back home Victory, my war was finally over Those people came to see that confetti hit the streets Cougar Pride, a hometown hero's welcome I lived to see the day that it rained on my parade As the marching bands scattered, I looked for a face that mattered And through the grey your eyes came piercing blue And it was you and me together, A long way from that field of heather Still washed away Running down to the bank of the river, we baptised that love forever In that rain
I get the feeling I've been here before This world keeps on spinning like a revolving door It feels like I'm moving along, but I'm just going 'round Now that I'm dizzy all worn out from racing It feels like my heart was just put here for breaking I just want to slip out the back and not make a sound But you make me try You give me that one reason why You make me believe that behind all these clouds without lining there's blue in that sky When everything's wrong I'm tired and stumbling along And I swear that I don't have the wings to fly You make me try Sometimes when I'm on my knees I get the feeling I send up my prayers and they just hit the ceiling It's hard to believe all the angels can hear me at all A rock to the left, a hard place to the right of me Carrying the weight of this doubt that's inside And it's too much, it's too hard, these walls are too high to climb You make me try...


I really needed new music that captured where I am and where I'm headed. I'm really happy with this project. If I wasn't, I wouldn't let you listen to it. So as a social contract between the two of us: I won't put crap up here, and you'll trust that it's not crappy. Deal? Deal.


released February 16, 2011

Paul Shearer produced it, I wrote and sang it...


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Kenny Foster Nashville, Tennessee

Writer, singer, philosopher, philanthropist. Kenny Foster has already seen some life, and hopes for a whole lot more of it. Listen to some of the tales he spins, and tell us if your head doesn't do the same. Think on it, and then play it again. It's even better the second time around. ... more

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