j scott franklin

I was raised with a love of small towns and big cities. It's those stories sitting still within in a scene that get me, the quiet ones.   I see idle tractors on a Saturday night dreaming of a city night past the distant hills. Two fishing poles with "nowhere to be" reel in the thought of a steel mill 45 miles up the railroad tracks which cross the bridge above the river.  Railroad tracks tie us together.  Roads cut us apart, but roads also bring us back together.  Words about the sunset don't burn like the colors in the sky.  My craft of songwriting is a journey to learn a balance between a story in the scene and a story outside the scene.