I hardly know where I have been – Angela Soffe

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Second Wind – Angela Soffe

Lyrics: by Angela Soffe

Let us speak of daytime dreams
And those forbidden things
That you dare not tell one another
They will say it can’t be done
But you’ve already won
Put your shoulder to the wheel and start walking

If you can dream it up it’s yours to keep
These walls are made of sand
Wasted all my time being not enough
And I hardly know where I have been
Traveling on a second wind

Come and paint your name in frost
When the sun comes all is lost
As it slips and drips through your fingers
Callous minds now don’t be shy
You’re afraid and so am I
Of the fire that burns just beneath us

If you can dream it up it’s yours to keep
These walls are made of sand
Wasted all my time being not enough
And I hardly know where I have been
Traveling on a second wind

Woah, woah
Wasted all my time being not enough
And I hardly know where I have been

Woah, woah
Wasted all my time being not enough
And I hardly know where I have been
Traveling on a second wind

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Home – a song by TCK artist maddie rien

HOME LYRICS

Boxed up in cars
All memories of ours
are on the go
Like footprints in snow

Autumn leaves change
But I stay the same
Green highways signs
Just wave goodbye

I’m tired of living on the road
I’m tired of leaving what I know

When will I find somewhere to call home
Is it a place or someone I don’t know
Where will I get my last set of keys
Tell me to stay without
without always leaving

My hearts content lies
Left in cement
It was permanent
Or so you said

Same stars, same sky
Same moon at night
But its different
‘Cause you’re not in it.

I’m tired of leaving what I know
I’m tired but now I gotta go

When will I find somewhere to call home
Is it a place or someone I don’t know
Where will I get my last set of keys
Tell me to stay without
without always leaving

Wishing on shooting stars
To know, to stay, to be just where you are
Am I close or are you far
‘Cause miles are like galaxies apart

Right now I have no where to call home
It may be a place or someone I hope
These will not be my last set of keys
Wish I could stay but now
Now I’m leaving


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Josh Barkey – Third Culture Kid Artist and Writer

About under our own piece of sky, written by third culture kid artist Josh Barkey

I recorded “under our own piece of sky” on Sept. 13th, 2020 during a Facebook-livestream at The WAV Lab in Fort Mill, South Carolina.

Just one mic, my baritone ukulele, and a bucket of jitters.

The album title was suggested by my artist friend James Alfred Friesen, then chosen from a poll-list during a livestreamed run-through the week before. After we recorded, James threw together this amazing album cover and here I am four days later, posting my first-ever EP to bandcamp.

I’m hoping that if enough people dig my vibe I’ll be able to head back into the studio with some of the musical genius-friends I’ve accumulated over the years and record a full-length album of my favorite songs.

released September 18, 2020


About Josh Barkey

When I was six months old, my Canadian father and American mother took me and my older brother Jo-Ben to the Amazon basin of Peru, South America, where we would live (excepting the odd furlough in AmeriCanada) until I graduated high school.

My childhood, then, was spent migrating from fruit tree to fruit tree, paddling a dugout around Yarinacocha, and catching iguanas and boa constrictors and anything else that got too close to my bare, nature-stealing hands.

These days, I live a pretty idyllic life: I keep house with my fabulous wife, hang out with my family, play a little soccer, and write. Oh boy, do I write.

I’ve got aspirations, see?

I intend to write and write and write until I croak, telling stories that entertain, delight, and challenge the entire world. I’m honing my craft in the belief that this will lead to widespread acclaim, which will assuage all my insecurities and give me the financial resources to buy everybody I know a pair of gold-plated pinking shears. Because that makes total sense.

Mostly, though, I’m trying to do it for the love. Writing and making is at its best a love-based endeavor, and I want nothing more than to up the love-quotient in the world before the lights go out. I firmly believe that storytelling is the best way for me to do this.

Check out Josh’s blog and his other art here

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A Night In Transit – by forecast

by forecast, a TCK who grew up in Spain and the USA

Artist’s description of the album:

“So this album means a lot to me. We all go through these tough times, our “nights in transit,” where we struggle to get somewhere during a precarious time in our respective lives.


As I’m becoming an adult, being that I’m 20 now, I get it. You don’t just wake up one day and say “okay, I’m an adult now,” and that’s that. No. It’s a phase. Just like transit systems; it takes time, but you’re moving forward. It’s all about the progress you make, and you’re rewarded for it. It’s all a part of growing up. For anyone who’s reading this and resonates with you, then this album is for you. You can make it through your night in transit.
It may feel like it’s taking a while (I mean, have you ever tried to stay up all night? It drags ooooon for so long), but you’ll be rewarded for it in the end.

Stay strong, keep moving on. It’s worth it. I believe in you.”

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Match – Memories From Before

Match – Memories From Before

I’ve been playing games with fire,
I’ve been watching flames grow higher,
In my burning home they rise up,
Working through the walls around us.

But do you know,
How tight I hold on to these memories from before?
The feeling’s cold,
But while these embers glow I hope to keep them close.

Every single word that’s spoken,
Every desperate breath is choking,
As the floors collapse I free fall,
In the snowing ash i’m peaceful.

But do you know,
How tight I hold on to these memories from before?
The feelings cold,
But while these embers glow I hope to keep them close.

Now my boiling blood it runs slow,
And the strongest flames feel ice cold,
Trying to find a way to end this,
As the fire soothes my senses.

Melting windows frame a warped view,
Have I passed the point of rescue?
Such a simple game to start this,
From the brightest light to darkness.

But do you know,
How tight I hold on to these memories from before?
The feelings cold,
But while these embers glow I hope to keep them close.

By Third Culture Kids

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