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 notes: Released: 2007   Produced by: Mike Alexander, Danny Kadar and Eliza Lynn   Recorded and Mixed by Danny Kadar   Additional engineering by Julian Dreyer   Assistant engineers: Evan Bradford and Jon Ashley   Mastering by Will Quinell

 

Eliza: vocals   Mike Alexander: bass and electric guitars   Sean Foley: hammond B3   Molly Reed and Eleanor Underhill: harmony vocals   Ian Cunningham: drums

 

I feel like this song is the essence of this CD.

Lyrics

We were sitting in a circle and everybody was happy.  Then he asked me to sing, and I said, “Who, me?”  And everybody got up and left and I was all alone.  But still I sang, still I sang.  She gets up before the sunrise.  She walks alone for exercise.  She more than carries her weight, hers is a heavy gait.  People laugh and point at her and they call her nasty names, but she walks on.  She walks on.  We are moving on, the wind is strong, but we can’t back down.  We have found our way and you can say what you want to say.  We are still moving on.  He may never find his way home, to the boy that he had been.  The one surrounded by his friends, where the party’d never end.  Time has shaken his confidence in the reality he knew.  But he’ll talk to you, quietly, he’ll talk to you.

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza: vocals   Mike Alexander: bass    Sean Foley: hammond B3   Woody Wood: guitar   Stephanie Morgan: harmony vocals    Mike Rhodes: drums

 

At one point, this song was supposed to be a country ballad.  At one point, we played it slowly with accordion.  This version came after Danny said that he thought it was time for us all to have a shot of whisky.

Lyrics

You made me hold my breath – not cause I was excited.  You made me hold my tongue, but more than words departed.  I tried to walk your walk, but my legs were too short.  When I tried to talk your talk, meaning flew out the door.  Cause you never did like me.  You just kept me around, hanging on your crown.  You never did know me, but how can we know what someone else won’t show?  I used to wonder why we were so lopsided.  You got my sweetest side, in you I confided.  But you kept your walls up high – still I tried to climb them.  And I let your rules decide which parts I’d hide.  And I could have gone on, through my life just giving you power over me.  But then I’d have left me far behind us.  And where on this earth then, would I be?  I stayed with you too long, holding my breath tight.  And I followed you too far, trying to be who you might like.  I’m going to walk my walk, and not let anyone else say how I should talk my talk.  I won’t give it all away!  Cause you never did like me.  So why did I stay with you treating me that way?  I must not have liked me, but I sure do now and I know what my heart will allow.

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza: vocals and banjo   Mike Alexander: bass and Moog   Mike Rhodes: drums

 

This story, told from the perspective of a gambling man, is one that just came out of my first banjo – a Conrad banjo – so I call the gambler Conrad.  The arrangement for this song was initially just me on banjo, but Danny had an idea for putting a hip-hop drum loop behind it.  After listening to that combo for awhile, Mike wrote the Sade sounding bass line, bridging the divide between the crooked banjo tune and the drums.

Lyrics

Well I ain’t got no cards to flash outta my hand- it’s all going with him, he’s a winning man.  I came here back when I was young and fast, with that sweet hearted woman, they said it wouldn’t last.  But my time has come.  I’ve bet and lost, but on her, I’ve won.  I’ve spent many nights my head bowed down low, if chance ain’t going my way, there’s nothing I don’t owe.  I’ve gained riches mighty in one single spin, but the laughter of fortune would take it all again.  What do you say when it’s all been done?  Love’ll come and get you off the run.  How do you know what you’ve got is what you want? The only thing you’d wish for is another dawn.

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza: vocals and acoustic guitar   Mike Alexander: bass    Sean Foley: hammond B3 and piano   Jon Corbin: guitar   Jill Fromewick: harmonica    Woody Wood: harmony vocals   Ian Cunningham: drums    Mike Rhodes: tambourine

 

Depressed – deep rest – they sound alike.  That was how this song began.  It stayed in a half finished form for awhile til I found my choice in the matter – then the song finished itself effortlessly.

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How many times can I pick myself up?  How many times can I say, “I’m ok?”  How many times can I trudge through the day, when I feel like my work never goes away?  Why do I choose to live this way?  My daddy says I am depressed, just like he always does.  And he may be right, but I say I need rest.  Rest, deep rest, I need deep rest.  I am not depressed, I just need rest.  It’s in your eyes – I can see it in you.  You’re tired, you’re just like me.  Is this the way that life has to be?  Stress and strife run circles round your life.  When it’s time to bail, you chase your tail.  Now I ain’t saying that life ain’t hard – just the way it is.  But this tangle that I have got myself in didn’t come from you or her or him.  I made the mess that I’m in.

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza: vocals and acoustic guitar   Mike Alexander: bass    Sean Foley: piano   Jon Corbin: electric guitar   Ian Cunningham: drums

 

Well, here I am singing angrily about other people singing angrily.  Hmmm.  I started writing this song in May of 2005 driving through Virginia, listening to the radio.  Dan Lewis helped me to finish the chorus, and so, named the song.

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A country station is playing a song of vengeance, riding on patriotic hate.  The words make me sober, and I hope no children are listening.  I don’t claim the nation that they come from.  The country they sing of sounds like an angry drunkard – blinded and happy on his drug.  A bully, he threatens, distorting the name of freedom.  I don’t claim the nation that they come from.  It’s been years now, since we all stood silent and everyday, the radio brings more bad news.  We’ve been baited and lied to, and I stand here shaking, well what am I to do, but sing the intolerance blues.  The country we come from has made its face all dirty, but wears a mask of liberty.  And you who wag your fingers and pound your fist in hatred have turned your back on what the world can see.  The pillars of our nation were built on deep oppression, as righteous as our founders meant to be.  Our leaders are now singing in four part hypocrisy – modeling a sad democracy.

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza: vocals and banjo   Mike Alexander: bass   Jon Corbin: guitar

 

This is another song whose tune came out of the banjo.  It was inspired by events in my community and embellished with my imagination.

Lyrics

Bound, she’s gone, and where’d she go?  You ask me so, but I don’t know.  Time went by and things got stuck, she traded you for all her luck.  Say you gonna follow her, make your tracks in snow and fur.  Well, I ain’t gonna block your way, cause I know where you’ll be Saturday.  Another who thinks she will wed, will lay her head across your bed.  It’s your soul who’s up and gone, it’s you who’s run your wealth to pawn.  What you done?  She’s gone and run.  And you won’t find her under the sun.  I ain’t gonna block your way, you dug your hole, now down you lay.  Say a prayer, make a start, it’s just the devil that’s got your heart.

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza: vocals    Mike Alexander: bass    Sean Foley: piano   Jon Corbin: guitar   Ian Cunningham: drums

 

This is a real story.  I was so disoriented – it took me quite some time to realize what was happening….

Lyrics

You just stared at me, in the middle of the night, with the light on.  You just stared at me, in the middle of the night as I knocked on the window pane.  You just stared at me, in the middle of the night, with the light on.  Five in the morning, I woke with a start – someone on my porch.  Did I lock out my roommate, was she outside, standing on the porch?  I stumbled to the door and I looked outside, but the sleep in my eyes took a minute for me to find you.  I turned on the light – you picked up your head.  You were calm and cool.  You looked at me as I looked at you – neither one a fool.  Then you broke my gaze and dropped your eye.  In your big, black coat, you turned your back on me.  I wasn’t scared, no, I didn’t shake, until I pounded on that glass.  Then I realized that your powerful claws could get into more than my trash.  So I went to bed, I just left you there.  Thanks for your visit, Mr. Big Black Bear.

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records) and Mike Alexander

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Eliza: vocals   Mike Alexander: bass and electric guitars     Sean Foley: Rhodes   Jerome Widenhouse: trumpet    Stephanie Morgan: backing vocals    Mike Rhodes: drums and percussion

This is one of those songs where I say, “you,” in a sort of instructional way towards myself.

Lyrics

You don’t know when it comes, cause it’s here before you’re ready.  But if you walk it out the door, you’ll be begging it back on your knees.  So get on up now, honey.  Get yourself up now, honey.  Rise up, now, honey, and don’t walk it out the door.  It’s just a flash in the eye, a second before you say goodbye.  And there may be no way to know, but the time seems right, so here, let’s go. And sign up now, honey, sign yourself up now, honey.  Rise up now, honey, and don’t walk it out the door.  Cause it may not come again in your lifetime and it may not come again with your eyes wide.  So notice yourself and see where you are – the opportunity may not be far away.  Get on up now – Far away – Rise up now – Far away – Get on up – It may not be far away.

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza: vocals   Mike Alexander: bass   Sean Foley: piano   Jerome Widenhouse: trumpet    Earl Sachais: trombone    Mike Rhodes: drums

 

The sentiment in this song was probably unconsciously inspired by a song I loved as a child called Boney Fingers:  “Work your fingers to the bone, what do you get?  Boney fingers, boney fingers.”

Lyrics

Puddin’ Pie, Puddin’ Pie, who you gonna listen to, by and by?  Puddin’ Pie, Puddin’ Pie, you work yourself to death, all you gonna do is die.  Scoot yourself off the edge and get the water splashed all around your head.  Cause mark my words, there’s a glory girl, who’s waiting just to flap herself around the world.  Puddin’ Pie, Puddin’ Pie, what makes you work all the day and all the night?  Puddin’ Pie, Puddin’ Pie, is it your love of life or are you bound in fright?  Scoot yourself off the edge and give yourself a day just to lay in bed.  You work so hard, you’ll run out of steam and then what will you have but just a broken dream?

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records) and Mike Alexander

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Eliza: vocals    Mike Alexander: bass    Sean Foley: piano   Tom Leiner: guitar   Jill Fromewick: harmonica    Stephanie Morgan: backing vocals    Mike Rhodes: drums and percussion

 

I started writing this song just to have a simple chord structure to begin teaching myself how to improvise on guitar.  But I needed words, and when they came, I didn’t try to make them fancy.  I got about half way, and one day Mike was driving around and wrote about six verses for me to choose from to finish the song.  I love the open energy he brought to the song.

Lyrics

O, they’re weary.  O, they’re tired.  O, they have tried to get their wheels pulled out of the mire.  They’ve had trouble since the day they could walk.  Trouble it came to the door, and then, trouble talked.  And said, “You’ll have it hard.  If the bridge ain’t broke, then the walls are in your face.  And the tide, O, the tide is coming strong.  This earth, for you, is a hard damn place.”  Life stacks the odds.  It’s not easy to tell who’s living here in earth in some kind of heaven, and who’s living in hell.  O, they’re weary.  They might be you, I might be them and they might be me, too.  Many’s the day we have stood tall and shouldered the burden when we felt so small.  Now you know that it’s gonna be ok, cause this too will pass.  Take those helping hands that reach out, that reach out when you ask.  And when you’re weary, when you don’t know what to do – you can call me up or come on down and I’ll be kind to you.  Just keep moving, one step at a time.  I am your loving friend, just as sure as you are mine.

 

PS. This song has acquired one more verse since we recorded it:

 

And if you find that you need a hand to hold, reach down and help me up, you can lighten up my load.  We can reach out, we can grab on, we can lead hand in hand.  Reach out, grab on, if you’re weary, take my hand!

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza: vocals and guitar   Mike Alexander: bass    Jill Fromewick: harmonica    Mike Rhodes: drums

 

This is the very first song I started writing.  I say, “started writing,” because I started and finished a whole bunch of songs in the four years it took me to write this epic.

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Well I gotta wake up, gotta wake up, wake up, wake up.  Gotta wake up, gotta wake up, I’m going down the road.  Down, down to my sisters.  Leaving the mountains – the stretch is flat, the stretch is wide, I’ll keep my eye here as they whiz on by.  The sun’s in my eyes - I got the breeze on my cheek.  It’s Friday afternoon and I been looking forward to this all week.  I’m 80 miles away – I’m on the north east Georgia tip.  And if these crazy drivers would just slow down – it’d be a nice little road trip.

written by Eliza Lynn (Civility Records)

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Eliza: vocals   Mike Alexander: bass    Sean Foley: piano   Jon Corbin: guitar   Ian Cunningham: drums

 

Writing this song was a very tangible way for me to process some things I was wondering about.  I deeply believe in visioning, but at some point, my daydream life was overtaking my consciousness. 

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A valley ahead, you think it might be a paradise, a haven from your misery.  The road is steep, curves left and right, you see a gap up ahead and it’s bright as sunlight.  Your mind races on and makes believe and soon it’s hard to find a place called reality.  You’re happy as sin, you’ve found a new home – but where the hell are you my friend if you just go there alone?  A dream is precious, don’t get me wrong.  And it’ll lead to different destinations – keep your eye always on the road.  Well, here it comes, that welcoming sign.  You’ve finally made it to the place that dominated your mind.  And, yes, it’s true, those miles have passed.  But now you’re here you can relax and be happy at last.  What’s that you say?  That you’re going away?  The dream ahead is so much better than the dream today?  Well, here’s to you.  Go well, my friend.  On down this road that we love, may we meet again.