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This is the official music video for Listen to the Cold by the Ram taken from the album, I Am Nowhere I Am Everywhere (release date is April 18, 2025). The single is out now on all streaming platforms.
ABOUT THE SONG:
There are wounds in life which are never meant to heal, eventually they evolve into the same scars we wear with pride and dignity. Watching our parents' generation disappear back into the dust creates such wounds. The houses I was raised in hold the warmth of ancestry, the family farm in Downingtown, PA, my godfather's house in Shushan, NY, there are countless dreams and memories. There's a room in the old farmhouse with red velvet loveseats, where I write music. The same place where the Christmas tree stood, where we listened to music. I've looked out that window millions of times. I've listened to the floorboards and the ceiling creak in the middle of the night when my father was getting up for work, or his mother was getting up to start the day.
When I told him I was set on leaving he said, just I know that I love youGod's speed on your wayNow that he's gone I come back home, to the memories of this old place
I wish more than anything, that my kids got to know their grandfather. It's been close to 20 years that he's been gone, but it still feels like yesterday that he was by my side. Whenever I swim through the waves to get out to the surf, whenever I walk the mountains to gather my thoughts, he surrounds me. His voice, loud and clear in guidance, his hand, steadfast to pick me back up whenI fall. If this song is anything, it's a prayer to him and a reminder to myself that I have huge shoes to fill.
LYRICS:Baby Listen to the cold as it blowsBlowing through the window panesHand blown glass warp my visionLooking though the wooden frameHear the floorboards speak in the morningFootsteps 'fore the break of dayAlways caught him in those in between hoursAlways coming home after working lateAlways coming home after working lateAlways coming home after working lateLate
Beneath wooden beams my childhood dreamsAll the good times coming back to meNothing like the sound of that Farmall CWhen you're sitting on top of that tractor seatWhen you're sitting on top of that tractor seatYou can hear in the fields such a beautiful soundMusic to the hand that holds the plowDinner bell rings call me back to the houseOn the harvest evening when the sun go downYeah when the sun go down
I used to look out in the eveningsDream of ramblingMoving lights on the old highwayDreaming of the places they were off toOn a wide open interstateWhen I told him I was set on leavingHe said, just I know that I love youGod's speed on your wayNow that he's gone I come back homeTo the memories of this old placeTo the memories of this old placeTo the memories of this old placeTo the memories
Beneath wooden beams my childhood dreamsAll the good times coming back to meNothing like the sound of that Farmall CWhen you're sitting on top of that tractor seatWhen you're sitting on top of that tractor seatYou can hear in the fields such a beautiful soundMusic to the hand that holds the plowDinner bell rings call me back to the houseHarvest evening when the sun go downYeah, when the sun go downDown, down, downDown, downSun go downDownDownDown
METADATA:Listen to the ColdThe RamUPC: 199080246245ISRC: QZHN52570339Release date: April 4, 2025ASCAP Work ID: T3242510818ASCAP Singer Songwriter IPI Number: 375350750ASCAP Publisher IPI Number: 375351159
ABOUT THE VIDEO:Years ago, my wife fell in love with Mammoth Lakes, California. Getting to know the Eastern Sierras opened a new chapter in my life. Up until then everything was coastal and revolved around the ocean, the mountains were somewhat of a stranger to me. On a drive from Lake Tahoe to San Diego, we spend the night in Mammoth. It was love at first site. Around that same time, I traveled so much for work, I began to loose myself. The mountains reminded me where my roots are and always have been. Once I'm submersed in those mountains, the floodgates open and the memories of youth are brought back to life. The stars, inter-connected constellations of my own ancestry and mythology. The night sky in the Sierra Nevadas is a true mirror to the soul. The footage was taken after I returned to California from a surf trip to Indonesia. In the mountains and the open ocean, my heart returns to my loved ones who are no longer with us.
Check out all the other videos from the new album, "I Am Nowhere, I Am Everywhere" by the Ram out April 18, 2025.
About the RamMark "The Ram" O'Donnell is an independent American composer and visual artist based out of Carlsbad, California. He performs original, surf-inspired, West Coast rock-and-roll.
For more information about the Ram and his music, go to www.TheRamMusic.com
More InformationI currently use DistroKid to get everything out to the streaming platforms, Disco for all sync requests, Bands In Town to list live shows, and Substack for just about everything else.
The Ram: Art, Music, Saltwater, & Snow, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit theram.substack.com/subscribe
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This is the official music video for Listen to the Cold by the Ram taken from the album, I Am Nowhere I Am Everywhere (release date is April 18, 2025). The single is out now on all streaming platforms.
ABOUT THE SONG:
There are wounds in life which are never meant to heal, eventually they evolve into the same scars we wear with pride and dignity. Watching our parents' generation disappear back into the dust creates such wounds. The houses I was raised in hold the warmth of ancestry, the family farm in Downingtown, PA, my godfather's house in Shushan, NY, there are countless dreams and memories. There's a room in the old farmhouse with red velvet loveseats, where I write music. The same place where the Christmas tree stood, where we listened to music. I've looked out that window millions of times. I've listened to the floorboards and the ceiling creak in the middle of the night when my father was getting up for work, or his mother was getting up to start the day.
When I told him I was set on leaving he said, just I know that I love youGod's speed on your wayNow that he's gone I come back home, to the memories of this old place
I wish more than anything, that my kids got to know their grandfather. It's been close to 20 years that he's been gone, but it still feels like yesterday that he was by my side. Whenever I swim through the waves to get out to the surf, whenever I walk the mountains to gather my thoughts, he surrounds me. His voice, loud and clear in guidance, his hand, steadfast to pick me back up whenI fall. If this song is anything, it's a prayer to him and a reminder to myself that I have huge shoes to fill.
LYRICS:Baby Listen to the cold as it blowsBlowing through the window panesHand blown glass warp my visionLooking though the wooden frameHear the floorboards speak in the morningFootsteps 'fore the break of dayAlways caught him in those in between hoursAlways coming home after working lateAlways coming home after working lateAlways coming home after working lateLate
Beneath wooden beams my childhood dreamsAll the good times coming back to meNothing like the sound of that Farmall CWhen you're sitting on top of that tractor seatWhen you're sitting on top of that tractor seatYou can hear in the fields such a beautiful soundMusic to the hand that holds the plowDinner bell rings call me back to the houseOn the harvest evening when the sun go downYeah when the sun go down
I used to look out in the eveningsDream of ramblingMoving lights on the old highwayDreaming of the places they were off toOn a wide open interstateWhen I told him I was set on leavingHe said, just I know that I love youGod's speed on your wayNow that he's gone I come back homeTo the memories of this old placeTo the memories of this old placeTo the memories of this old placeTo the memories
Beneath wooden beams my childhood dreamsAll the good times coming back to meNothing like the sound of that Farmall CWhen you're sitting on top of that tractor seatWhen you're sitting on top of that tractor seatYou can hear in the fields such a beautiful soundMusic to the hand that holds the plowDinner bell rings call me back to the houseHarvest evening when the sun go downYeah, when the sun go downDown, down, downDown, downSun go downDownDownDown
METADATA:Listen to the ColdThe RamUPC: 199080246245ISRC: QZHN52570339Release date: April 4, 2025ASCAP Work ID: T3242510818ASCAP Singer Songwriter IPI Number: 375350750ASCAP Publisher IPI Number: 375351159
ABOUT THE VIDEO:Years ago, my wife fell in love with Mammoth Lakes, California. Getting to know the Eastern Sierras opened a new chapter in my life. Up until then everything was coastal and revolved around the ocean, the mountains were somewhat of a stranger to me. On a drive from Lake Tahoe to San Diego, we spend the night in Mammoth. It was love at first site. Around that same time, I traveled so much for work, I began to loose myself. The mountains reminded me where my roots are and always have been. Once I'm submersed in those mountains, the floodgates open and the memories of youth are brought back to life. The stars, inter-connected constellations of my own ancestry and mythology. The night sky in the Sierra Nevadas is a true mirror to the soul. The footage was taken after I returned to California from a surf trip to Indonesia. In the mountains and the open ocean, my heart returns to my loved ones who are no longer with us.
Check out all the other videos from the new album, "I Am Nowhere, I Am Everywhere" by the Ram out April 18, 2025.
About the RamMark "The Ram" O'Donnell is an independent American composer and visual artist based out of Carlsbad, California. He performs original, surf-inspired, West Coast rock-and-roll.
For more information about the Ram and his music, go to www.TheRamMusic.com
More InformationI currently use DistroKid to get everything out to the streaming platforms, Disco for all sync requests, Bands In Town to list live shows, and Substack for just about everything else.
The Ram: Art, Music, Saltwater, & Snow, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit theram.substack.com/subscribe