Live at the Red Devil Lounge
by annie bacon & her OSHEN
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My my my
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But there is the thought
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Rena Lee
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Oh, Sadness
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To my daughter
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Your mama
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about
The Thursday night before Christmas Eve; Christmas Eve Eve. We only confirmed the show a few days before, and had no idea whether anyone would come. The opening band never showed and at 9:30p the place was like an abandoned warehouse.
But in the hour before our set, about 50 people showed up and snuggled up close to the stage beaming sweet faces, and I knew it was going to be a good one. The kind of night you're glad you brought the recording gear.
Our bassist Cristian Hernandez had the foresight, knowing that any set with both James Nash and Savannah Jo Lack playing should really be captured for posterity if nothing else.
The beauty of people like James Nash and Savannah Jo Lack are that their mastery uplifts you, which works even better when your rhythm section is like a titanium brick house.
I was buzzing with excitement through this whole set, and am so pleased with how well the recording turned out.
Most of these songs will be appearing on our upcoming, in-process album which will be released in late Spring of 2011.
But in the hour before our set, about 50 people showed up and snuggled up close to the stage beaming sweet faces, and I knew it was going to be a good one. The kind of night you're glad you brought the recording gear.
Our bassist Cristian Hernandez had the foresight, knowing that any set with both James Nash and Savannah Jo Lack playing should really be captured for posterity if nothing else.
The beauty of people like James Nash and Savannah Jo Lack are that their mastery uplifts you, which works even better when your rhythm section is like a titanium brick house.
I was buzzing with excitement through this whole set, and am so pleased with how well the recording turned out.
Most of these songs will be appearing on our upcoming, in-process album which will be released in late Spring of 2011.
credits
released 01 February 2011
Annie Bacon, vocals, guitar
James Nash, lead guitar
Savannah Jo Lack, violin
Cristian Hernandez, bass
Arthur McConnell, drums
All songs written by Annie Bacon (ASCAP)
Recorded Live at the Red Devil Lounge
December 23rd, 2010 in San Francisco, California
Mixed & Mastered by Cristian Hernandez
At The Tower Studios
Cover art by Christopher Ross of Arrowpoint Design
Annie Bacon, vocals, guitar
James Nash, lead guitar
Savannah Jo Lack, violin
Cristian Hernandez, bass
Arthur McConnell, drums
All songs written by Annie Bacon (ASCAP)
Recorded Live at the Red Devil Lounge
December 23rd, 2010 in San Francisco, California
Mixed & Mastered by Cristian Hernandez
At The Tower Studios
Cover art by Christopher Ross of Arrowpoint Design
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Annie Bacon writes sad songs in the major key.
She is backed by the OSHEN - drummer
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Art McConnell, bassist Cristian Hernandez, and a rotating cast of local San Francisco talent including James Nash (The Waybacks), Henry Nagle (Emily Jane White) and Elizabeth Greenblatt (The Folk Opera).
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- Track Name: My my my
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My my my, there is no reason here
It's clear I'm not myself, but am I someone else?
My my my, there is no child to bear
Where did that longing go? What if I never know?
My my my my my, I don't understand at all
Call this what you will, I could be dangerous
How could I have thought of this?
Walking through sadness, I will protect myself
The world demands so much, I will protect myself
I will protect myself
My my my, you smile from some time else
But you are probably me. I'll probably be okay
(c) annie bacon - Track Name: But there is the thought
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Wind, or rain?
Blowing blustering round
Deep sounds, around city blocks
There are wet tires on Jones Street
Loud sounds of engines firing
Isolated, lonely sounds
Barely outlining the space around my bed
Where I lay my head
The thought is a feeling
The feeling is a lack of feeling
The feeling that it's impossible
To touch this feeling
To be touched at all
But there is the thought
But there is the thought
The feeling's probably not
The feeling's probably not
The whole story.
(c) annie bacon - Track Name: A pounding corps of drummers
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His silence is a pounding corps of drummers
That follows me
I duck into the shade of a cottonwood tree
Whose leathery leaves are slapping in the wind
And I almost forget those other spaces
And empty places
Til like dusk, or dark, rainclouds,
His silence darkens
And then the pounding begins again
I find my solace alone, in my bed
Around my head I position four pillows
But my head rests only against the mattress
Or on the crook of my arm
That way I'll never lay accidentally
Across even a rivulet of his fragrance
Or even one eyelash
He finds his solace against my sobbing
Between a woman's hair and neck
He buries himself in her hands
So he cannot see me
Cowering beneath the goose down
He's never coming back to me
And if he did I'd turn the drummers back on him
And walk away
(c) annie bacon - Track Name: Rena Lee
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Rena Lee, please call me
Rena Lee, come home tonight
Rena Lee, let's marry
Rena Lee, let's not fight, oh please
Bill, your heart is broken
Is that what you really want Bill?
I can't come home tonight, you know.
Rena I love you
You broke my heart
Bill, you know I wanted to stay
But life doesn't work quite that way
Someone else had plans for me
When he took my life away
Oh, Rena I love you
He broke my heart
Now I wander the streets without
I always will
(c) annie bacon - Track Name: Oh, Sadness
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Oh, Sadness
Are you trying to woo me?
Away from the one who loves me
Oh, Sadness
Relentlessly you pursue me
Did I make a promise and forget?
You know I'm not the type of girl who
Would deliberately mislead you
Oh, Sadness
The reasons are plenty
Oh the passion is gone
And I'm not getting what I need
Oh, Sadness
The end is upon us
I'm dismantling your
Raison d'etre on my shore
(c) annie bacon - Track Name: To my daughter
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I saw you in the yard
With the scissors at your arm
And I know it must be hard
Not knowing where it comes from
Not knowing why it hurts
Why you cry all the time
You are from me, you are mine
So maybe I should tell you
About the time that came before you
The women in your line
You carry their pain
You carry mine
You come from Ireland
Where the grass grows green and thick
Where women make a life
Of growing old inside their hunger
Being told to ignore
The loss of all that's torn asunder
Our people starved and struggled
We lost our language and our land
And though we crossed the wide Atlantic
The demons of our lost ways
Hitched a ride
Turned the tide
To drown our sorrows even deeper
And all your mothers, all of us
We faced a living death
Our babies were gone
A pain so deep it makes it hard to breath
To keep pushing on, and they said
"Come now, the past is gone"
These pains are yours as well
These pains are yours as well
You will carry them forward
I see it now
I see you suffering from a pain
You can't explain
But I see other things too
I see you carrying music in the spirit of them all
I see your love of language
I see how words are your wide thighs
How they hold up your house
You have so many questions
You'll know so much more than I
And though I cannot tell you everything
I can say, I know, in time
All of this will be okay
I can say, I know, in time
All of this will be okay
(c) annie bacon - Track Name: If you don't make up your mind
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If you don't make up your mind
I will go out of mine
And I will leave you, faster than you can say again
What you may or may not do
If you won't come back to me
I'll be alright, wait and see
It won't be the first time, and god knows
It won't be the last time
It was a wet, fat, heavy one falling
Late December and moving fast
Passing seconds turn to years
And these fantasies never last
So you decide if you're out or in
We were outside, the grass was wet
It may have rained that day
And I was wearing
My "famous blue raincoat"
You were smoking a cigarette
Talking of Gabriel Garcia Marquez
And watching me sideways
While you talked to Jonah
It was a wet, fat, heavy one falling
Late December and moving fast
Passing seconds turn to year
And these fantasies never last
So you decide if you're out or in
Your eyelashes
Slender planks I walk them like a fool
The deep end
I can't swim at this end of the pool
I jumped in
I thought that you were jumping too
Now if you don't make up your mind
I will go out of mine
And I will leave you, faster than you can say again
What you may or may not do
(c) annie bacon - Track Name: There should be a trophy for this
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It's the same, every time, every place, everywhere
I am fine, works on time, no need to complain
Then one day I wake and there's
No ground beneath my feet
On their sticks, on a stage, spinning plates, can't keep up
Though I race all around, the plates come crashing down
And the sound, the fear of
Breaking at whispers
I'm so tired (so tired)
And wondering
Who's gonna hire me next?
And how much (how much?)
Will they need to know?
And how deep (how deep?)
Will their searches go?
If it's this hard to get to 30, jesus christ,
There should be a trophy for this
Carrying this fear . . .
But I always make it through
I always make it through - Track Name: Your mama
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Your mama came to my house last night
She was completely naked and full of fright
And your daddy came to my house last night too
They asked how long should they stay?
I said "I don't care if you never go away"
Your sister came to my house last night
Crying about some man
The man, he came to my house last night too
Crying about you
They asked how long should they stay?
I said "I don't care if you never go away"
By the time that your brother arrived
And found your family on the couch
All curled and huddled in a cuddling puddle
The winter sun was peeking out
Jesus came to my house last night
I said "no thank you, sir, I'm doing alright"
He said "please! please! I need somewhere to go"
Said "I've been running all night, and I run too slow"
He asked how long should he stay
I said "stay all night if you're gonna play nice"
(c) annie bacon
