Gulf winds blow through canopy roads all the way to Thomasville, the native names written on the land echo through the red clay hills.

Where the scent of long leaf Florida pine reach up on past that Georgia line.

Stroll through Tallahassee town or Southern Apalachee bound.

Take the local routes and journey down the roads we call our home.

Take the local routes and journey down.

the roads we call our home.

All come in, baby.

All come in.

Maybe we could all come.

If the gates to heaven weren't so tall, maybe we could all come in.

If we break them down, it won't matter at all.

Then maybe we could all come in.

All come in, baby all come in.

Maybe we could all come in.. All come in, baby, all come in.

Maybe we could all come in.

If you open up your door just a little more.

Maybe we could all come in.

Get up off your couch, have a seat on the floor, and maybe we could all come in All come in.

baby, all come in.

Maybe we could all come in.. All come in, baby, all come in Maybe we could all come in.

Our plates are full and there's enough to share.

So maybe we could all come in.

If we take these seeds and plant them everywhere, then maybe we could all come in.

All come in, baby, all come in.

Maybe we could all come in.

All come in, baby, all come in, Maybe we could all come in.

We are here to love one another.

So maybe we could all come in.

Every breath we take as sisters and brothers.

So maybe we could all come in.

All come in, baby, all come in.

Maybe we could all come in.

All come in, baby, all come in.

Maybe we could all come in.

Maybe we could all come in.

I'm Mickey Abraham.

I'm Kathryn Belle Long.

I'm Kevin Robertson.

And I'm Mike Snelling.

And we are Belle and the Band.

I grew up here and my mom grew up here and my grandfather lived here.

And we currently live on the same little acreage that was in my family over 100 years ago.

And when I turned 18, I wanted out of Tallahassee and I didn't understand what a beautiful special place it was.

And I was gone for a long time.

I went to college and then I went and worked at Disney and did a lot of things.

And I came back and I realized how beautiful and special a place it was just the beauty, the hills, and it's right next to the beach and the amazing community that lives here.

And that is what inspired me.

Just my family and my friends and and everything I love is here.

And that's what inspired the song.

Dogwood petals on the wind to my True Love I will send.

Sweet breath that holds the spring breeze in the morning.

Where my lover sings a song.in the hills where I was born.

And it whispers through the dawn, Tallahassee.

Though faraway I go a memory I will hold.

Please is come again falling on me dear old friend.

'Til once again my feet shall fall on these on these hills of clay and bone.

I am forever call my home, Tallahassee.

Now in dreams I do hear, a perfect sound so clear.

My mother's voice a light shining through the night.

and the world will calm it's rush.

with the stars so bright above.

Sweet earth where first I loved Tallahassee.

No far away I go, a memory I will hold.

Breezes come again falling on me dear old friend.

'Til once again my feet shall fall on these on these hills of clay and bone.

I 'll forever call my home, Tallahassee.

'Til once again my feet shall fall on these on these hills of clay and bone.

I 'll forever call my home, Tallahassee.

Oh, just what do you think?

And then you want to just end on that beat?

You from over there?

Do you like to take your local routes and journey down the roads we call our home.

or take the take a local routes and journey down the roads we call our home.

the first one.

I think.

Gulf winds blow through canopy roads all the way to Thomasville.

The native names written on the land echo through the red clay hills.

Where the scent of long leaf Florida pine reach up on past that Georgia line.

Stroll through Tallahassee town or Southern Apalachee bound.

Take the local routes and journey down the roads we call our home.. Take the local routes and journey down roads we call our home.

Is that the kind of song you're thinking of?

is that it?

yeah!

Since the show came out, people have come up to us during shows and asked if we can perform the theme song, which is really only not not even quite a minute long.

So when we put it into a set, it's it starts and then it's over.

And so after having the show on air for about a year, I wanted to add another verse, first of all, to give it link.

But second of all, because I felt like I had a little bit more to say now that I knew about the show and I saw all the wonderful segments that you guys do and what the show really means to the community.

So it was necessity, but also inspiration.

The final category that said Cinemar and I will present tonight is category 44 musical composition arrangement.

When I first told the band that we were entered, everyone kind of laughed and started like making fun and saying, Oh, now we can put on our bio.

We're an Emmy entered band, ha.

ha.

ha!

but then we got nominated.

That was a huge deal to me and I couldn't get anyone on the phone.

The only person I was actually able to tell was Mike, and and I called Mike, and Mike found out before my mom even.

Wow.

And yeah, we were I was parking lot and Lloyd at the post office.

I think I might have been screaming into the phone a lot of my was two octaves higher, really three speaking voice and so We've been nominated for an Emmy!

And the Emmy goes to Kathryn Belle Long from WFSU TV, Tallahassee, Florida, for the Local Routes theme song.

I don't think I've ever experienced anything quite like it.

I was really happy and just felt really proud to be a part of such a cool thing and a great band and a cool show and just I felt like I was going to explode.

I'm glad I was able to get words out because I wasn't sure when I started talking what was going to come out.

Thank you so much.

We want to thank the Academy and Karla and everyone for all the hard work.

And then after that, we we walked off stage and we all hugged and cried.

And I mean in a good way.

We were just really happy.

And it was it was an amazing thing.

Gulf winds blow through canopy roads all the way to Thomasville.

The native names written on the land echo through the red clay hills.

Where the scent of long leaf Florida pine reach up on past that Georgia line.

Stroll through Tallahassee town or Southern Apalachee bound.

Take the local routes and journey down the roads we call our home.

Take the local routes and journey down the roads we call our home, Magnolia trees greet the southern breeze in the land where rivers wind.

Seeds that spring up from the past, leave us treasures yet to find.

Where children play along the land our fathers built with honest hands.

Take a moment now and look around at the paradise we have found.

Take the local routes and journey down the roads we call our home.

Take the local routes and journey down the roads we call our home.

Seems I've treaded water for a lifetime and any day and each time I come up for air, she floats farther away.

The waves they found me, surround me, pulling me down.

Oh, olive branch dove don't you wait till you find me drowned.

Rest for awhile.

Rest for awhile.

Rest for awhile.

Rest for awhile.

It's your face.

I see every vision and every dream.

It's your hand.

I reach for when the waters come rushing again.

If I could just breath your sweet breath in.

Though the ocean she holds me light will keep me till then.

Rest for a while.

Rest for a while, Rest for a while.

Rest for a while..

I don't know which way to turn and I don't know which way to go.And if ever again I see you smile.

I'll rest for a while.

It's your face I see in every vision and every dream.

It's your hand I reach for when the waters come rushing again.

And if I could just breath your sweet breath in.

Though the ocean she holds me alive and will keep me till then.

Rest for a while.

Rest for a while.

Rest for a while.

Rest for a while.

Rest for a while.

Rest for a while.

Home was in the rearview mirror following.

The story is about a young girl who, in the midst of chaotically tragic life events, listens to voices who have guided her since birth.

This is Kathryn and hey this is Mickey.. And we are here to give you an update on Voices: A Folk Opera.

We know you're all wondering what's going on with soap opera before COVID and all that stuff, crazy stuff happened.

We had big plans for the album, but the big plans are still still happening, which is doing a little bit underground, a little bit below the radar.

We've been working on it steadily through the entire the entire this whole virus thing.

We did have to take a break for a little while, but we did what we could.

However we could, and we kept pressing forward, Say a prayer for me, please say a prayer for me.

We are falling deep within on the line with our despair.

Is there no hope for us to cease?

Please say a prayer for me.

Please say a prayer for me.

We are hungry, starved without your love.

We have not yet received manna from above.

All the ways been kicked back down out of every place in this oldl town.

Don't know exactly where to turn in rest is something only learned with every year and every life fall victim to the hands of time.

It isn't real It's just a sign.

Hallelujah.

we are eternal.

We are on our way.

We find our way.

we are on our way.

Please say a prayer for me.

Please say a prayer for me.

We are children shadowed at your side so I can see the sky.

You know, the next thing we were going to do was get together with you all.

It was our Tuesday night.

And so we're going to stick with the plan.

Thank you guys so much.

We're just so stoked.

I know Kathyrn is, you know, so thankful for all of your contributions.

If you guys are about to get your minds around, I think it's really hard to listen to these tracks by myself.

It's almost impossible to listen to songs by myself, so it's quite comforting to hear it with you guys and to put it right.

It's it's exactly what I need right now.

Actually, you're ready.

Dear Mom, I think you'd be proud.

I'm a soldier now.

Freedom.

Oh, freedom.

girl we ain't free.

You ran away and had to leave your little town.

Yeah.

You had it bad.

You're not the only one who.

Somehow me, somehow not the same.

Somehow sitting on this train.

I don't know how I made it through the year.

Wondering where you were.

And if I'd ever see you again.

Now I know why I spent the nights alone praying to the stars above.

Oh, now I know.

Now I know.

Now I know.

Open up your heart.

Rise!

Stand brave when the morning comes.

Open up your heart.. Oh, okay.

Thank you.

Thanks, man.

for coming.

Thanks for including us in this project.

Of course.

Thanks for listening.

Thank you.

Just hearing this story.