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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>If every living thing dies alone...</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @leeroymo)</generator><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Recorded this cover this morning. It’s an acoustic cover...</title><description>&lt;iframe src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F36073628&amp;liking=false&amp;sharing=false&amp;origin=tumblr" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" class="soundcloud_audio_player" width="500" height="116"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recorded this cover this morning. It’s an acoustic cover of “You’re Not Ready” by Mayer Hawthorne. Please give it a listen and let me know what you think!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/17324342061</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/17324342061</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 12:52:09 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The downside of staying with the ‘rents when I’m in...</title><description>&lt;iframe src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F28655220&amp;liking=false&amp;sharing=false&amp;origin=tumblr" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" class="soundcloud_audio_player" width="500" height="116"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The downside of staying with the ‘rents when I’m in town…they fall asleep very early and when I sing, I wake them…soooo I finished MOST of the song, but not all of it…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That being said, I’ll have to post in the morning. So sorry.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Until then, here’s another oldie.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is literally the first FULL song I ever wrote, and you can probably tell. It’s called “Widow’s Walk”, It’s about a man who dies at sea but he still kinda visits his wife in her dreams. Pretty deep for a 14 year old, eh? I’m still proud of it. Maybe I’ll re-record it sometime.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alright, for real though. New song early tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/13148174489</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/13148174489</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 00:46:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Words, escaping...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I won&amp;#8217;t leave you speechless.&lt;br/&gt;Can&amp;#8217;t make you buckle at the knees.&lt;br/&gt;But I promise you I&amp;#8217;ll think too much&lt;br/&gt;Then bite my tongue &amp;#8216;til it bleeds.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t hold a conversation.&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll never leave you wanting more.&lt;br/&gt;But I guarantee, it&amp;#8217;s you and me&lt;br/&gt;&amp;#8216;Til death kicks down my door.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I may not be too famous.&lt;br/&gt;No, I&amp;#8217;m not a household name.&lt;br/&gt;You won&amp;#8217;t hear me on your radio,&lt;br/&gt;But my heart works, all the same.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I never lied and never cheated.&lt;br/&gt;Not a lover nor a test.&lt;br/&gt;Because I care about this frail old vessel&lt;br/&gt;Broken in my chest.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/12974101914</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/12974101914</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2011 13:35:09 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>A better life is waiting. </title><description>&lt;p&gt;A better life is waiting. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/12404703870</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/12404703870</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Nov 2011 00:37:38 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Some of mah muzik.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/user8966244/sets/lee-christian-morton"&gt;http://soundcloud.com/user8966244/sets/lee-christian-morton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft='{"type":3}'&gt;These  2 songs are both very very old. I wrote and recorded these about 4  years ago. Although I was young when I wrote these songs, I&amp;#8217;m still  proud of them and I hope that the lyrics can relate to some of you. More  stuff coming soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/12348447276</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/12348447276</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 20:53:26 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Fuck.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Our trailer just broke for the third time this year, I&amp;#8217;m mentally and emotionally drained, I feel sick to my stomach, I&amp;#8217;m lonely on the road and the ONE person I even care to talk to about it forgot that I&amp;#8217;m alive. Needless to say, I haven&amp;#8217;t been in this bad of a mood since&amp;#8230;I can&amp;#8217;t even remember. The fact that I&amp;#8217;m deciding to run to Tumblr to whine about it makes me even more upset. All I have anymore are my words and my chords&amp;#8230;and right now, I just want to go home.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11958978423</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11958978423</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 16:02:16 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>My view from the van as I fall asleep on this rainy night in...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltnsslddTD1qkszvco1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltnsslddTD1qkszvco2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;My view from the van as I fall asleep on this rainy night in downtown Cleveland. Ahhh, tour life.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11941424918</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11941424918</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 02:02:45 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwFtFuvp_1w</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwFtFuvp_1w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwFtFuvp_1w&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;What a wonderful tune. It will always be a favorite.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11940985252</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11940985252</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 01:41:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Ever since I was 15, Copeland has helped me deal with letting...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uoUpIHnuQhc?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever since I was 15, Copeland has helped me deal with letting things go. Now is no different. Maybe someday. Until then…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11900967900</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11900967900</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 03:40:16 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The sound of a single saxophone in a busy city is pretty much my...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b-vbfI3jtzk?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sound of a single saxophone in a busy city is pretty much my soul in aural form. Deep, I know…&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11900538413</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11900538413</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2011 03:11:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>*swoon*</title><description>&lt;p&gt;That scene in &lt;em&gt;Wedding Crashers &lt;/em&gt;where &amp;#8220;Sparks&amp;#8221; by Coldplay is playing and Rachel McAdams can&amp;#8217;t sleep&amp;#8230;these are two things that make my heart melt. That song and that girl. At the same time. Gah.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11852925273</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11852925273</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 00:11:53 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>“I’m pretty tired…I think I’ll go home...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltjwnhaAyL1qkszvco1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I’m pretty tired…I think I’ll go home now…”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Remember this part? This is about how I feel…about everything right now.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11851714234</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11851714234</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 23:35:41 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The Best Policy </title><description>&lt;p&gt;My advice to anyone, having been on both sides myself: If you truly love somebody, always be 100% honest with them. If you hide things from the people that you care about, finding out that you lied about it will always hurt way more than the truth ever could. Miscommunication = crazy confusion = someone&amp;#8217;s getting hurt. Just think about that stuff.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11688758575</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11688758575</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 05:23:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I&amp;#8217;ve been trying to defy the stars&amp;#8230;but maybe this just isn&amp;#8217;t the right time to do...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve been trying to defy the stars&amp;#8230;but maybe this just isn&amp;#8217;t the right time to do it.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11680439327</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11680439327</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2011 22:45:18 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Take me back.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt9wokvzu71qkszvco1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take me back.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11617753241</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11617753241</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2011 14:00:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Thinking</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Imagine this situation: You decide you want to swim from one end of the ocean to the other. It&amp;#8217;s a dumb idea and you know you&amp;#8217;ll never make it, but you do it anyway&amp;#8230;just because you know that at least the water will feel good for the time being. You haven&amp;#8217;t felt that in awhile. Now, here you are&amp;#8230;struggling to stay afloat and soon, the ocean&amp;#8217;s going to get the best of you. Guaranteed. It is a beautifully evil thing. Do you give up and swim back to your shore and salvage what&amp;#8217;s left of yourself? Do you put in everything you have and still try to make it? Do you just accept your fate and let it take you under? Discuss.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11552037432</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/11552037432</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2011 20:58:53 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Inspiration.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I need some. Send me a picture of your favorite piece of art. That should get my brain working.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/5707003422</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/5707003422</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2011 16:04:34 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Lee. For once.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m Lee. I&amp;#8217;m feeling honest.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am 21 years old. I wish I grew up in the 80&amp;#8217;s, yet I miss 2007 like the dickens. I was born and raised in Nashville and I miss it more every time that I leave. I love everything on Earth except for rush hour traffic, improper grammar, when people misquote songs or movies, and computers that don&amp;#8217;t work properly. I love my mom&amp;#8217;s cooking more than most things. My favorite foods are sushi and macaroni and cheese. I can quote Forrest Gump from front to back. Nostalgia is my favorite feeling in the world. My life decisions are spastic and I usually regret them. I have worked a retail job long enough to categorize each person into 1 of 3 categories. I am very patient. I give everyone the benefit of the doubt more often than I probably should. By habit, I lock every door that I exit (if I have the option). My weight fluctuates more often than Nashville&amp;#8217;s temperature. Being a pizza boy was the best job I ever had. I&amp;#8217;m not in one place for very long. I&amp;#8217;ve seen more of the world in 1 year than I thought I would ever see. Music directs my life traffic. I like high-pitched guy singers. I wish I wrote &amp;#8220;Avalon&amp;#8221; by Anthony Green and &amp;#8220;Only Way To Be Lonely&amp;#8221; by Good Old War. I don&amp;#8217;t like driving the speed limit during the day, but I will gladly drive it after midnight. I want to move to Maine. I want to live in a little house near the ocean and write songs forever. I use more of my heart than the rest of the world thinks I should.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#8217;s what&amp;#8217;s wrong.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tell me your story. All of it.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/5663359594</link><guid>http://leeroymo.tumblr.com/post/5663359594</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2011 05:36:37 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
