Ray LaMontagne

I can’t say why songs filled with melancholy appeal to my mostly happy self. I can’t hear the notes and tones, but I can hear the authenticity and intention of this voice and these lyrics.




winter birds
(‘the clouds crack and growl, like some great cat on the prowl’)

all the wild horses

hold you in my arms

new york city’s killing me (live)
(steel guitar on this one nearly stops my heart)


i still care for you

lesson learned

crazy (acoustic)



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