My Autoharp wanted to sing a song for you. These words came to me, see if you can make sense of them. Times are getting strange A glimpse of all our pain But time is all the same Clocks are winding down Tired from all their rounds But time it’s all the same Restless is our fate Lapsing in a haze But time has never changed Speaking without words This fire is finally burnt I’m tired, I’m tired

In honor of the Clutter family, who were murdered in their own home November 15th, 1959, 60 years ago to the day of this song's release. Inspired by Truman Capote's novel "In Cold Blood". In my senior year of high school, for my criminal minds class, I was tasked with writing a song after reading Capote's novel. I was creatively touched after reading the story and the song came out like finding lost buried treasure. The point of view in the song is that of a third person look on the town of Holcomb as the murder scene was discovered. This ballad will make more sense after reading the book, but I hope that all listeners can learn something valuable out of the tragic story nonetheless. The original "Massacre" was written and produced back in the late winter of 2019. I have kept the recording almost exactly the same as its first version only for the unsettling sound that the bounce produced. It works well with the story. Lyrics: The sun comes down on a peaceful town The people sleep as the wind grows loud But what takes place this night you see Is a crime to wake up almost nobody A sunday morning bright and new As the autumn leaves are in full bloom The church bells ring the people sing But there's something that’s gone terribly The River Valley Farm grew dark As one misplaced cold graveyard And what a sight it was to see The lifeless hands bound to their rotting feet The town grieves over frozen souls Four shallow graves, they dug the holes The children stare as the parents weep While the Clutters lay like freshly slaughtered sheep Some feel fear, and some feel rage No reason for checkmate See this town good people dead Massacred on their homestead The Clutters were the brightest lights The town had ever seen ignite But all it took to end their lives Were cartridges some rope and a sharpened knife The moment that the news had come People locked their doors pulled out their guns For who they thought were friends and kin Could be strangers thinking of a deadly sin Who could scheme of such a horrid crime Who could find themselves out of time No motive had the court real stunned A family slain only in cold blood Holcomb was an average place But now it only seems to fade For all that once was known as good Had died along with the Clutters in boxed wood Some feel fear, and some feel rage No reason for checkmate See this town good people dead Massacred on their homestead Cry (In dissonance) “The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas, a lonesome area that other Kansans call 'out there.'" “Oh no! Oh, please no! No! No! No! Oh, please don't! Please!” Released November 15, 2019 Written and Produced by Jeremy Carter Wide Wave Records © all rights reserved Listen to my Music: https://open.spotify.com/artist/391pu3JMnGhSjPSa3rl6Qk Find More: https://jeremycartermusic.bandcamp.com/ https://www.facebook.com/jcartmy/ https://www.instagram.com/jcartmy/

End of the World - Jeremy Carter Cover Animator: Seamus Brennan Original Lyrics by: Skeeter Davis Listen to my Music: https://open.spotify.com/artist/391pu3JMnGhSjPSa3rl6Qk Find More: https://jeremycartermusic.bandcamp.com/ https://www.facebook.com/jcartmy/ https://www.instagram.com/jcartmy/

Spinning Like a Record Jeremy Carter- Shallow Deep EP Lyrics: Our days are long but short We’re a river with nowhere left to run My heart beats once or twice With the beat of a gunshot Our lives are parallel We’re going ‘round in Circles, Circles We’re spinning like a record Like a circle Every day is a new day Stuck inside our record What more to it if I'm in ruins My soul is a raging bruin We’re going round and round We’re a hymn that's fading out My spark will soon die down But my tune will Carry on, carry on We’re spinning like a record Like a circle Every day is a new day Stuck inside our record Alas, with only one shot left But I'm drowning in fear A record with one side already spent A record with only one side left Music is our world Rhythms come and go Music is a wonderland With a language we all comprehend But music, yeah it ain't no record Cause every song Is alive, alive We’re spinning like a record Like a circle Every day is a new day Stuck inside our record Like a Record Like a Record Yeah we’re spinning Like a Record Stream on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/6xVEUhnT3qkKIRKxnvDaa1 Buy on iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/mt/album/shallow-deep-ep/1400618070 Album Art: Giselle Rainville Find More: https://www.facebook.com/ShallowDeepEP/ https://www.instagram.com/jeremycartermusic/ https://plus.google.com/u/0/104218044444587733324/posts

Once Upon A Dream- Jeremy Carter Cover Editor: Seamus Brennan Listen to my Music: https://open.spotify.com/artist/391pu3JMnGhSjPSa3rl6Qk https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/jeremycarter1 Find More: https://jeremycartermusic.bandcamp.com/ https://www.facebook.com/abnormalsparks/ https://www.instagram.com/jeremycartermusic/ https://plus.google.com/u/0/104218044444587733324/posts

Stream on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/6xVEUhnT3qkKIRKxnvDaa1 Buy on iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/mt/album/shallow-deep-ep/1400618070 Find More: https://www.facebook.com/ShallowDeepEP/ https://www.instagram.com/jcartmy/ https://plus.google.com/u/0/104218044444587733324/posts