Hearts Beat Loud - Keegan DeWitt

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Your heart is what it is
You stood in the hallway staring back
I don't know what it is

I can't make my heart feel like that

We ride and the lights are out
City bright and the rain falls down outside
I don't wanna go home
I miss you when you're not around
Not so simple just to say outloud all those words
I feel when I'm alone


I won't hear you calling
Don't leave me here alone
'Cause even if i said it, you wouldn't hear it, oh
I won't hear you calling
Oh ooh, you wouldn't hear it, oh

I won't hear you calling, oh
Don't leave me here alone
You wouldn't hear it, ooh

I won't hear you calling, ooh,
Don't leave me here alone
You wouldn't hear it, ooh

Speak now, streets are flooded
Hearts loud, we feel it in our blood
And now our hearts beat loud

Speak now, streets are flooded
Hearts loud, we feel it in our blood
And now our hearts beat loud

I wish I had said what I meant way back then
I wish I had said what I meant way back then
I wish I had said what I meant way back then

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From the sad simplicity and grace of his NY Times heralded film scores to the ornate and diverse string sections ringing throughout his brand new LP, Keegan DeWitt is someone who represents the human heart in all it's variations. A native son to Portland, Oregon, Keegan left home at 17 to attend the exclusive SUNY Purchase film conservatory in New York. It's here that he most likely pulls his unique talent for translating the human experience into art.

Whether it's writing a film score for the Independent Spirit Award nominated "Quiet City" or orchestrating all genres into one truly effective work on his new record "Islands", Keegan offers something truly unique to the Nashville landscape. His textured voice speaks to the folk-like immediacy of the work, but the classic structure of the material shows a deep love for artists as timeless as Sam Cooke, The Faces or Brian Wilson. Almost inseparable from the material (all of which he composes and arranges), Keegan represents an artist from an earlier time... when Bacharach slaved in the Brill Building and Brian Wilson sat over his mixing board for days at end. In a town where so much value is placed on "the song" and "the pitch"... Keegan is someone you'll wanna see for yourself, in person, with the strings filling out the room, the piano hammers jumping and the human heart fully present. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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