What Happens In Montevallo

Nothing stays here.
The words leak out of bounds and the sounds go with them.
The music from the guitar strings and the fierceness from songwriters' lips.
All the love and the anger or the affection you can throw at a person never stay in that one place.
Words are never where you left them,
our actions grow wings, and travel to a thousand different places.

I've seen a beautiful thought make it to Kai'lua,
I've seen sadness start here and fly all the way to the Alps.
The world's growing on our motion,
Cross-pollination. Starts right here..
In your town,in your house, in your room,
in your mind,
Nothing stays.



Andrew Tipton,