In this video, Sam Cronin of Third Culture Music talks about his TCK childhood and how it has impacted his lifestyle, career, and music.
“Country or no country, nationality or not – it was the realisation that a passport means nothing, and this is an ideology that has really inspired my lifestyle today.” ~ Sam Cronin, Third Culture Music
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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
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
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.
“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.”
Check out the album on Spotify or on iTunes!
“I been making waves like I am the storm”
Bahrain raised Hip hop and RnB artist Xenai represents a sonic kaleidoscope between the East and the West. Being born to a Hindu family in a Muslim country while attending a Catholic school, he was exposed to a wide spectrum of traditions and cultures growing up. This led to a rich musical palette whose hues and patterns can be heard in his tracks today.
Xenai transcribes his third culture upbringing into his music, melding Middle-Eastern textures with East Coast street grit and Indian rhythms. His work combines countless influences spanning from Alt Rock and Metal to RnB, Hip Hop and sometimes folk.
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