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
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