William Elliot Whitmore

Midnight

And the bluebird can sing but the crow’s got the soul
and I’m a dog among kings with no self-control
and the only thing left’s to try to live
these things on my back no one could forgive

Hell Or High Water 

Smoke um if you got um.

Drink your glasses to the bottom.

And toast me on another year.

Another year of hope.

Another year of holding on.

For you drinkers by day who are bastards by dawn.

And I hope I will see you soon.

And I'll be home come hell or high water.

And I know I will see you soon.

And I’m a dog among kings with no self-control

And the only thing left’s to try to live

These things on my back no one could forgive.

Sometimes I like to think that if Tom Waits and Sea-sick Steve procreated a child and made Screaming Jay-Hawkins the godfather then the result would be none other than William Elliot Whitemore.

The 32 year old from Lee County, Iowa disguised behind the voice of someone much older and unhealthier is one of my favorite singer songwriters around at the moment. My sister introduced me to him when she used to cover one of his accapella songs he opens his ‘Hymns For The Hopeless’ album with. After that I was hooked.


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