We first met Tony and Geezer in 2009 when we opened up for HEAVEN & HELL. They were the biggest sweethearts, and supported US as a then emerging Rock Band. We are honored and humbled to be chosen by OZZY and BLACK SABBATH to pay tribute to their monstrous career and contribution to MUSIC. These guys invented Heavy Metal. This is a Dream Come True for Halestorm and I. We will see you at Villa Park and rejoice with the world as we celebrate The Godfathers of the Greatest Genre in All Of Music. HEAVY FUCKING METAL! Raise Your Horns. Love, LZZY, JOE, AREJAY & JOSH HALESTORM
We first met Tony and Geezer in 2009 when we opened up for HEAVEN & HELL. They were the biggest sweethearts, and supported US as a then emerging Rock Band. We are honored and humbled to be chosen by OZZY and BLACK SABBATH to pay tribute to their monstrous career and contribution to MUSIC. These guys invented Heavy Metal. This is a Dream Come True for Halestorm and I. We will see you at Villa Park and rejoice with the world as we celebrate The Godfathers of the Greatest Genre in All Of Music. HEAVY FUCKING METAL! Raise Your Horns. Love, LZZY, JOE, AREJAY & JOSH HALESTORM
FREAKS! We’re excited to announce that we’ll be joining @ironmaiden on their Run For Your Lives 2025 Tour! Get ready for next year and mark your calendars cause tickets go on general sale next week 💥
FREAKS! We’re excited to announce that we’ll be joining @ironmaiden on their Run For Your Lives 2025 Tour! Get ready for next year and mark your calendars cause tickets go on general sale next week 💥
THE STING – LZZY HALE JANUARY.14.2025 I feel the sting The sting of my pen The means and the end The waves and the bends The sick in my head And my heart on the mend Still raw from the past The soul shattered blasts The bombs deployed by little boys caught playing with their father’s old toys Fragile systems lost in a history that repeats himself over and over again I feel… I feel… The Sting I feel everything Every prick of the pin Every secret and sin Every word that you never said Every drop that you ever bled I feel everything I feel The Sting The burns in the arm chair And the rips in the carpet The creaks in the cupboards And scuffs in the nice wooden floor The frays on the sleeves of your hoodie The scabs that I pick at that I will never let Heal I feel, I feel The Sting I feel everything Every prick of the pin Every secret and sin Every word that you never said Every drop that you ever bled I feel everything I feel The Sting
PERFECTLY HAPPY LZZY HALE Jan. 13. 2025 C/F/G/F/C VS1. When will I grow up how long will it take? I should’ve been there by now I keep breaking the rules, making every mistake Trying to figure me out When will I know when I know when it’s right? How will I feel it inside? Am/G/F/G Is there an end to the rain in my brain, Can I cast out the shame that I’m trying to hide? C/F/Am/F/C CH1. ‘Cause WITH ALL THAT I AM I AM PERFECTLY HAPPY WITH ALL THAT I AM I AM PERFECTLY HAPPY IT TOOK WHAT I’M NOT TO SHOW ME WHAT I COULD BE AND MARRY THE DEMONS THAT COME BACK TO HAUNT ME… C/F/G/F/C VS2. More questions than answers Around and around What do I do with my light? I hear the thunder before the rain And I’m so Afraid I’m running out of time But WITH ALL THAT I AM I AM PERFECTLY HAPPY WITH ALL THAT I AM I AM PERFECTLY HAPPY IT TOOK WHAT I’M NOT TO SHOW ME WHAT I COULD BE AND MARRY THE DEMONS THAT COME BACK TO HAUNT ME WITH ALL THAT I AM I AM PERFECTLY HAPPY WITH ALL THAT I AM I AM PERFECTLY HAPPY HARD TO BELIEVE THAT I AM WHO I SHOULD BE AND THE HERO I WANTED TURNED OUT TO BE ME ALL ALONG Am/ Em/ F/ G BR. Have I lost my mind? Falling In and outta time, Ahead and behind Am I dark or light? Tell me what Is my crime? For stealing what’s mine? C/F/G/F/C VS3. I shouldn’t be here after all I survived Why am I still alive? If the Great Divine thought it my time to die I would’ve faded to gray and slipped into the night It took me forty years to get me to here To see the sun crack through the sky Am/ G/FG Now I smile back at the girl in the mirror I can finally tell her that we’re gonna be alright C/F/Am/F/C ‘Cause WITH ALL THAT I AM I AM PERFECTLY HAPPY WITH ALL THAT I AM I AM PERFECTLY HAPPY IT TOOK WHAT I’M NOT TO SHOW ME WHAT I COULD BE AND MARRY THE DEMONS THAT COME BACK TO HAUNT ME WITH ALL THAT I AM I AM PERFECTLY HAPPY WITH ALL THAT I AM I AM PERFECTLY HAPPY HARD TO BELIEVE THAT I AM WHO I SHOULD BE AND F/G/Am THE HERO I WANTED TURNED OUT TO BE ME ALL ALONG F/G/C The hero I waited for, turned out to be me all along
See you all in Chattanooga tomorrow as we continue this special Living Room Sessions Tour with Lzzy and Joe 😚 1/16 – Chattanooga TN 1/17 – Biloxi MS 1/19 – Pensacola FL 1/21 – Savannah GA 1/22 – Charleston SC 1/24 – Springfield MA 1/25 – Burlington VT Images by @alisonnorthway
Look what I found!! The @threechordbourbon official HALESTORM bourbon in the wild!! Only a few there at Old Hickory Liquor in Tennessee!
Two more weeks! #thelivingroomsessionswithlzzyandjoe #JZZY #HOTTINHALE2025
Two more weeks! #thelivingroomsessionswithlzzyandjoe #JZZY #HOTTINHALE2025
Two more weeks! #thelivingroomsessionswithlzzyandjoe #JZZY #HOTTINHALE2025
Two more weeks! #thelivingroomsessionswithlzzyandjoe #JZZY #HOTTINHALE2025
Io Sono il Dio Maybe you’ll forgive me For never being around For never planting my roots on solid ground For rolling like thunder upon the wings of the wind For conquering my internal war..finishing, only to begin again For embracing my rapture, and escaping my capture For returning again to the grave stone that still bears my name For hurting the ones I love the most when the ones I thought loved me only saw my ghost. For the twisted ladder I climb and the web that I rhyme, the sweet breath of near death and the elasticity of time. For the coffee spilt on your white expensive rug and the broken glass under your feet that I left in my wake with my rage and defeat. For trying to make you see me, for trying to be clear, but my mind is murky water and I was never really here. For holding on too tight to friends who were always my enemies, and trusting enemies, who because of my kindness, consider us besties For telling the truth under an umbrella of lies, that I thought would protect you from the darkening sky. But I could never hold a disguise. For letting the wrong ones in, and the right ones go For burying my heart in the cold December snow. For hiding my faith, and dumbing down my soul. I left myself quartered, broken pieces of a whole. Where is the child I used to know so well? The queen of the dogwood, throwing pennies in the well, making wishes on tears, and dreaming of stars, singing in trees and trusting her art? She is here now, I’ve only to call out her name, the girl I once was, the same as I became. Four decades of trials, and errors paid, built muscle trudging through mud caked in shame. But I have no need for armor, I left my thick skin on the ground, tossed off my boots and climbed barefoot up and around… I’m back in my tree, with my white blossom crown. I am my alpha, my omega, Looking down at the world below I sing my song as the cravens crow, and the branches bow and the leaves blow I am everything that I have always known Io Sono il mio Dio LZZY Hale. January. 16. 2025 1:17am
“Rose In December” Written when I was 16 1999/2000 I’ve taken all this time Standing in the snow And I’m so afraid of what could fall from my lips Afraid of what I know But still I carry on Following my heart Things could let me down, and I could be betrayed Love never lies… so Let me be your Rose In December And I’ll be standing here, until spring comes and the snow melts away Let me be your Rose In December I’ll stand here forever, loving you, as a rose in December Cool, autumn days When everyone else walked away They told me to forget, and to spare myself the storm But, I knew you were worth the wait And as the snow fell Landing on my heart Burying my emotion, but still I stand here frozen Because I know I love you, oh, I love you… so Let me be your Rose In December And I’ll be standing here, until spring comes and the snow melts away Let me be your Rose In December I’ll stand here forever, loving you, as a rose in December As a Rose… As a rose in December.
Hymn-HERR If everyone does what they love, then everyone loves what they do How can I pray thee above if below is all I ever knew? If anyone hears me tonight, shine inside out burning bright! Cuz if I can love myself tonight, then I love you. Yes if I can love myself tonight Then I Love You. Poem and Art By Lzzy Hale December 17, 2024
BEFORE WE WERE PIRATES 🏴☠️ Before we were pirates we were children playing with sticks and singing into hair brushes, climbing trees and hoping to beat whoever climbed the tallest. The smallest rock would excite us and ignite us and the rustling of leaves on the drive way was thunderous crashing down into every puddle, never afraid of the rain or the muck. We ate dirt in the garden and made snow fashioned cabins to hold meetings and manifest the hopes and dreams we knew instinctively, the buried treasure that nobody else sees. We felt the power of the wind and sea. Adventurers were we. Then we grew up, and turned our wheel toward the fears and tears and everything that comes with being a grown up. All the important things like money, and houses, careers and cables.We tried our hand gambling under the table. Sometimes it’s fun now to look at all of us like we are all just on a field trip together in 8th grade. Not much is different from who we were then Except for some stray grays and silvers Some of us clean and some sober Laughlines and lifetimes that have made us closer. We never lost the joy of who we were Before we were pirates. It’s our core beginnings No matter how many lessons learned How many bones broken Scars earned or hearts stolen Our stories, and jokes are what makes us who we are, and it’s all we are left with the end. We are the sum of all our parts, The parts we were born with,the ones we picked up and the ones we forgot. Our dark and light Our triumphs and failures. When we are in our retirement home…it will be the same one. Still together Laughing at the same fart jokes til the day we croke. By Lzzy Hale Written for Joe Josh and Arejay
Tell me what an angel would say To make you stay Im a natural born Devil I don’t know how to behave I don’t speak the language Beyond the grave I’m a goblin, a mave A pale pony, a mare I when I smile, I scare When I walk by they stare I’m different, a weirdo Gangly, and skinny But strong, and squishy I’m wholesome and witty I fight with my pen Be it mightier than the sword I do not stand on the podium I do not argue with stupid You cannot penetrate the putrid The believers of lies, the deceivers The wolf who promises to be vegan Only after the sheep elect him. But I am listening, in the trees Among the birds, and what’s left of the bees A statue of Lzzrdy. I am the wind and the breeze on your sweat drenched necks, whispering please Please remember who you are. You are a child born from the stars Sent to the earth to spread love where there is hate. The great divine has a plan. So do not be afraid. We will not Fail. As long as we have Faith.
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Opposite Brain Poem by Lzzy Hale Art by Eve Bluefoot I have an opposite brain Let me try to explain Food makes me tired No sleep makes me hyper Weed makes me manic The simplest things send me into a panic I have an opposite view I see people right through If your ugly on the inside You have no beauty on the outside Doesn’t matter how good you hide The truth always roots out the lies I have an opposite heart If it breaks it feels content Like home, warm in my bed Cuz I’m so used to being broken It’s painful to put myself back together again I’ve got an opposite choice I have only one Voice The more use it the clearer and louder it gets My body is a weapon I choose Not to destroy, even though I can I choose to use my pen, and not a podium A map written on the back of my hand Coded in a secret language That only my people will understand I will create a sanctuary for the downtrodden A safe space where all are welcome And when my time has come when my bell is rung I will Pass the torch through the songs I’ve sung And leave this blue planet A little better than I found it. Lzzy Hale 2/23/25
I have Insatiable taste Poem by Lzzy Hale Art by Jason Levesque I’m hungry. Hungry for what? Hungry for something egmatic , fantastic, and Magic A rush of blood.A kick in my guts I’m hungry for love.I want a connection To touch something no one can touch Out of this world. Out of my mind Out of this cage. Out of these confines Out of range Fear cannot knock here I have insatiable taste Fill up the space Fill up the hole in my soul Hungry for something I’m not getting But I don’t know what I’m looking for I’m foraging and fitting everything into my mouth til I’m sick Suck the marrow from the bones of life Suck the air out of the room Suck the light from the sky Suck the laughter from your lungs Lick the dirt from the bottom of your shoes And chew on your words Let them slide down my throat Expand my mind and waist Not one wasted crumb I can have my ice cream and my cake. I have insatiable taste
Shadowland By Lzzy Hale Art: Dante’s Purgatory by Gustavo Dore I’m Just keeping an eye on the weather in my head. Adjusting the light to see clearer what’s ahead I walk With the weight Of a feather step by step I’m Hesitant, In a pretty purgatory Somewhere In between who I was and what I’ll become What am I? Am I still Me! Held in abeyance Filled with Impatience Under Surveillance I know my road to hell is paved with good intentions I’ve got no soul to Sell for Climbing Heavens gate I’m neither dark nor light, I’m somewhere In the Grey In the sunshine SHADOWS FOLLOW ME I guided them here, I hear them speak Either way I’m Crashing through the maze Where no one Save us but ourselves. In limbo, Gehenna Half way,Midway A Shadowland Perdition’s Pit We walk Into the Abyss .
Sprig of Hyssop’s Beware Jan 12 2025 I thought I was ready I though I was strong I thought I was honest But I was so wrong I stepped to the edge Hoping to fly Until I crashed in the waves Broken down by the tide I was caught in deep end Trapped the in the whirl pool I was barely breathing Trying to keep cool Then I thought I saw you Two eyes in the night Swimming toward me Do I fight, do I flight? I thought I was pretty Then I was lost You pay to be ugly And I paid the cost I was an Angel Turns out I’m a liar When did it all burn down Into a funeral pier? I don’t who I’m seeing When I’m facing the mirror All of these shattered pieces My vision unclear Am I facing “Fear” The Devils daughter, his first born Just Make her disappear From the womb she was torn Screaming She Banshee Her cry ripped through the world Left it hollow, so empty As Grandfather Time bends and turns over HIStory repeating again and again As the clock strikes a sorrow toll 10 after 10 The End is Always Near The beginning at Last I want to see clear But I can’t fix the past When the future is already here Choking on the ash Of our ancestors lessons We are doomed to forget Like the names of our Stars And our cemetery pets. I dance with the Prince With his jelly black hair And warm whispered love notes soaked in blood, red as the sprig of hyssop’s beware. Poem By Lzzy Hale
ERA OF PLETHORA We live in an era of plethora The age of overkill Suffocating on saccharine Stuffing a hole we can Never fill in Overkill, overflow, Too much stuff We have everything but it’s never enough I’m still here somewhere in the white noise Using my voice with my ride or die boys Greed Floods the world with excess Mother Earth wails in the human excrement As Grandfather time twists and bend We grasp at the moments, and watch as the minutes slip like sand through our fingers. The malice that lingers, like Alice, we give ourselves such good advice But rarely do we follow it. We just swallow it down Stomach hollow and round Feeding on the young ones.Standing in the way Bleeding on the Altar. A price we can’t repay “I’m sorry” can’t erase the cost It Can’t replace the lost that seeps through the cracks in the wall. A wall with eyes Whispers of venom. My heart is a fragile bomb.My body is a weapon They wish to dismantle me Why are they so afraid of me? Afraid of my legacy? Of equality? But HIStory ends with me. With you. With US! Justice is a dish best served cold and winter is coming, with a warrior named Hope With blood in her hair and grit in her teeth She is an outsider, a pariah, a survivor She Faces fear in the night And has a talent for Fight.Wings to take flight And guide us all into the storm Where we can keep each other safe and warm Safe and sound. We will shake the ground. They will hear us coming, and feel our flame They will quake in their boats, and know us by many names. We Fly our many banners in this Holy War United, never forgetting for one second what we are fighting for. Lzzy Hale Sunday, March 2, 2025 HAPPY WOMENS HISTORY MONTH
