| show at starbucks on sunday. trying to post the flyer. having a hard time. rachel help! |
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| Hey Guys,
Some of you may have already gotten this as an email... Please let me know if you can come to any of these shows! There is no cover. It is donation only. The proceeds will go to the relief efforts of the Hartsville Pike Church of Christ, which has become the headquarters for the Gallatin disaster relief.
By now, most of you are probably sick of watching all the tornado coverage. It's been on every channel for almost a week. We know all about the incredible damage, devastation and loss, but have we done anything to make a difference? I want to help, and you can help me help others. In the next month, I will be hosting and performing at 3 benefit shows to help the Sumner County tornado victims. All three will be in different towns, so hopefully all of you can make it out to at least ONE of them. Bring your friends, and pass this email along to whoever you think might be interested in coming out to support the victims and their families.
Here are the show dates and times
April 15th (this Saturday!) 6-8pm Star Cafe' in Goodlettsville
May 1st ( Monday) 7pm at Beans N Bytes in Gallatin
May 9th (Tuesday) 7pm at Caffeine Nashville
You can check my Myspace for more info http://www.myspace.com/eastofoctober .
Please let me know if you can come, or if you want to help me get the word out. Thanks!!!
- Erika |
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| Whispered Halleluiahs (for a friend)
Alibis, play in her restless mind,
Singing her lullabies,
She's getting her fill.
Now alone, after the life she's known,
This doesn't feel like home,
And never will..
But she tries to get some sleep
And fights for any peace she can find
She cries for sweet release
And prays for God to ease her mind
Closes her eyes...
And whispers, "Halleluiah.
I can't do this on my own"
She whispers, "Halleluiah.
Halleluiah. I'm undone."
And all that's left to do, is whisper
"Halleluiah".
Every breath, counting the pieces left
After the life she built,
Crumbled and fell.
Every step, tip-toeing through this mess
She knows Who lights her path
Out of this hell.
Still she tries to get some sleep
And fights for any peace she can find
She cries for sweet release
And prays for God to ease her mind
Closes her eyes...
And whispers, "Halleluiah.
I can't do this on my own"
She whispers, "Halleluiah.
Halleluiah. I'm undone.
And all that's left to do, is whisper
"Halleluiah".
She's cried herself to sleep
Almost every night
But now she's cryin' please
"Won't You bring me back to life?"
And she whispers, "Halleluiah.
I can't do this on my own"
She whispers, "Halleluiah.
Halleluiah. I'm undone.
And all that's left to do, is whisper
"Halleluiah".
All that's left to do, is whisper
"Halleluiah".
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| A very nice myspace person did an interview with me. You can read it in the blog section of her profile here interview
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