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Bandcamp, iTunes and Goldenrod All songs written by Jamie Anderson. She also produced this release and ate copious amounts of dark chocolate. Front and back photos by Janice Rickert. Band photo on back by Woodland Willow Photography. Design by Sally Rogers Devine at Red Horse Graphics. Mastering by Charlie Pilzer at Airshow. Many thanks to Linda M. Betzer (in loving memory of Candace A. Prebil), Tracy Boland and Deb Quentel, BJ Burch, Robin D. Gelman, Patrice Huettl, Cheryl Hruby, Pat Laberge, Brandie Mann, Bonnie Maxwell and Crystal Henry, Sue Norton-Scott and Will Scott, Connie Russell, Cynthia Stranis, and Martha Young.January
Recorded at Hollow Reed Arts, Asheville, NC, by Chris Rosser
Jamie, guitar and vocal; River Guerguerian, percussion; Chris Rosser, keyboards; Eliot Wadopian, acoustic bass
January, outside it’s gray
I found something I forgot I put away
A note from you, so long ago
You said I’m sorry but I don’t know
Outside it starts to snow
I’m holding tight ’till I can let go
The hurt is there under my skin
Keeps anyone from coming in
I close my eyes to winter dark
I wrap a cloak around my heart
Outside it still snows
I’m holding tight ’till I can let go
I light a candle for you and me
And think about how it used to be
I miss your smile and those summer nights
I bring the note close to the light
The flame flickers and grows
The ashes fall
I’m letting go
I’m letting go
� 2009 Jamie Anderson (BMI)
Public Radio
Recorded at Hollow Reed Arts, Asheville, NC by Chris Rosser
Jamie, guitar and vocals; River Guerguerian, percussion; Chris Rosser, keyboards; Eliot Wadopian, bass
Written as an assignment from the nice folks at WUWF’s Radio Live in Pensacola, Florida.
Better than chocolate, better than a hug
Better than kittens and other mushy stuff
It’s better than ice cream on a summer day
Better than the Detroit Lions finally winning a game
Chorus:
I think you should know, I’m talking ’bout public radio
So send them some dough, public radio
Because they give you great shows
Public radio
It’s better than finding comfortable foot wear
It’s better than scratching an itch down there
It’s better than bald guys suddenly growing hair
It’s better than J Lo in sexy underwear (to chorus)
Some people turn on their radio dial
No check, no cash, they just smile
They think it’s free, if that was true, this is what you’d hear
So let me make this clear (to chorus)
If you can stand just one more plea
It’s the only place you’ll hear someone like me
I’m better than Brittany Spears, thanks for taking a chance
I may be 52 but I look good in tight pants
But how would you know? It’s radio (to chorus)
2007 Jamie Anderson (BMI)My Dad Loves to Sing
Recorded at The North Bend Room, Wilmington, NC by Karen Kane
Jamie, guitar and vocals; Kara Barnard, mandolin; Hollis Brown, violin; Lou Newman, bass
Booming voice as he strums the strings
When I was a kid he was embarrassing
Yeah, that’s my dad I’d mumble
And he loves to sing
My dad loves to sing old country songs
You can’t help but sing along
My dad loves to sing
At parties or his favorite bar
Surrounded by friends, he’d play the guitar
Funny songs he wrote himself
In his element, it was easy to tell (that)
My dad loves to sing old country songs
You can’t help but sing along
My dad loves to sing
Got a phone call late one night
My brother said you better catch the next flight
The hospital let us bring instruments in
Acoustic guitar and mandolin
Like he taught us we sang funny songs
He opened his mouth, he couldn’t sing along
He gets around now, doesn’t go very far
His left hand’s too weak to play the guitar
Last week when he thought that no one could hear
To Buck Owens on the TV he sang soft and clear (’cause)
My dad loves to sing old country songs
You can’t help but sing along
My dad loves to sing
� 2007 Jamie Anderson (BMI)
Her Problem Now
Recorded at The North Bend Room by Karen Kane
Jamie, guitar and vocals; Hollis Brown, violin; Kimberly Kornegay, vocals; Lou Newman, bass; Chris Rosser, keyboards
Angry words, slamming doors,
All you did I wasn’t sure what for
I’m not sorry I left
Glad to go and how
You’ve got a new lover
You’re her problem now
There were times you were kind
But then you’d turn on me
What was on your mind?
That was quite a show
Go on take a bow
There’ll be no applause from me
You’re her problem now
Her problem now
I don’t have to fake it
Her problem now
I don’t have to take it
For me, there is no regret
I’ve got my self-respect
You’re her problem now
I thought you needed therapy
You said the problem was me
Maybe so, I’ll claim my share
Truthfully, right now I don’t care
You’re her problem now
Her problem now
I don’t have to fake it
Her problem now
I don’t have to take it
For me, there is no regret
I’ve got my self-respect
You’re her problem now
� 2000 Jamie Anderson (BMI)
Ghost Song
Recorded at The North Bend Room by Karen Kane
Jamie, guitar and vocal; Hollis Brown, violin; Kimberly Kornegay, vocals
Written after staying in an apartment furnished with antiques including a wind-up record player with a battered 78 of “Wild Irish Rose” laying beside it.
Sweet scent of roses, the oak floor creaks
Shadows on the high tin ceiling, a fiddle weeps
Through the open window, pale moonlight
Ghostly dancers at midnight
Rustle of crinoline, a silky white dress
Twirling around, across the floor they step
The faintest smile plays upon their lips
They lean closer in a kiss
Sweet scent of roses, the oak floor creaks
Shadows on the high tin ceiling, a fiddle weeps
Through the open window, pale moonlight
Ghostly dancers at midnight
Her sweetheart died beneath her father’s knife
She felt such sorrow, she took her life
They threw her lover into an unmarked grave
They find each other when the fiddle starts to play
If you look closely you’ll see a woman’s form
Through suit and trousers, creased and worn
Her father’s anger could not keep them apart
Still they dance to the beating of their hearts
Sweet scent of roses, the oak floor creaks
Shadows on the high tin ceiling, a fiddle weeps
Through the open window, pale moonlight
Reveals two women, at midnight
�2008 Jamie Anderson (BMI)