With poetic lyrics akin to Jason Isbell and melodic hooks like Brandi Carlile, Lina Vandi builds an emotional landscape for the everyday moments of life.
Growing up an hour outside of New York City, Lina started playing piano in kindergarten before learning to play her father’s guitar at 13. She quickly took to composing original songs, but it was not until she moved to Nashville and began working at the Grand Ole Opry that she truly identified her sound. She brings her knowledge from the business side of the music industry in Nashville to her craft and has played in writers’ rounds at staples like Hotel Cafe and Kibitz Room.
Live Acoustic Performances
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Shakespeare
He likes to read Shakespeare to you at night
His voice carries to you inside of me
And though you might not understand each line
I feel you move to the rhythm he speaks
He’s already a good father to you
He’s careful and caring as he’s to me
I want to trust that I’ll grow as you do
That I’ll put you before all my own needs
The words of the greatest poet of love
They make me feel as small as your body
How will I show you the affection of
The words he reads to you so carefully
The day that I meet you is drawing near
I hope you know my love rivals Shakespeare
Little Brass Clocks
My grandparents got married at twenty two and twenty three
Those were different times but it seems awfully young to me
But my grandfather fought in a war at the age of nineteen
I guess time works differently when you’ve seen some things
On the weekends they would drive around and visit pawn shops
And they’d add to their collection of little brass clocks
But when he got sick, she had to face it alone
Without his hand to hold
Some times are troubled
Some times are hard
Sometimes its enough
To just be who we are
I've got a lot of things
That took me years to come by
And a collection of clocks
That don’t keep the time
Different Now
I used to make myself small
Cause I thought that meant safe
Even when it all went wrong
I clung to it anyway
Sometimes I’m still falling back
On a bed of past mistakes
I used to make myself small
But now I’m done feeling that way
Cause I’ve been to darker places
Than I should have been at that age
I’ve seen hope receding
Farther than I could ever chase
But somehow I climbed my way back out
I guess what I’m saying is things look different now
“My mother was a runaway, my father was the brakes.”
Lyrics from “The Platform”