Billy Strings, or William Lee Apostol, born October 3, 1992, is an American guitarist, singer, songwriter and bluegrass musician. He was born in Lansing, Michigan. His father died of a heroin overdose when he was two and his mother remarried Terry Barber, an accomplished amateur bluegrass musician. While living in Muir, Michigan and still just a preteen, his parents became addicted to methamphetamine. Billy left the family home at the age of 13, becoming addicted to hard drugs and alcohol. His parents eventually achieved sobriety. Billy had an experience with too much cocaine and booze on a night in 2016 that almost caused his band to miss a gig. After that he decided he had to change. He quit alcohol altogether by 2017. Billy started therapy in 2024 to deal with childhood trauma, anxiety and depression.
He has toured with countless musicians, and has released five albums, three collaborative albums, one with his father, and is considered one of the finest bluegrass guitarists alive.
Well, it’s not so easy now though it never was back then
We still can’t seem to work this out, but we can still pretend
And these tattered walls and burnin’ bridges quickly start to fall
How long until there’s nothin’ left at all?
I’ve been to California, man, I’ve seen them city lights
Been stranded in the desert, scorching days and freezing nights
And I’ll never understand why people try to walk so tall
How long until there’s nothin’ left at all?
Don’t you love what you got used to
Where we used to feel so free
Won’t you wait a while in silence, love
Watch it fall with me
Well, the old man said the great Big Apple’s rotten to the core
With Wall Street skimming from the till while no one minds the store
And how could someone get so low in a building so damn tall?
How long until there’s nothin left at all?
While chunks the size of Delaware are falling off the poles
Our heads are buried in the sand, our leaders dug the holes
Like junkies hooked on fossil fuels heading for withdrawal
How long until there’s nothin left at all?
Don’t you love what you got used to
Where we used to feel so free
Come and wait a while in silence, love
And watch it fall with me
Now the answer’s in our heads to the question that were asked
It boils up from underground and leads us to the past
To a place that’s long forgotten when we had enough for all
How long until there’s nothin’ left at all?
Don’t you love what you got used to
Where we tried to make our stand
The hourglass is growing empty now
Just to leave a pile of sand
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Aaron Allen / William Apostol

I loved your song, Lisa and it was nice to learn about Billy Strings. Alongside broader themes of societal and cultural dissolution, including capitalism and social injustice Watch It Fall is a song about the enviornment.
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Yes, and since I’m a dyed in the wool Midwesterner, I love to see other ‘country’ people show concern for our earth. I feel like those of us in the flyover States get a bad rap, of people thinking that we don’t give a crap about our Earth, when we really do.
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Midwestern attitudes toward environmental concerns are mixed and complex, with significant regional variation, but the impacts of climate change are increasingly forcing residents, particularly farmers and those in vulnerable communities like Native American tribes, to confront these issues and seek solutions. While some parts of the Midwest show less concern than the national average, other areas are implementing green infrastructure and conservation practices, driven by tangible effects on agriculture, health, and water resources.
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I agree. Thank you for your response, it’s so informative! The fields around here are rotated between corn and soybeans every few years. The field across the road for me was recently harvested and they just brought in a large amount of manure. Apparently they spread it today because I was acutely aware of the smell! I want to complain, but I stopped myself because I know it is a more environmentally friendly to fertilize the soil and the smell will eventually go away.
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My WP is messed up. It looks like it unsubscribed a lot of my people. Could you try unsubscribing and then subscribe again and see If you start getting notices again?
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Sure, I will do that right now.
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What a great message in this song and a pure joy listening to the banjo and guitar playing. Wonderful choice, Lisa.
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Thank you, Nancy!
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I have heard bytes of his music on TikTok, but this was the first time I ever listened to a whole song. Great bluegrass and what a personal history- one that reinforces how lucky some of us really are!
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So true, Violet!
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