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MCATEER

 

McAteer is based in Philadelphia, PA. He tends to write songs about family, love, faith and meaning. Those things may come across as introspective and sullen, but pretty and hopeful. He has a banjo and will travel - check for upcoming dates really soon. Leave a message and say hi - he will probably say hi back.

 

Vocals, Guitar, Banjo, Piano / Tom McAteer


 

 

 

Thick As Thieves - EP

by McAteer

'Cause I, I adore you so when it all comes clear
The wind is settled, I'll be here, you know
'Cause you said ours were the lighthouse towers
The sand upon that place darling I'll grow weary, happy still
With just the memory of your face

Gracious goes the ghost of you
And I will never forget the plans and the
Silhouettes you drew here and
Gracious goes the ghost of you, my dear
- B. Howard

The Escape Room


I've come for help. I can't get this out of my system.
Do you recognize me? Am I a skeleton or a demon? 
My Granddad, spoke as the Lord to me - the only thing left of him are his deeds.
It was a language I can't seem to learn, but I want that urgency, I need the burn.

I want to cut the tags and steal her right off the rack.
To the woods, we'd run like fawns and dwell on paths some judge as wrong
And it was smooth, Lord, how you set the scene, I can't figure out this escape room.
Ground between your teeth, a pocket full of rocks into your stream.

- I refuse to climb, I welcome the coming flood. I refuse to hide, I am not waiting for the shoe to drop.

Do you believe you can raise the dead? 
A slave now to the voice in my head.
Do you believe you can raise the dead? 

All of my debts, for yours I'd trade. My daily bread, my absent grace. 
The wounds, I self-inflict, the salted earth, bitter regret.
I am through, I have checked the box, there's no untold riches, just a life on pause
I've learned through ransom, sin and bribes   
She's not family. She's not my tribe. 

- I refuse to climb, I welcome the coming flood. I refuse to hide, I am not waiting for the shoe to drop.

Do you believe you can raise the dead? 
A slave now to the ghost in my bed.
Do you believe you can raise the dead? 

Not Walking Backwards Anymore


My body hovered over the water
like the Spirit at creation - I wade knee deep into the river
and let the current pull me - from the past, to open seas
maybe I will find a life I love - maybe I will sink to the floor
- Either way these footsteps have been silenced
I'm not walking backwards anymore

The clouds expanded purple like a bruise
beneath the staggering sky - I drive straight into the headwind
weaving in between lightning strikes - bury the dead, they'll be reborn
maybe I will unfurl beneath the sun - maybe I won't unlock that door
- Either way these footsteps have been silenced
I'm not walking backwards anymore

If there's truth, I will hear it - I'll uproot to be near it
maybe I pulled myself apart - to come back together at the start

My heart was a flag and my voice was a trumpet
reduced to cinders and ash - one set of hands where there once were two
wandered in the desert for 40 nights - I have been tempted, I survived
maybe I will finally serve a King - or be an unused ticket in a drawer
- Either way these footsteps have been silenced
I'm not walking backwards anymore


I've come for help - I can't get this out of my system
Do you recognize me? Am I a skeleton or a demon?
My Granddad, spoke as the Lord to me
The only thing left of him are his deeds

It was a language, I can't seem to learn
I want his urgency, I need the burn

I want to cut the tags - and steal her right off the rack
Through the woods, we'd run like fawns
And dwell on paths some judge as wrong
Lord, it was smooth, how you set the scene - I can't figure out this escape room
Ground between your teeth, a pocket full of rocks into your stream


 


In the Doorway - EP

by McAteer