Ik verwacht een hele mooie toekomst voor de 29-jarige Amerikaanse singer/songwriter Andrew Combs, die me doet denken aan Jim Croce. Op zijn tweede album All These Dreams (2015) staan prachtige nummers als Month Of Bad Habits, Nothing To Lose en Pearl.

Het lijkt alsof hij steeds meer zijn weg gaat vinden en beter wordt. Luister maar eens naar dit prachtige Silk Flowers, opgenomen in Amsterdam voor de Mokum Sessions. Met zo’n fantastische tekst en heerlijke melodie heeft het lied alles in zich om een echte klassieker te worden.

Silk Flowers
Another morning, wide awake.
Different days, same mistake.
Some nameless stranger, lying in my bed.

One more gaze, and one more night.
I’ll have one more, so I can fight.
That voice the reason weaving into my head.

Darling you’re the only thing
still constant on my mind.
Do you ever think about me,
at least from time to time.

Silk flowers, forgotten home,
a lonely window-pane.
Dusty dreaming, another day,
they touched the satin rain.
My love is like these roses
dying to be true.
Withered, warm and waiting
to find my way back to you.

I spend my days in what money makes,
biding time what wasted ways.
Clinging to the same old blues again.

Oh the should have beens,
and the could have dones.
Just loaded questions and loaded guns.
What’s the use in ridicule, 
words are left unsaid.
Darling I’m still holding on
of blossoms stuck in time.
Do I ever cross your memory,
like you’ve been crossing mine.

Silk flowers, forgotten home,
a lonely window-pane.
Dusty dreaming, another day,
they touch the satin rain
My love is like these roses,
dying to be true.
Withered, warm and waiting,
to find my way back to you.

Right or wrong and hanging home.
Tracing your name in the sky.
Captain …. Crying help.
Tears rolling bye, bye and bye.

Silk flowers, forgotten home,
a lonely window-pane.
Dusty dreaming, another day,
they touched the satin rain.
My love is like these roses,
dying to be true.
Withered, warm and waiting,
to find my way back to you.