My American Heart
Age doesn’t necessarily denote musical prowess, but for My American Heart, … Read Full Bio ↴Age doesn’t necessarily denote musical prowess, but for My American Heart, a band who wrote their debut when most of the members were merely 16, making great music has only been augmented by three years of touring, practice and acquired knowledge. The San Diego fivesome’s dynamic, innovative second record reverberates with a sense of newfound wisdom and the sort of skill that comes only from that hard-earned experience, a reminder of how shockingly young the makers of the record actually are. The strikingly varied disc, metaphorically entitled Hiding Inside the Horrible Weather to denote the beauty that inherently lies in all things, soars from hooky, driving rock (“The Shake (Awful Feeling)” and “Boys! Grab Your Guns”) to introspective acoustic ballad (“Tired and Uninspired”) to expansive searches that reveal a whole new side of My American Heart (“Dangerous” and “Fantasy”). Soliman’s lyrics are noticeably more refined, spinning with clever turns of phrase and poetically-inclined verses- yet another gleaming facet of evident growth on the record.

Hiding Inside the Horrible Weather is the result of six months of heavy writing time, although some of the album’s tracks come from nearly a year before it was recorded. Following the band’s beloved debut, The Meaning in Makeup, which the group feels was slightly rushed, for this record My American Heart had time to really craft what they consider to be an album that represents how far they have come. “We actually took our time to write this record,” says Soliman. “It was a lot of fun creating this record and expressing ourselves and actually growing as musicians together. Just figuring out what we’re capable of. It was definitely a huge step up from the last record.”

Armed with new guitarist Matthew VanGasbeck, formerly of Downtown Singapore, who joined the writing process in November, My American Heart entered the studio on February 4th. After whittling down a long list of possible producers, the group chose James Paul Wisner, the producer behind bands like Underoath, The Academy Is and Dashboard Confessional, who Soliman calls the “perfect fit for this record.” In Wisner’s St. Cloud, FL Studio, just south of Orlando, the quintet dove headfirst into an encouraging, creative environment that helped them pen the next tracks to the record. “He helped us really explore ideas and he really listened to the songs,” Barrera notes of the experience. “He was huge part of the record.”

My American Heart has certainly not eschewed their engaging pop sensibilities, but even former disbelievers won’t be able to deny the range and strength of the songwriting on Hiding Inside the Horrible Weather or the memorability of the tracks, which the band hopes will be drawn to any listener who happens to hear them. As far as huge steps up go, this is a massive one, and the significance of that is not lost on My American Heart. “I just want people to really open their minds to this and give some consideration to how much we’ve grown since the last record,” Soliman says. “We really learned that we are better than what we thought we could be.”
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My American Heart Lyrics


All My Friends All my friends drowning at sea Yeah everyone except for you…
Boys! Grab Your Guns Boys, grab your guns It's all in good fun We're making 'em…
California Love California love! Now let me welcome everybody to the wild…
Certainty Kill And the sound of rain is killing me It's killing me…
Dangerous You may say, our lives have changed. But baby, I…
Don't Sleep And the phone, it rings without a pulse But I can't…
Fantasy Have you ever lost your mind, Finding streets you couldn't …
Fate Stand back because my heart is on the floor It's waiting…
First Noel Noel x 4 Born is the king of Israel The first…
Hiding Inside The Horrible Weather I watch the sky turn to paper mache like shades. that…
How Dirty Boys Get Clean I walked passed the highway late last night, To try and…
In Between The lights go on, The scene is overcrowded. It takes my mind…
Keys To My Organ Do you know you're fake? Stop giving for the take. Bring l…



Last Goodbye We came to our conclusions We came to what we thought…
Maps Around Texas Hopes set on expectations Never thought of expiration dates …
Miles Behind Us How does it feel to be dragged under this pickup Truck…
Moving On What can I say? The cold of the middle west Has taken…
Poison One last hit for you. Two last hits for me? One…
Post Cards And Letters There were yellow ribbons on every tree, And yellow orchids…
Ruins We Hold I don't know if we're wrong or right Tell me do…
Runaway If you could read between the lines You would know that Ti…
Search & Rescue A dozen city lights It's bitter cold tonight I'll see all yo…
Speak Low If You Speak Love Whisper softly softly in my ear Say all the things I…
The Days I've Died This song is to you my love Your lipstick stained my…
The Innocent Letter We talked about dreams, and they said we were crazy. But t…
The Key to My Organ Do you know you're fake? Stop giving for the take. Bring l…
The Key to My Organs Do you know you're fake? Stop giving for the take. Bring lov…
The Meaning In Makeup Every day is another face, Every day is another fake across…
The Meaning Of Makeup Every day is another face, Every day is another fake across…
The Process Take all my self-worth away Just cold with no love in…
The Ruins We Hold I don't know if we're wrong or right Tell me do…
The Shake oh, the brilliant mistakes that you seem to make always…
The Shake Awful Feeling Oh the brilliant mistakes that you seem to make always…
The Takeover Right now we'll start your brand new life. Your night…
There Are More Frightening Things... They say live, live and learn But you'd rather crash and…
This Never Stops Just shut your eyes And I won't bleed till you're sleeping L…
Tired & Uninspired Home, was always quiet 'til the sun went down. But we…
Today Is The Number Seventeen Oh no, here we go again. Miles gone, times are changing, A…
We Are Fabrication We waited seven hours by the sea For the taste of…
White Lines I would kill to taste the bricks Of a city not…


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