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White-Washed Picket Fences
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Winner of the 2003 Great American Songwriting Contest Honor Award!! Music/Lyrics: Tracy L. Keeney
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Tracy Keeney, Tracy Rivest, Country and Contemporary Christian music
Hello and Welcome!! My name is Tracy Keeney (Rivest) and I'm a songwriter writing mostly Contemporary Christian and Country music and dabbling in sacred choral works as well. I'm a member of the Nashville Songwriters Association, and am registered with BMI. Since several people have emailed me asking about a CD, I thought I'd take this opportunity to explain why I don't have one. Though I did write and sing the songs on my site, these are actually just "demos". But, if you hear a hear a guy singing-- yeah, that's not me :) UPDATE: Julie Burton did the vocals on Tapestry of Life. LOVE her voice! Demos like these are what I send to the record labels. Then hopefully, we sign a publishing contract, and one of their artists record a song and put it on THEIR CD. For example, the demo here for "It's Still Your Hand" was recorded and produced in Nashville by Galen Breen. My co-writer, Steve Anderson and I then sent the demo to Lamon Records, and one of their gospel artists, Sheila Albritton recorded it, and put it on her latest CD, "Faith In Time". I'm really not interested in the performing/gigging side of music, having to promote myself, etc, so I'd rather have someone ELSE record one of my songs and put it on their CD. And actually, I did the travelling/touring thing with a band back when I was 19 and single. I'm 40 now, and married with 4 kids. My happy butt wants to stay home! Eventually, I WILL put a CD together of me singing my songs. But right now, I still have about 30 songs that have yet to be professionally demoed. Once I have a good 10-12 songs done, I'll put them on CD. A heartfelt and sincere THANK YOU to all those who've been so supportive! My sweet husband William and our incredible children, Sara, James, Mary and Emma; my mother Rosemary, my brother Joe and his wife Nicole; and dear friends, Jennifer, Michael, Tom and Judy. Most especially, to a loving Father in Heaven and His Holy Son, my Savior and Redeemer, who have given me every breath, every joy, and every inspiration. What CAN I do, but SING! Tracy
Song Info
Charts
Peak #9
Peak in subgenre #4
Author
Tracy Keeney
Rights
2003
Uploaded
February 29, 2004
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MP3 2.9 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Motivation behind this song? He he-- getting stuck in 5pm rush hour traffic on I-85 in Atlanta, GA, in 102 degree weather, and the CONSTANT barrage of new strip malls going up just about EVERYWHERE!
Lyrics
"White-Washed Picket Fences" Words and Music by Tracy Keeney Guitar: Doug "Bronco" Collins Violin: Craig Sowby Percussion: Secily Saunders Vocals: Tracy Keeney Stuck on 85, about to die of thirst Unless the carbon monoxide kills me first I spend every dog gone ev'nin in a traffic jam Can't get in the lane 'cause someone cut me off Got a jerk beside me, flippin' me off Lucky me, at 6am I get to do this again One day I'm gonna pack my things and leave I need a small country town where I can breathe. I wanna hear the rustlin' of the wind blowin' through the trees I wanna smell honeysuckle Floatin' on a breeze I wanna see open fields of grain that touch my senses Small two lane roads, and white-washed picket fences All this urban sprawl, makin' me incensed Always buildin' somethin', -they call it progress But to me that's just another word for corporate greed, yes indeed A million brand new homes, another fast food shop Ten story buildings, a few more parking lots How many strip malls do we really need? I swear one day I'm gonna pack my things and leave I need a small country town with room to breathe Repeat chorus I think some people must be a little obsessed To see how many neon signs and concrete slabs Can fit in a one mile stretch. May I suggest.... A little, rustlin' of the wind blowin' through the trees And smelling the honeysuckle, blowin' on a breeze I want to walk through Rolling fields of grain that feed my senses I need small two lane roads And white-washed picket fences Gimme white-washed picket fences
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