Eliza Lynn

 

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eliza@elizalynn.com

PO BOX 202

Elsah, IL  62028

     

 

 

  

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written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Album Released November 2005

Produced by Eliza Lynn  Engineered by Jeff Knorr at Collapseable Studio  Mastered by Bruce Bartlett.

 

Eliza Lynn: vocals Teal Brown: drums Jamie Herrmann: guitar John Herrmann: bass Dale Roberts: cornet

 

This song started on my way from Asheville, NC to Atlanta, GA.  That bit of road has been very prolific for my songwriting.  I was on a stretch of 85 when I started this one.  The sky was grey and my eyes kept looking up, following the power lines as I went, thinking of my mother's father, Ben, who I never met.  Right here is the starting place that you've been missing.  Seems like the perfect way to start my first album.  And it's always true.

Lyrics

Not 10 Miles under the ground, you can stop your digging.

Not way up over a cloud, come off your ladder and quit your reaching.

What is it you are looking for? You seem willing to give up the seat of your core.

Could it be that it’s right here?

 

Right here

Is the starting place that you’ve been missing.

Right here.

Right here, open your eyes, let your ears listen.

It’s what you need, it’s right here.

It’s what you need, it’s right here.

 

Where have you been going?

Who’re you trying to prove yourself to?

Time is not waiting, so do what you have to do.

 

Not 10 miles under the ground, you can stop your digging

Cause it’s not his, it’s not hers, it’s your life you need to be living

The shape of your heart, the play of your mind

Is there something else you were trying to find?

Could it be that it’s right here?

Could it be that it’s right here?

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza Lynn: vocals Drew Heller: guitar Justin Perkins: drums Dave Pransky: bass

 

This song started as I was driving down the road from Southern Dharma Retreat Center.  I had the first few lines and tune by the time I hit the bridge and took a right on 209, leaving Spring Creek, NC and headed to Little Pine, NC to Dana and Jenna Nagle’s yellow house. That spring, the honeysuckle was so incredible, and when it went out of bloom, I lost the ability to work on the song.  The following spring brought the second verse.  It came on the Blue Ridge Parkway nearing Town Mountain Road.  The third verse needed the honeysuckle to bloom for inspiration and so it didn’t come until the following spring.  Three years, three parts of the song.  Done.  I loved having my friends from Toubab Krewe play on this song – they so understood the feel of it.  When I heard it for the first time on WNCW, my first thought was, “Yea- Toubab Krewe,” then I started singing and I realized it what it was.

Lyrics

It’s hard not to fall in love with the honeysuckle in bloom.

Walking slow my eyes roll back at the scent of that fume.

The days are long, the sun hangs in the sky up above.

It is the season of growing and learning to love.

 

It’s not that love doesn’t yank me and throw me up high.

Or sprinkle light through my fingers and glitter up my eyes.

What has snuck up on me is not a tingling head or a singing heart.

But that patience, patience, makes of us a piece of art.

 

I am with you and we can watch clouds pass

But if we don’t go deeper then it ain’t gonna last.

I can sing about patience, I can sing about love,

But let’s lay it on the table, that’s what trust is made of,

It’s what love is made of, let’s see what we are made of.

 

It’s hard not to fall in love with the honeysuckle in bloom.

Walking slow my eyes roll back at the scent of that fume.

The days are long, the sun hangs in the sky up above.

It is the season of growing and learning to love.

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza Lynn: vocals and banjo Rayna Gellert: fiddle John Herrmann: bass

 

This was the first song I finished writing.  Because I am a slow cooker as a writer, I started songs that were finished years later, but this was my first complete song.  Driving east on 40 from Nashville to Asheville in the early evening.  Old-time virtuosos and friends Rayna Gellert and John Herrmann helpfully recorded this song in two different keys – the first one was too high and just not relaxed enough for this song.

Lyrics

In my life I walk through tunnels

With my fists clenched and tight

When my heart remembers laughter,

That’s the peaking light

 

La la la la

 

Things get dark and troubled,

And ways get lost and tough

But if I’m the one who helps me stand,

Smooth outweighs the rough

 

And it’s true that I don’t know where I’m going

And it’s true that I’m walking on my own

Here I stand, with my boundaries soft as foothills,

On the path on the palm of my own hand

 

The way we move makes waves in our possibilities.

We ride an unknown tide

 

So listen to yourself sing,

As you drive down the road

You’ll breathe in a sweet patience

And exhale your lonesome load

 

La la la la

 

In my life I walk through tunnels

With my fists clenched and tight

When my heart remembers laughter,

That’s the peaking light

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza Lynn: vocals  Barry Benjamin: guitar Jill Fromewick: harmonica John Herrmann: bass

 

This is another song that came on my way to Atlanta from Asheville on White Horse Road.  I could see the coin flipping through the air as I drove down this long hill.  This was the first time I recorded with Jill Fromewick who I formed a band with in 2006 called Grit Pixies.  Jill is a mighty little harp player!  Barry Benjamin was my first Piedmont Blues guitar teacher – he sure got me started in the right direction!

Lyrics

There’s a two sided coin, flipping through the air.

A two sided coin, not so rare.

A two sided coin, flipping through the air.

I never can tell if I’ll be frisky or fair.

 

There’s a little bit of spice in this old pious girl.

I’ll have you going along with my sweet angel curls.

When up above the crowd I’ll shout,

And shock you holy rollers with what I’ll talk about.

 

There’s a two sided coin, flipping through the air.

A two sided coin, not so rare.

A two sided coin, flipping through the air.

I never can tell if I’ll be frisky or fair.

 

One day I might be bright as the sunshine

The next day I’m wagging my tail far behind

And when I think this sassy girl is here to stay

I go on a retreat and be silent all day

 

There’s a two sided coin, flipping through the air.

A two sided coin, not so rare.

A two sided coin, flipping through the air.

I never can tell if I’ll be frisky or fair.

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza Lynn: vocal and banjo Rayna Gellert: fiddle John Herrmann: bass Jamie Herrmann: guitar Drew Heller: guitar

 

This song is so interesting to me – I thought I would never sing it for anyone.  I was totally ashamed of it.  It seemed too cheesy to me.  But it was the song that connected with people most on this first album.  It was included on The Best of WUNC’s Back Porch Music Vol 9 and I was curious to see that mine was the only female name on the list.  I have sung this song at a number of weddings and it is a frequent request at gigs.  So there you go – it proved to me that there is real power in sharing something that feels raw and vulnerable.

 

Why am I including the chords on this song and not others?  Beats me – I just feel like it :)

Lyrics

A

It used to mean goodbye or hello,

E                     A

Sleep tight or it’s time to go,

D                                    A     

I really miss you or you mean so much to me,

E                                                                     D                       A

But I’m wondering if now that I’m grown, I know what love means.

 

Chorus:

D                                           A

Cause in your arms there’s a place for me.

E                                        A

Where we are held in possibility.

D                                     A

The space in you and the space in me

E                           D           A

Know each other effortlessly.

 

A

When I was young and had learned to write,

E                                          A

It was, “I love you” on everything in sight.

D                                       A  

And I gave my kisses easy as a smile,

E                                                                     D                       A

But as I grew tall, my heart found fear and I left that loving child.

 

Bridge:

E                   A

It was years ago

E                                   A

When I left that part below

D                         A

But my separate halves

E                   A

Join on this path.

Chorus

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza Lynn: vocal Joe Mohar: rhythm tap

 

I was taking tap dancing classes that Joe Mohar was teaching when I started writing this song, and it grew into it's own little dance piece.  Unfortunately, I haven't kept up my tapping, but I still do some of these steps when I sing this... I love what Joe did with it!

Lyrics

You go round corners

Raccoon and possum

Leaves jump out in front

Like they don’t know where they’re from

 

There’s sugar on the hillside

Red, gold and green

Maple laughing down

On all the rest it seems

 

Green like light

Comes in and bites my tongue

I don’t know where it’s from

Green like light

Comes in and bites my tongue

I don’t know where it’s from

 

I could’ve gone left

But I went right

And who’s to say they’re hollering

Ain’t nothing but lies

 

So mop em up and sit down

Loose coins clapping

Harbor whistle tells em when it’s time to come in.

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza: vocals  Bob Willoughby: piano  Grant Cuthbertson: bass   Teal Brown: drums

 

I have so much to say about this song.  Whenever I'm singing it, it brings me back to a universal truth: the place that I need to be is here.  This simple song that I wrote driving down the mountain to my first ever songwriter in the round experience has been more influential on my life than any other song I've written.  It appeared on a Putumayo World Music album in 2007 on a disc with Old Crow Medicine Show, The Little Willies, Ruthie Foster, Tim O'Brien, Allison Brown - it goes on and on!  What incredible company!  And my little song took me for quite a ride.  I will always be SO grateful to the folks at Putumayo!  It has been my favorite label since I was about 15 and it was incredible to have a track included.

Lyrics

Chorus:

Sing a new song

In the rain

Sing a new song

To the drops coming down

Sing a new song

Where you are

Sing a new song

Where the sky meets the ground

 

Verse:

I don’t always know what’s right

And sometimes not even what’s real

But there’s only one place to stand

And it starts with my toe and ends with my heel

 

Verse:

It may be a mystery

But somehow, things will come clear

For now what I know for sure

Is the place that I need to be is here

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza: vocals  Rayna Gellert: fiddle  Drew Heller: guitar   Dave Pransky: bass   Justin Perkins: drums

 

I started writing this song on a very strange trip to... China.  I was actually trying to find a new 'me' by becoming an English teacher in China and the experience of being there helped me to understand that there was no new 'me' needed.  This song continues to be a powerful reminder to not take on other's dreams for my life, but to do my best to be who I am.

Lyrics

Verse:

I came here a loose leaf ready for clutching.

Making hollow the space where my shadow would stand.

Now I fly over mountains and rivers and oceans.

Who will I be from here?

 

Gm / / / D7 / / /

Gm / / / D7 / / /

Gm / / / D7 / / /

Gm / / / D7 / / /

 

There were times, soaked in memory broken,

When the voice of what could be wasn’t heard.

And back then, with my eyes still wide open,

I chose to follow him.

 

Chorus:

Maybe I’ve found what I came here to get.

In turning around, my mistakes I admit.

What I could have learned and what I could have seen,

There’s nowhere I’d rather be.

I’m leaving, I’m leaving with me.

 

Gm / C Gm

Gm / C D7

Gm / C Gm

C / Gm /

C C7 Gm / / /

 

Verse:

Second floor, steps high, red and rugged.

Window gaze, a pretty girl all dressed up.

It’s a future she sees in the glass,

And woken, she chooses and walks past.

 

Chorus

 

Verse:

Why do we grab dreams like second hand coats?

Put it on, zip it up, and make it your own.

When the fruit that we are meant to bear,

Has its’ seeds not outside, but in here.

 

Chorus

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza: vocal and banjo

 

While working at the YWCA as a fitness assistant (and eventually the Diabetes Wellness Coordinator), I encountered some of the the wisest and most generous human beings.  One of those was a man named Joe, who gave quite a gift to all with his story, told on a treadmill with sparkling eyes.  He is the man speaking and I am the 'she' listening. This song took on new meaning with the last verse and became quite healing for me personally.  I've enjoyed being asked to sing this song in churches, as it is about Jesus.

Lyrics

Chorus:

Believe in me

Believe in me

Restful hearts I’ll gently make,

If you believe in me.

 

Verse:

He told her how his life had changed

The willow and the whip.

And how he heard he who came

Upon that Gospel ship say,

 

Chorus

 

Verse:

Who he’d been, a long time ago,

He’d nothing left to lose.

So he gave the Seed of Righteousness

His heart with which to prove, when he heard,

 

Chorus

 

Verse:

You may think you’re terrible,

That there’s no good in you.

But let your self be loved by God,

You’ve been forgiven, too.

 

Chorus

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza: vocals  Bob Willoughby: piano  Grant Cuthbertson: bass   Teal Brown: drums

 

So I worked at a silent retreat center in Spring Creek, NC for a summer as the kitchen manager.  I was headed down the mountain toward Hot Springs, on the curvy, wooded 209, when I met a wild turkey on the road.  Not an unusual occurrence, but this time, I started singing to it.  After the party, I drove home to Asheville and the rest of the song was written.  Whenever I run into a wild turkey, I do my best to pull over and sing (at least a couple bars) of this song. They never seem to mind.

Lyrics

Wild Turkey, whatcha doing?

You flap your wings all day.

Wild Turkey, ain’t you leaving?

Standing there you getting in my way.

 

Wild Turkey, you done spent

The last of my good sense

So Wild Turkey, take your damn crooning

Over somebody else’s fence.

 

Chorus:

 

Cause you a Wild Turkey flying low and so

I’m asking you to get on out,

Done been your time to go.

You a Wild Turkey, gobbling up my food

I been as sweet as pie to you

But I ain’t nobody’s fool.

 

Verse

 

Wild Turkey, I been dreaming

Bout some peace in this old head

Wild Turkey, what are you scheming?

Ain’t no way you getting in my bed.

 

And Listen Turkey, whatcha doing?

You flap your wings all day?

Wild Turkey, weren’t you leaving?

You might be dinner, if you stay.

 

Chorus

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza: vocals and banjo  Drew Heller: guitar   Dave Pransky: bass   Justin Perkins: drums

 

This might as well be my theme song.  After this first album, I made a record of fast songs about being tired and then thought more deeply about Slow Down.  I need this song, as I do 'get going fast.'  Don't we all?

Lyrics

Slow Down, listen to the wind

Give it some time, it will tell you your mind

Slow down, listen to the wind

Wait with your heart and you’ll move right from the start

 

I get going fast

Sweat slides off of me as I move past

Sometimes my feet won’t touch ground

I lose what I got, I lose what I found

 

Slow Down, listen to the wind

Give it some time, it will tell you your mind

Slow down, listen to the wind

Wait with your heart and you’ll move right from the start

 

We’re taught to run

We’re taught to race

To make our lifelong plans at a high speed pace

Turn yourself into a drill, get you through the walls

And up and over the hill

 

Slow Down, listen to the wind

Give it some time, it will tell you your mind

Slow down, listen to the wind

Wait with your heart and you’ll move right from the start

 

Where you trying to get to?

What’s your heart saying you really want to do?

Give yourself time to know

You’ll go with the wind and not against the flow