Prentiss Song

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About Prentiss' Song

I wrote a song for my friend, Prentiss called Prentiss' Song. Prentiss is a good friend of mine from Atlanta (I lived in ATL for 10 years) who was diagnosed with stage 4 Inflammatory Breast Cancer a few years ago. Listen to Prentiss' Song

She was pregnant with her 4th child so she went through the first round of chemo pregnant. She’s put up an unbelievable fight and the invasive treatment she has endured is incredible, including an experimental stem cell transplant therapy.

She's a brilliant photographer, writer and parent and last year she started Oakland Organic Farm in Gurley, Louisiana where she lives with her husband and 4 children. http://oaklandorganic.wordpress.com

Prentiss’ Song was one of the first I would write after I came back to music. I lived in NYC at the time of the 9/11 attacks and worked downtown near the World Trade Center. I would give up music and move back to Columbus only a couple of days later. My family believed I was traumatized, maybe I was - but six years later I picked up the guitar again.

I started playing music around Columbus in 2007. Prentiss’ struggle has put a lot of things in perspective for me. For one thing, life is too short to whine about the cards you’re dealt. It could be a lot worse – and it is for a lot of people.

Every time I feel like I’m facing an uphill battle, I think about Prentiss and the fight she’s put up and it helps me go forward. I think of her a lot. Prentiss is cancer free.

10% of all the money I get for her shirts goes to inflammatory breast cancer research: ibcresearch.org.

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Prentiss' Song

You’re in my sun
You’re in my moon
You’re in my coffee in my spoon
You’re in my walk in my fog in my afternoon jog.

You are in my car and in the
Far reaches the farthest star
My telephone and this microphone
You’re in everything I own.

You’re in my arms and my legs in the daze and haze
Of the crazy flights of alcohol fueled
Friday nights
You are in all my
Georgian days
You’re in all of my
Southern ways.

You give me sight I give you sound
A left and right foot we are bound
I’ll never mind the pain or the rain
Or a pound or two that I might gain.

I’ll never mind the cold or the heat
Or the noise of the street In the middle of that
New York City night.

I’ll never mind the time I spent waiting in line
Or the fine for speeding or time I cheated
And I’ll never mind a broken heart again.
Never again.

So, never mind my selfish heart
Or my vain restart
Like a map of New Orleans
Under water under fire in the
Quarter of your dreams and desires
And in The young fresh eyes
You designed that will carry you
Carry you through
Your days and your nights I’ll carry you too
In my fight to make things right.
To make it alright.
I’ll make it alright.
We’ll make it alright.

You’re in my dreams and in the seams
And all the In betweens
The photo files in all the miles
And years that we’ve crossed and we lost
And found again.

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