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While I'm Here

by Tina Ross

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coachshipley There is a reason you close every FB live stream with the song, it is simply the Best!!! The whole album is perfect. Favorite track: While I'm Here.
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While I’m Here - Tina Ross While I’m here I will listen to the cackle of the geese as they land While I’m here I will notice the lightness of the dandelion in my hand As I blow my wish to the wind. While I’m here I will welcome the sweat that comes with giving everything While I’m here I will search in earnest to help you grab that brass ring When hair is in my eyes, I’ll sweep it aside to see you clearly. Burdens we bear must be burdens we share That’s how we’re sure to get by Taking turns to take the lead One goose alone might never make that flight. While I’m here I will raise my voice to the mountains when it’s needed While I’m here I will witness the truth and stand for your safe keeping Cause we know our breaks are so uneven. Burdens we bear must be burdens we share. That’s how we’re sure to get by Taking turns to take the lead One goose alone might never make that flight. While I’m here I will listen to the cackle of the geese as they land While I’m here I will notice the lightness of the dandelion in my hand As I blow my wish to the wind.
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A Life I Am Forging - Tina Ross I dreamt I disappeared into the wood Dense air around me, moss underfoot The leaves were whispering, the mood a silent blue And I wished I knew. Longing hovered like a hawk circling prey Moth-eaten wishes lay in my wake I saw footprints, too small for my shoes How I wished I knew. Is this my path, is this my vision? Expectation is a cage I live in It may be hard to see, but night bows to the morning I’ve got my hammer, my tools It’s a life I am forging Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah The mist was ghost gray and clung to the trees Found my way out tracking the sounds on the breeze A nightingale’s welcome song offered clues How I wished I knew. Is this my path, is this my vision? Perfection is a cage I live in It may be hard to see, but night bows to the morning I’ve got my hammer, my tools It’s a life I am forging Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah I’m giving back your compass, I must follow mine. Cause, it’s my path and it’s my vision Hesitation was a cage I lived in It may be hard to see, but night bows to the morning I’ve got my hammer, my tools It’s a life I am forging.
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Artemisia 03:23
Artemisia - Tina Ross My dress shimmers green, an emerald drape Its edges scratch from grainy lace My eyebrows curious and arched My patience worn, my patience parched. I mix my pigments, crush them with stone Truth ground into savage tones I choose to draw a bloody knife Highlighting dark is always mixed with light. Damn this 17th century I face a faceless enemy Trying to steal what’s real for me. I am Artemisia. Vindicated, I left my father’s home Wrapped up my brushes, will and shadows With brazen strokes my heroines are freed I paint their prowess, wounds and stories. Damn this 17th century I expose absurdity I will prove an artist’s mastery I am Artemisia, I am Artemisia. I hear the call of this stretched linen It cannot speak, but I listen I wield this dry dye and oil to be defiant We will not be silenced. And I’ll beat this 17th century I carry letters from Kings and Queens Patrons see my creativity Painting as a woman’s allegory I am Artemisia, I am Artemisia.
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It Doesn’t Bother Me Now - Tina Ross It doesn’t bother me, it doesn’t bother me now I tried to swallow the tears as they burned their way down The blur of voices and cutting words A closed bedroom door dampened the judgement I heard Maybe it should bother me, but it doesn’t bother me now. What you said to me, what you said to me then Was a boomerang thrown over and over again What a child hears a child believes It takes years to undo the impression it leaves Maybe it should bother me, but it doesn’t bother me now. Time and time I tried to let this go As bitterness melted on my tongue My lips parted to forgive But the words awaited my permission. What I didn’t know then, and what I’d know in time Your pain would glance off me and I would look you in the eye With enough distance I’d see your struggle And your influence would lose all its muscle It used to bother me, but it doesn’t bother me now. Mmmm… Even with that distance and the years we’ve been through Last night I dreamt I carried a young me away from you So maybe it still bothers me, a little bit now.
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Make It to the Other Side - Tina Ross The weather’s changing, the sky vast Clouds cover then the sun comes back The sable night sky soon will pass And we will cherish each other at last. Tender hearts will hear the cry Though some will choose to pass it by It’s not my trouble you say, but please know why It’s got to matter, so we all fly. I wish I could see through your warm eyes Let’s clear a path, put your hand in mine And we’ll step into the fire / And lift each other higher And make it to the other side, we’ll make it to the other side. When our silence shouts our work’s undone Hear the call of the talking drum Bare hands on hide rough with blood Can we come together as one? I wish I could see through your warm eyes Let’s clear a path, put your hand in mine We’ll step into the fire / And lift each other higher And make it to the other side, we’ll make it to the other side. Walk with me, we’re not alone When I walk with you it gives me hope. I wish I could see through your warm eyes Let’s clear a path, put your hand in mine We’ll step into the fire / And lift each other higher. I wish I could see through your warm eyes Let’s clear a path, put your hand in mine We’ll step into the fire / And lift each other higher And make it to the other side We’ll make it to the other side.
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Dawn Redwood Winter - Tina Ross We used to walk the public gardens I’d wrap your hand in mine We always stopped at the dawn redwood With her swirling bark, creeping roots entwined. I’m letting go, letting go. Last winter early in December They cut the roses down and left a mound I knew in April they ‘d be uncovered Along with the plants wintering in the greenhouse. I’m letting go, letting go. This is my dawn redwood winter I stand firm against the wind I’ll drop my weathered leaves And more will grow again. It’s autumn and the redwood’s trunk has grown She’s tossed her cones to the ground A willow’s bough dips down to test the waters I thought I saw you in the crowd. I’m letting go, letting go. This was my dawn redwood winter I stood firm against the wind I dropped my weathered leaves And more will grow again. I dropped my weathered leaves And more will grow again I know they’ll grow again.
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Night Thoughts Speak - Tina Ross I wake alone / Tangled in sheets The curtains wind-blown / Time slows then creeps You’re in my head / With the shadows and doubt What have I said? / Does it matter now? These thoughts they linger / In my morning room They gather and whisper / Knowing I’ll be there soon I dream dressed in sackcloth / With ash on my skin I try to climb out / Of the regret I’m drowning in. It’s a dark light / that shines from the hall tonight It’s a dark light Can I find my way and make things right? If I could say the words In my mind and my heart tonight Would they find you? Night thoughts speak, night thoughts speak, night thoughts speak And devour my sleep. I’m wide awake / As dawn streams in Chest feels air’s weight / Ground me in this tailspin I’ll put things right / Without excuses Let’s not waste our time / We know what the truth is. It’s a dark light / that shines from the hall tonight It’s a dark light Can I find my way and make things right? If I could say the words In my mind and my heart tonight Would they find you? Night thoughts speak, night thoughts speak, night thoughts speak And devour my sleep.
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Hold The Door - Tina Ross It was hard to listen / And face the unknown Feeling her heart quicken / She hangs up the phone. She leans against the bathroom sink And wipes the mirror clear The dripping of the faucet / Is all she hears. A quiet moment and there are few As her children sleep Thinking ‘bout the promises / She may never keep. Hold the door / Hold the door Don’t let it close / She only knows She wants more time / Not only in her mind Hold the door. With arms full of the day’s clutter Gently stepping down the weary stairs Making tomorrow’s lunches She slips in love notes, her evening prayers. So many questions Will she leave some life unused? But she cannot give in right now She hasn’t finished what she came to do. Hold the door / Hold the door Don’t let it close / She only knows She wants more time / Not only in her mind Hold the door / Hold the door Don’t let it close / She only knows She wants more time Hold the door.
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Summers Like These - Tina Ross Summer opens your heart to me July feels like a century / Heat bakes, love awakes And I hold on to you. Fireflies sail above the pond Peepers sing as lights flash beyond Life stirs, edges blur I hold on to you, and you hold me. And in the heat of this August night Tempered by a breeze Summer senses etch into my mind So I’ll remember summers like these. Somehow older now, a whole lot wiser Suspended here as if time was a miser Time creeps, flowers weep Can’t I just stay here with you? Labor Day brings with it an end Sweet lessons stay, our love we will lend Autumn won’t wait, our hearts break I can’t hold on to you, I want to stay here with you. And in the heat of this August night Tempered by a breeze Summer senses etch into my mind So I’ll remember summers When love was soft and new as it gets The gentle clumsy embraces. In the heat of this August night / Tempered by a breeze Summer senses etch into my mind So I’ll remember summers, summers, summers like these.
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Catching Up 03:19
Catching Up - Tina Ross In a meadow there’s no wasted space Each flower knows when to claim its place Then they offer their seeds for the taking In concert, in time with nature’s pace. Is it ever too late, is it ever too soon? Am I the oldest one in the room? Can I catch up? Will I catch up? Venue lights show wrinkles, my storylines Etched clearly in these songs and rhymes My tempo now is double time I’m in full bloom, I’m in my prime. Is it ever too late, is it ever too soon? Am I the oldest one in the room? Can I catch up? Will I catch up? I’m gaining on time She turns and smiles Her voice is getting clearer I can feel her Drawing nearer. Is it ever too late, is it ever too soon? Am I the oldest one in the room? Can I catch up? Will I catch up? I’m catching up, watch me catch up I’m catching up, I’m catching up Catching up.

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Welcome to my Debut Album. These songs reflect a journey of discovery over the past two years or perhaps my lifetime. We can, at any time in our lives, awaken to the joy of our creativity in new and unexplored ways. It is never too late.

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released February 17, 2023

All songs by Tina Ross
Tina Ross: Vocals, main and backing, and Acoustic Guitars
Mark Dann: Electric and Fretless Bass, Electric Guitar, Baritone Electric Guitar, Grand Piano.
Bobby Sabella: Percussion and Drums
Kipyn Martin: Backing Vocals
Kristen Jones: Cello
Vocal Harmony Arrangements by Kipyn Martin and Tina Ross
Creative Consultant: Andrew Hirsch
Engineered, mixed and Mastered by Mark Dann at Mark Dann Studios, Woodstock, NY
Produced by Tina Ross and Mark Dann
Cover Portraits by David Plakke
Dandelions and guitar room photo by Andrew Hirsch
Portrait with guitar by Miriam Ross Hirsch
Design by Tilman Reitzle
www.TinaRossMusic.com

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Tina Ross Warwick, New York

Tina Ross is a NY based Singer Songwriter. A quiet, elegant fierceness runs through her songs, speaking to wonder, humility, doubt and defiance. She’s been recognized by the UK Songwriting Contest, The International Acoustic Music Awards and The International Blues and Roots Radio Contest as a finalist, and the John Lennon Songwriting Contest as an Honorable Mention. ... more

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