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Celebrate! An Album Of All-New, Original Christmas Songs

Snowfall  

 

 

SNOWFALL

 

 

 

Before I was born, my parents bought a turn of the century victorian house that they spent my entire childhood refurbishing (when their budget allowed), and repairing. 

Dad would curse while mending fragile bannisters broken by my sister and I while “sledding” down the stairs. Other times, he’d be in good spirits - painting the exterior of the house with Miles Davis on the stereo, and my two uncles on deck with clothes spattered in paint, and faces shiny with sweat. Much of the time, you could hear Dad muttering “Oh Shit!” upon discovery of one more “damn broken pipe.” Another leak in the “shit ceiling.” An unexpected demand letter from city requiring that a hazardous “non-operational piece of crap fireplace”  be brought up to code. 

Mom always seemed to be in the kitchen making egg salad  sandwiches, with piles of warm, unfolded laundry mounting on couches and tabletops. Our dog Max loved to pee on the piles (and on the drapes) — which eventually landed him in another home (grieving my little heart to this day). 

There’s a movie from the 80’s called “The Money Pit,” starring Tom Hanks and Shelly Long. “The Money Pit” is an old creaky house like the one I grew up in. By the end of the movie, the charming, but all-too-labor-intensive house all but destroys the young couple. 

Eventually, my parents  cut their losses, and sold the house on Chester Street. They traded in her historic, 1911 charms for a brand new, fully functioning- albeit much smaller home. 

Last year, the Chester house went on the market, and I seized the opportunity to reminisce in her old rooms during an open house weekend. From the forest green carpet (installed by my father in 1986) to dreadful water stained ceilings (made far worse for the wear through the years), it was clear that the people who bought the house from my parents hadn’t been able to afford the debilitating upkeep of my treasured childhood house. 

The fire department swarmed through the house -deeming it a fire hazard - while folks from HGTV proclaimed her a gold mine. The following week, that creaky, squeaky, leaky old house (that my parents once sold for 75K),  was swiped for a whopping 1.3 million dollars. She has since been refurbished, and restored to her rightful glory. 

I sobbed while walking those rooms. It was an experience so cathartic, that it became a song. 

This is “Snowfall,” born of the most vivid memories of my childhood on Chester street. I hope you love it! ❄️

Love, 

 

 

 

 

Snowfall 

Written by: Rehya Stevens, Jon Kubis and Duane Niellson 

 

Red-Gold leaves have fallen 

You feel a deep kind chill in the air 

Still not much has changed 

‘Round here 

 

Ooooweeeooooo 

Ooooweeeooooo 

 

Good old friends returning 

Everybody’s home 

It’s like old days again 

Full grown 

 

Ooooweeeooooo 

Ooooweeeooooo 

 

I rode my bike through every single street 

In this neighborhood 

'Til I was old enough to drive away 

Now it sure feels good 

 

Chorus: 

To feel the chill creepin’ in 

These old fashioned window panes again 

When the snow falls down 

Old floorboards that give you up 

Just as you’re barely sneakin' in 

When the snow falls down

 

Weatherman’s warning 

There’s a storm comin' in 

Fill up your cup 

Saddle in 

 

Ooooweeeooooo 

Ooooweeeooooo 

 

Eighteen restless winters spent 

Here in these rooms 

Waiting for the spring to come 

But now it just feels good 

 

Chorus: 

To feel the chill creepin’ in 

These old fashioned window panes again 

When the snow falls down 

Old floorboards that give you up 

Just as you’re barely sneakin ‘in 

When the snow falls down 

 

Bridge: 

It's funny how you never know 

The things you'll miss the most 

While you're chasing a bigger life 

Born from small town dreams  

 

Chorus: 

Now I just wanna feel the chill creepin’ in 

These old fashioned window panes again 

When the snow falls down 

Old floorboards that give you up 

Just as you’re barely sneakin ‘in 

When the snow falls 

The old tree house in the yard 

Strummin' my first guitar again 

When the snow falls 

Swinging' out on the porch 

Watching' these northern stars again 

When the snow falls 

 

Outro: 

And who woulda thought 

That I'd miss these simple things 

Like how good it feels just to take a walk 

In the park - all bundled up 

Or swingin' out on the porch 

Strummin' my old guitar 

And who woulda thought 

I could be happy just being 

Just being 

Mmmmhmmm 

 

Copyright 2018 *All Rights Reserved

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Welcome Home   

 

WELCOME HOME

The fire is roaring, the wine is flowing, the house smells delicious - and the romantic anticipation of the holiday season is officially requited for the first time this year. It's Thanksgiving day! A time for nurturing what needs tending to, and for counting our blessings. 

So MUCH happens in a year. We plant seeds. We till the soil. We wait. We harvest. We prune. Some of our harvest may have been lost -- perhaps seeds were planted too close together (i.e.., our lives became too over-scheduled - and choked out the harvest), or unexpected storms brought destruction. BUT. Something always flourishes, and there is always something to be grateful for. 

Wherever you are, and whomever you're with, I hope you're feeling abundant! If this year was full of challenges, I hope that today finds you in restful reprieve. If you're struggling to find one, I hope this song "Welcome Home" feels like a warm wooly blanket on this cold winter night. 

Happy Thanksgiving!

 

Love,

 

 

Welcome Home 

Written By: Rehya Stevens & Jon Kubis 

 

What do you need this weary night? 

A warm, safe place could ease your mind 

Or something lovely prepared 

A setting made with special care 

 

Welcome Home, Welcome Home 

Hang your hat, I'll take your coat 

Won't you make yourself at home 

 

It's clear that you have travelled far 

I hope you'll find reprieve 

In these old familiar rooms 

Rest your cares and talk to me 

 

Welcome Home, Welcome Home 

I'll fill your glass, I'll listen close 

Won't you make yourself at home 

 

Welcome Home, Welcome Home 

No need to ask from now on 

Won't you make yourself at home 

 

Copyright 2018 *All Rights Reserved

 

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Come In From The Cold  

COME IN FROM THE COLD

Have you ever had a stretch in life where you knew - deep in your bones, that life as you knew it, needed to change?

Have you ever felt disillusioned because everything you’d tried so hard to keep together - been so vigilant, prayerful, invested in, and committed to - was undeniably dismantled beyond repair? 

If the answer is yes, then you know the inevitable stage of denial. Wishing you could turn back the clock, and retrieve the effortless hope you once felt. But the sobering truth hovers… and hovers… until you’re left with no choice but to accept that there is no place to “go back” to. 

Time marches on. But even as winter (or “the black dog”) has taken over - disguised in it’s messy labyrinth - are seeds of new life. Your soul knows that the most powerful thing you can do, is to allow nature to take her course - and heed her call to surrender. 

Winter beckons us inside - much like a season of the black dog - or a dark night of the soul. We are called home to reconnect to our soul's deepest yearnings. To re-evaluate what is important to us, and what isn’t. 

Sometimes the things we think we want, deserve and believe we MUST have in order to be happy - aren’t good for us. Perhaps it’s not even our business to know why. 

I wrote “Come In From The Cold” with my dear friend, Jon Kubis in January of 2018.

Post December, I had the blues. Peeled away from a cozy Northern California Christmas spent with family - (where I'd spent much of my time playing Monopoly and raiding the fridge with my niece and nephew... taking long walks in the woods... visiting old familiar friends - everyone dressed in old sweatshirts, jeans and boots - no pretenses allowed) to being back in Los Angeles - or back in "the saddle," - made life feel long.

I love LA for so many reasons... the depth of creativity. The high achieving nature of the talented, driven, passionate people who thrive here. The opportunities. The weather. But if I'm not grounded, the side effects of Hollywood culture can make me crazy. The fickle-ness. The hype. The misguided pressure to be "on." The affects of free radicals from ego switches that are always "ON." The constant pressure cooker. 

For me, my mother is the person I turn to during a season with “the black dog.” She's weathered my snot-cry phone calls, followed by half a bottle (alright… a full bottle) of wine, followed by pounds gained, followed by sleepless nights and endless days. 

Unconditional love heals. Where there is unconditional love, there is mercy. There is a way through. Sometimes, the ONLY map to better days, is to allow yourself time and space to heal... And accept love’s invitation to come on home.

"Come In From The Cold" is the most emotionally raw song on my new album, "Celebrate" - an album of all-original seasonal songs. My hope is that these songs provide a deep space to acknowledge and honor the deepest yearnings of your soul, and what truly matters to you. I hope these songs feel like an invitation to come home.

 

Love,

 

         

 

 

 

Come In From The Cold (Official Lyric Video): https://youtu.be/Z-UMnORdKZA

Come In From The Cold 

Written By: Rehya Stevens & Jon Kubis 

 

Reckless winds 

Violent clouds 

Winter’s taken over 

Withered leaves 

Broken boughs 

Seasons take her toll 

 

I’ve been wandering 

I’ve been weary 

Oooo 

Oooo 

You’ve been waiting 

You’ve been calling 

Oooo 

Saying, won't come on home? 

Why don’t you come in from the cold? 

 

Fruitless years 

Endless hours 

And nothing much to show 

Silent fears 

What fates they’ve drowned 

May be better not to know 

I’ve been sorry 

I’ve been crashing 

Oooo 

Oooo 

You’ve been wondering 

You’ve been asking 

Oooh… 

Why don't you come on home? 

 

Solo 

 

I have travelled a million miles 

Oooo 

Oooo 

I have battled a thousand trials 

Oooo 

Oooo 

Now I'm comin' home 

Don't worry I'm coming home 

I'm coming home 

You say, come on... 

I'm coming home 

 

Every step I take 

Every breath I take 

I'm on my way 

Every memory 

I'll trade in for better days 

I'm on my way