Folk Music

Sweet sliding dobro, warm finger-picked acoustic guitar, fiddle. Perfect for a balmy summer evening on the porch with good friends, fireflies and a choice beverage. Perfect for a drama - perhaps regional - romance story or even a coming of age.

fun, happy, uplifting acoustic pop-rock tune with harmonized acoustic guitar melody

Music with lyrics.

Beautiful mess in the darkest red dress, your eyes are still wet. Yet all aglow from the sense of the hope, not killed by regret. Let a finger land on a map to anywhere. Maybe it isn't too late to start over again. He walked through the room towards you, every false move seemed right. Bodies reached through the darkness and soon were tragically entwined. Let a finger land on a map to anywhere. Maybe it isn't too late to start over again. Pack the car of useful things. Throw out every souvenir.

Acoustic bluegrass/folk/country. Features fiddle, guitar, banjo, dobro, harmonica.

Big wide spaces, grain silos, newly mown hay � this is heartland folky jazz in that Metheny kind of way.

Acoustic guitar, electric guitar, warm pads in a vast setting.

"Just when I had given up on men..." A love song. Acoustic guitar, voice. Music with lyrics.

Fast tempo, acoustic guitar finger-picking. Great sense of motion. Music with lyrics. Calm, male vocals.

acoustic song about the struggle between being both English and Irish LYRIC-here I am just sinking back into another night time the window's cracked the breeze is thin, another glass of red wine silence streaks across my shelter anxious I wait for it to rain down in the garden that's where I lay my blood is parted but I'll always pray for the place my heart's from we've got to have the rain in Tiperary can't let the colors fade or Jack will surely see 'cause the sun won't set on him this lifetime and the garden is not for him to claim CHORUS liquid skies soothe my eyes and my ears hear the lullabies in disguise CHORUS

Acoustic piano, guitars, bass and drums. Slightly darker and mysterious but still warm.

Music with lyrics. Calm, peaceful, warm, organic and wistful/nostalgic. Slight march feel when the drums enter. Acoustic/folk with male vocals. Acoustic Guitars, drums, bass.

Music with lyrics. Shimmering, running guitars like water. Calm, breathy, airy male vocals. Sounds a bit like an updated version of Simon & Garfunkel, though with less harmonies.

acoustic folk children's song from the public domain LYRIC-Hush, little baby, don't say a word. Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird And if that mockingbird won't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring And if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass And if that looking glass gets broke, Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat And if that billy goat won't pull, Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull And if that cart and bull turn over, Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover. And if that dog named Rover won't bark, Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart. And if that horse and cart fall down, You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town

acoustic folk children's instrumental from the public domain

Mid tempo folky, new country music. Acoustic guitars, slide, harmony vocals. Music with lyrics. Sounds slightly like Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young or the Doobie Brothers with more of a country edge.

Shimmering, acoustic guitar finger-picking. Mellow vibe with whispery male vocals. Music with lyrics.

acoustic guitar and cello instrumental

acoustic guitar and cello instrumental 30 sec edit

Acoustic guitar, strings and voice. Music with lyrics.

Little fish swimming in that great big ocean. A lullaby for your little fish - celebrating the differences in all of us fish - shiny scales or not. Voice, guitar, mandolin. Music with lyrics.

Music with lyrics.

Maybe I'm wrong in the way I perceive you. Maybe I can only sense you as an echo in the night. Maybe there is more to the picture, but I've wasted too much time. Love grows slowly. I lift the bitter shroud. I'm standing on the threshold. I do not feel so proud. Maybe my eyes are still a child's. Maybe I think reasons are just thick or thin. Maybe I haven't been brave enough. Always in the midst of leaving. Love grows slowly. I lift the bitter shroud. I'm standing on the threshold. I do not feel so proud.

Acoustic guitars and vocal harmonies. Blue skies, wind in your hair and the sun is shining. Calm, restrained, reflective, questioning. A peaceful protest song without the overt anger.

If I had a money tree... A lovely fresh folk-pop song about the dream everyone has. Slight country twang to it. Acoustic and electric guitar, drums, bass, and voice. Music with lyrics.

Short warm solo acoustic guitar opening theme.

Music with lyrics.

The for sale sign in front of Mrs. Foster's house is gone. What she left behind could not matter. The garbage men took away what she did not keep, what could not stay. By a quarter to three she pulled away with a man in a suit of all that gray. We all wanted to know. Where would she go. With those dark glasses on. It's hard to see the road through all that rain. All that rain. Well, she was always nice to me. Brought me lemonade and costume jewelry. But they say she loved and lost too easily. Chased the cars of men in her bare feet. We all wanted to know. Where would she go. With those dark glasses on. It's hard to see the road through all that rain. All that rain. She walked the garden, most nights alone. Spoke of a son I never saw. She could go on and on. Most times never say a thing. The for sale sign in front of Mrs. Foster's house is gone.

A folk march about getting over an old love and starting life anew - a slight resemblance to Michelle Shocked acoustic folk ballads with whimsy and humor. Acoustic and electric guitar, drums, bass, and voice. Music with lyrics.

Folksy harmonica and acoustic guitar. I can see the wind in her hair and the trains passing over long flat wide open spaces...and the name of a place on my lips... Old Carmel. Or something like that.

folk song about traveling across this country on a train LYRIC-We're travelin' on this train across this land of ours Let's hope this engine makes it through the rain again Grand Central Station is behind us many miles wondering what is just around the bend 'cause we have to see what's out here this country is divine so many mysteries deep inside we know we'll end up somewhere adventure by design never sure what's next before us hoping that the winds adore us We're travelin' on this train through Appalachian skies the sunset tucks the mountains down for certain sleep the clouds are dancing are they angels in disguise for this I pray the Lord my soul to keep and we have to see what's out here before we settle down our little town can't stretch this far we know we'll end up somewhere a sweet and scary sound never sure what's next before us hoping that the winds adore us We're travelin' on this train to San Francisco Bay I love you for your sense of curiosity Just let the moment keep your worries far away just rolling down these aimless tracks with me and we had to see what's out here and now we know it's right let's go back to the town we know we'll never lose the memories our journeys in the night this train has made us stronger don't feel the need to wander on this train I'll sleep with you tonight

acoustic guitar instrumental

Cajun Blues, Soulful, Passionate, Cool, Film and Television Cue. Instrumentation includes: Percussion, Acoustic Guitars, Bass, Pedal Steel, Harmonica. Duration: 3:27:00

Deep, warm, gentle and beautiful solo acoustic guitar perfect for a crisp morning in the country.

Violin, guitars and mandolin in a nostalgic, heart-warming setting.

Music with lyrics. Mid-tempo, flowing, gentle acoustic guitars with soothing, calm, breathy male vocals. Comparable to Elliot Smith in sound, but not necessarily in lyric content.

Music with lyrics.

There's an urgent light in your eye for ruthless order. Everything is put away, safe inside. Keep the windows, doors shut. Everybody is safe. Keep the television on and you don't let yourself think. Stack the dishes one by one so neatly. Hard to find the time to feel a thing when there is so much to do. She isn't even through the door. She's already ridiculed you. Reminding you how it is all for your own good. Some days her words cut through like wire. Other days, you shake them off like loose rain. All the nights you lay awake and let them burn through. You're not a child in her house. Still you live by her laws. There's a scarlet inner world that you don't have to control. But you know where the dust gathers, where the rugs get worn. You hear the voice behind you: "Don't forget, there's more." Something moves through all those winter branches. Your eyelids shut so hard; you really do pray.

The Gates of Joy are opened - the Winter Rapture sang. The Voice of Ancient Deity rings loud throughout the Land!

Short, warm, organic acoustic theme.

Quiet, folky, melancholy guitar with a soft background wispy voice.

Music with lyrics.

Aimless and tired. Wandered around in your own fire. Even in the distance. You can't will the winter away. You swallowed the stones. Heart is so heavy. Can't carry it to the one who is at the top of the stairs. Even in the distance, you can't will the winter away. You swallowed the stones. She told me that when you swallow stones. They settle within where they carve the home. Well, I want to know. Will they stay forever? Will they stay forever? Even in the distance, you can't will the winter away. You swallowed the stones.

Music with lyrics.

Water stain on the ceiling. Wind rattles the windows and walls. Nobody knows where she is and if they did, they probably wouldn't call. Sweep your hair from your eyes. The new days have just arrived. She's not sure if she will make it here where the shades aren't drawn. She hears them speaking about her, concerned voices behind that old, oak door. Sweep your hair from your eyes. The new days have just arrived. Not what you'd hope for. Not what you'd choose. Staring up at the sky, waiting for the appearance of the moon. But this could be the thing that makes you free and clear. Sweep you hair from your eyes. The new days have just arrived.

Acoustic-folk-pop Christmas song.

Folk-march of finding oneself in the Mountains. Music with lyrics.