Little Annie: VOICE

 

Paul Wallfisch:

PIANO, WURLITZER, ORGAN, GUITAR,

BASS, BACKING VOCALS:

with…

Isle of Weeping Ladies

lap steel: Kristof Hahn

drums: Jim White

 

Shadow of Your Smile *

guitar: Oren Bloedow

bass: Jason Dimatteo

strings: PW

 

Sometimes You Fall

guitar: Ronny Drayton

drums: Jim White

 

Price of the Blues

guitars: Oren Bloedow &

Kid Congo Powers

2nd Voice: Kid Congo

trombone: Dave “Smoota” Smith

trumpet: Martin Wenk

drums: Brian Viglione

The Soul of August

additional guitars: Ronny Drayton,

Roman Casper Wallfisch

drums: Jim White

 

Dead Man Singing ∞

guitar: Kid Congo Powers

choir, strings & harmonium: PW

 

Shipbuilding §

guitar: Kid Congo Powers

stratus synth: PW

 

Thursday

choir: PW

 

Swamp Sexy

guitars: Roman Casper Wallfisch

percussion, programming & samples: PW

 

Lie

drums: Jim White

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LYRICS:

ISLE OF WEEPING LADIES

 

Sharing that first cigarette 

You impressed with an intellect 

You're handsome face  betrayed 

That you possess

When you came out with the line

it’s by our pain we are defined

Didn't know back then

You’d define me to pulp 

And now I'm the greatest gal 

You never had 

I’ll always be the greatest gal

You never had 

suburban Casanova 

Silver fox in a Toyota 

Going back to 

make the ladies weep  

Too the place where ladies weep

But that's way it goes 

Blowing hot and cold 

and cruel again 

Ain't  nothing new 

Ain't nothing  we’ve seen  it before 

Ain't nothing new at all

Could 

Johnny - walkered myself 

Into a wall 

While Jim beam stole my purse 

But that's not what 

Transpired 

After All

Blowing hot and cold and cruel again

You're off too make the ladies weep 

The place where ladies weep

Still I'm the greatest gal 

You'll never have 

PRICE OF THE BLUES

 

WHAT DO YOU GET FOR SINGING THE BLUES

SOME SAMPLE SHAMPOOS AND A CAVITY SEARCH

RACCOON EYES SMEARED WITH CROCODILE TEARS

AFTERNOON BOUTS OF INEXPLICABLE FEARS

PROVINCIAL EYE STARES FROM PERPETUAL STRANGERS

WORN AT THE HEEL - EXPONENTIALLY OLDER

SLOPPY GOODBYES AND TRUCK STOP HANGOVERS

THE EMOTIONAL RANGE OF A TORTURED TEENAGER

 

OH HOW I CRIED, BEAT MY BREAST THOUGHT I’D DIE

TOOK TO MY BED THAT DAY, WHEN YOU SLITHERED AWAY

BIT MY LIP TIL IT BLED

BUT SURVIVED ANYWAY -OK

AND OK BE OK I GUESS

AND OK BE OK I GUESS

AND OK BE OK I GUESS

YES IM WORKING BLUE- OH MY LITTLE BROKEN HEART BE SO BLUE

YES I’M WORKIN BLUE, OH MY LITTLE BROKEN HEART

 

BE SO BLUE

 

A  JAIL HOUSE TATTOO AND DISPOSABLE RAZORS

A CRACKED RIB OR TWO- RE-MORTGAGED FUTURE

A DRINK ON THE HOUSE WITH A TWIST OF RESENTMENT

BEGRUDGINGLY SERVED BY A BARMAID WHO HATES YOU

A POCKET FULL OF NUMBERS ON CRUMBLED UP PAPER

SCRAWLED IN THE BLOOD OF PEOPLE NOT QUITE REMEMBERED

A BRUSH WITH THE LAW AND A BUST IN THE JAW

A MOUTH FULL OF A DIRT AND THAT DONT TASTE GOOD

 

CHORUS

 

BE SO BLUE

 

instrumental

 

THE HURT WAS INSANE WHEN YOU LODGED IN MY BRAIN 

LIKE A TUMOR OF PAIN

BUT TIME MARCHES ON AND NOW YOUR A SONG 

A DULL PHANTOM ACHE NOW AND THEN-

THOUGH THE MELODIES WRONG

WE  ALL KNOW THE SONG 

 

MY POOR BROKEN HEART BE BLUE OH SO BLUE

LOOK AT ME YOU SEE IM WORKING BLUE-

SOMETIMES YOU FALL

 

Left to bruise 

But then be awed at 

Just how much you can bare 

You may grasp divinity 

You may catch (a) cold 

Or find yourself 

 

forgetting all, then sometimes you fall 

Sometimes you fall 

Don't mean nothing at all 

To only fall

 

God’s, sweet breath, may blow 

You ever gently up that hill 

Or possibly you'll wonder, out loud 

 

Who pocketed your hope 

 

Take an Olympic leap of faith 

Or rip toe on the ledge 

Sing out loud in public places 

Suppress a silent scream 

Find the deck is loaded 

And find your gun is not 

Become the corner sage 

 

Houdini you, or you may fall 

Sometimes you fall 

No other option at all 

Sometimes you fall … 

SOUL OF AUGUST

 

Wish we had time to take in the scenery

But guess we gotta get gone

Make us some miles before the sun gets to violent

Yes it’s time we get gone

Waters are rising the temperatures rising 

The animals have already fled-but soon

Madly we'll dance on the beach -like Zorba 

Dance till the grief falls away

Unadorned, unashamed and unburdened

before our creator- we'll collapse in the sand

In waters divine - we'll shed our skins 

But till then 

 

Be wise my darling but please don't be kind

Cause in the presence of gentle we'll both loose our minds 

For if we surrender to tender we'll crumble 

Just a faint brush beauty will kill us now 

 

I like a road trip -do you like a road trip 

Be great to get the hell out of here

Steal us a car - and drive it so far away

Can't wait to get the hell outta here

Half the worlds drowning the other halves burning 

It's a wonder there is weather at all

Soon we be free of of the noise and the rhetoric

Despots and Fools in myopic utopias 

soon we' be blissfully tired like children before

our Creator we'll rest in the sand 

Gently and lovingly - made whole again 

But till then 

 

(CHORUS)

THURSDAY

 

Sometimes a Thursday can feel like a Sunday 

But not the other way around

 

Do with that revelation what you may

Sometimes you can hit the mattresses 

Or you can hit the bar

 

The shady one around the corner 

Where they don't know who you are

 

You may wield a bible or conceal a knife 

Sometimes there’s no winners in the casino of your life

 

You may need to call a doctor find yourself a priest 

Leave your better self at home and score some light relief 

 

You may stumble into something magical and new 

So wonderfully enchanting that you won't believe it's true 

 

You may get the calling while you're waiting for that call

 

You may wield a bible or conceal a knife 

Sometimes there’s no winners in the casino of your life 

 

You may have to run to someplace lest the place run over you 

You may have a million options and none of them are good

 

or scream out for a hero and find that hero’s you

Take a dive or take a punch even though there’s no place to go

 

Sometimes a Thursday can feel like a Sunday 

 

You may wield a bible or conceal a knife 

Sometimes there’s no winners in the casino of your life 

LIE

 

Worry not Beauty you 

The clips removed and truth be told 

It's rarely ever loaded anyway 

To put your mind at ease 

I’ll leave it on your dresser 

By the lamp that glares oppressively 

But that's ok 

How long I've longed for this 

To hang my sackcloth 

From your bedpost 

And, sweat an ashy shroud

Leaving you my shadow  

On your clean if weathered sheets 

As a souvenir to store away 

For rainy days to tether you 

Those time you fear you'll float away 

Lest you float away 

it’ll kill me If you float away 

 

Please lie to me and lie with me

The truth is not always what it’s cracked up to be

When did we start living so damn cautiously?

Sometimes I get so tired of being better than I am

Are you maybe tired too

 

It's so not fair your miseries 

Have chilled you so handsomely

While my own just, made me blurry 

But I shan't complain a s neither of us 

Thought we live to see worries 

So pedestrian 

Yet here we are again miraculously 

Here we are again, Here we are again

 

(CHORUS)

 

What a pair 

We still ain't got no game 

Do we dear, Do we dear

What a pair, we still ain't got no game 

Do we dear, but yet we're here again 

Here again

 

Wouldn't call us star crossed 

As I doubt between us we’ve got two stars left 

To rub together, even if we could 

Danced the dance for decades 

Awkwardly, as it may be asynchronously 

Harmonic in our madness

Like trees reveal their Age only when 

Assaulted by an axe 

we could count our felonies 

Concentric tattooed rings 

tales of things we broke by accident 

Along the way and here we are again

parting in the dusty dusk -  again