B i o g r a p h y
 (by Official site)

Titling her third album Sweet Heart Rodeo might appear a calculated risk but singer-songwriter Dawn Landes, Kentucky-born and Brooklyn-based, swears she didn't have the Byrds' pioneering 1968 country-rock classic "Sweetheart of the Rodeo" in mind. Instead she was thinking of her great-grandmother's beau, a young man who ran away to join the rodeo during the Great Depression and decades later inspired Landes to write the title song. A rodeo theme runs throughout the record, as Landes compares the ups and downs of romance to the rigours of bull riding.

"I guess you could say each song is like its own bull," the twenty-eight-year-old deadpans, "each ride its own love-story...you know, trying to hang on to a wild thing isn't always graceful." Her feminist approach proved problematic when it came to turning up images of feisty cowgirls for the artwork. "There aren't many female bull riders," she admits. And with good reason. "I went to a few rodeos as research. They don't stay on those things very long."

Though she grew up in Louisville her perfect variations on country and folk music have all been recorded in her adopted hometown of Brooklyn. The culture clash of urban and rural traditions is an intriguing base for Landes' material and audience. She spent most of 2008 touring with a variety of country/folk and indie-rock stalwarts like The Tindersticks, Midlake, Josh Ritter, Jason Isbell (of the Drive by Truckers), Alexi Murdoch and the Swell Season, to name a few. And though she might recognize kindred spirits in contemporaries like Conor Oberst and Jim James of My Morning Jacket, Landes is blessed with a voice as pure and ringing as any folk or country diva.

The voice has always been there, but it's taken a while to be heard. Her first self-released records, simply called Dawn's Music and the EP two three four effectively proved her talent, but it was 2008's acclaimed Fireproof that revealed it to the world. Around that time her splendid bluegrass cover of Peter Bjorn and John's instant classic "Young Folks," performed with an elderly group of Texans called The WST Band ("It stands for 'we sorta tried'"), became a YouTube favorite. "Straight Lines," one of her best-known songs, sound-tracked in adverts on both sides of the Atlantic. Here it accompanied a cute campaign to encourage urban cycling. There it promoted Axe, the local equivalent of Lynx and the preferred perfume of adolescent males. Its writer was bemused. "The same song was used to promote bicycling in a childlike way and men's deodorant in a sexual way. What does that mean?" she once pondered. For a while she lived in France, learning to love Gainsbourg, Brassens and Francoise Hardy, and spent her time in Paris at the most unlikely joints. "I found myself in a lot of situations I wouldn't have been invited to otherwise," she says, "I played a lot of parties, fashion parties, one in a hotel where there was a bubble bath filled with champagne!" As you can imagine this is a world she doesn't usually inhabit.

Since her last release, Landes (her surname has two syllables) has finished fitting out her own studio, Saltlands in Brooklyn. "I actually built it! Some friends and I put up the walls and floated the floors," she declares proudly, christening it with the recording of Sweet Heart Rodeo. Again working with regular collaborator, drummer and all-rounder Ray Rizzo, her recording outfit was completed by guitarist Josh Kaufman and bassist Annie Nero, a couple (of musicians) that she met on the road. A cover of Kaufman's composition, the charming, gentle "Dance Area" fits perfectly alongside Landes' own material.

"Sweet Heart Rodeo" is packed with fine tunes, again beautifully sung. The opener "Young Girl" ponders gender stereotyping--competitive boys, jealous girls--over a reductive and distorted keyboard riff. The deceptively cutting "Romeo" berates a certain someone who ruined one of Landes' birthdays by standing her up. No wonder she borrows a hook from "16 Tons," Tennessee Ernie Ford's fifties nugget of resignation. The haunting 'Money In The Bank' marries down-home hippie wisdom ('the night before you die, what are you gonna buy?') to a glorious chorus bolstered by a wistful French horn. Dawn even drums on an unlikely cover of Margo Guryan's already unlikely "Love," a 1968 collision of cool jazz and nascent psychedelia. "She's amazing, one of these unsung geniuses like Vashti Bunyan was, who made one fabulous record then disappeared," she says of the woman behind the lost classic "Take A Picture."

Rizzo's idiosyncratic harmonica style ("kinda cloudy--the opposite of ethereal") boosts the quirky "Wandering Eye," a rare song that combines sex and travel without causing offence, while "Little Miss Holiday" imagines a conversation between Jodie Foster and the teenage hooker that inspired her character in Scorsese's unhinged "Taxi Driver." It's tender rather than bleak. "Brighton" is a tribute to a magical day in that great Southern (English) town, yet it could hardly sound more American, Appalachian even. "I hope I captured it in the song," she says. By the album's conclusion, the wobbly wedding march of "All Dressed In White," you'll probably be thinking of giving love a try. Even if it does hurt when you fall off.




Dawn's music
- 2002-xx-xx -



Suspicion
Kissing Song
Mud & Stars
Traffic (Instrumental)
Kids In A Play
Accordion Song
Scars
Without You
French

Honey Bee


 


Fireproof
- 2006-xx-xx -



Bodyguard
I Don't Need no Man
Tired of this Life
Twilight
Private Little Hell
Picture Show
Kids in a Play
Toy piano (Instrumental)
Dig me a Hole
I'm in Love with the Night
Goodnight Lover
You Alone
I Won't Back Down (Hidden track)

Sweet Heart Rodeo
- 2009-09-07 -

Young Girl
Romeo
Money In The Bank
Love
Sweetheart Of The Rodeo
Clown
Wandering Eye
Little Miss Holiday
Dance Area
Brighton
All Dressed In White (Instrumental)


Mal Habillée
- 2012-06-05 -



Mal Habillée
La Vie au Lasso
Oscar
Toutes les Belles Inconnues
Bonsoir Bonjour
Charleville-Mézières
L'ingénue
La Cane de Jeanne

 

Bluebird
- 2014-02-18 -



Bluebird
Try to Make a Fire Burn Again
Bloodhound
Heel Toe
Cry No More
Oh Brother
Diamond Rivers
Love Song
Lullabye for Tony
Home

Non Albums Tracks
- Misc -

Dear Boy
Straight Lines
Young Folks


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Dawn's music

Suspicion

Suspicion, suspicion
Can make you blind
Just ask anybody with half a mind
If they can imagine something in half
Do you scream, do you scream, or do you laugh

Suspicion, suspicion
Can make you weak
Like running, you're running, trying to speak
I can hear all the breathing in-between
You should rest, you should rest your head on me

Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
In me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me
Have a little faith in me

Kissing Song

The phone's ringing
It's been ringing all morning
And the knocking, it's not starting, it's stopping
And the screaming, in the streets it's like barking
It's nothing, they are kissing

They don't hear anything
They don't notice the lightning
It's striking at the silent fighting
The everything for control of the ceiling
It's winning, and the rain pours down on her

Soak in the carpet, their shoes and the furniture
And he needs her to drown out all the water and noise in his head

Someone's choking, someone's praying so hard
They are listening to the stained glass for answers
They don't come in from the walls
Which are taking a beating from the wind on the outside
And it's beating, all its way to the break
And it's meeting, that will make them love sick
The walls crumbling, they don't feel anything
They feel nothing but the kissing

Mud & Stars

Two men doubt through bars
One saw mud, the other stars
I think with eyes like ours, there are stars and mud
And what the lover do
But fix his down-cast eyes on you
Wanting to fix you too
And show you how to sing

Maybe there's nothing more
To feeling than getting sore
But I'm willing to hurt you more
To show you what I need

What I need, I mean
Do I need to be meaning to you as something to destroy
Or so it seems, your dreams something screams
Something dumb, and cursory-like jewel

Two men doubt through bars
One saw mud, the other stars
I think with eyes like ours, there are stars

Kids In A Play

Check, one, two

We are like kids in a play
Set in the Victorian age
We only know what to say
Because we practiced at home
Or rehearsed on the bus
Next to kids just like us
Who couldn't help but think we were weird

And you would open your mouth and it would kill me
Just start to speak of the South, like I had been there
And you would forgive yourself as you map my words
I think it's your turn to leave and throw a fit
And I will mumble and grieve and then sigh
Brings the crowd to their feet and almost makes you cry

What if no one comes
What if we get bored
Will you fit my clothes
If we should switch roles
Here we go

We're like kids in a play
Set in the Victorian age
We only know what to say
Because we practiced at home
Or we rehearsed on the bus
Next to kids just like us
Who couldn't help but think, they couldn't help it
They couldn't help it...

Accordion Song

Please could you
Turn around
Drop your dress
On the ground
Step up here
Stand right there
Don't be shy
Cause you have fair skin
And we are fair men
You have fair skin
And we are fair men

Try not to move
Cause if you do
We may not
Capture you
Where we want to
We're tired too
We're paying you
To be very still
Cause we cannot get through
To the people without you
The people want you
We're tired too
We're paying you
To be very still
Cause we cannot get through
To the people without you
The people demand you
Cause you have fair skin
And we are fair men
You have fair skin
And we are fair

Scars

I think, I think I raced you to those crazy shoes you wore
That day, I decided that I wanted, I wanted you maybe
I just wanted the shoes
Fit me
Maybe

Hudson again, might as well be Mars
People everywhere french-kissing in their cars
These romantic scenes denigrate ours
They're scripted and stars
When you gonna get up
Can I get more than shouting, it's not about you, it's about me
Give me something to doubt
Something sharp to annul everybody I know has
Scars
Scars
Everyone that I know
Has scars
Maybe later
Much much later
We can compare ours
Everyone that I know has scars

And I'm sorry
About this, about me
‘Cause I think
I think I raced you to those crazy shoes you wore that day
I decided that
That I wanted you
Maybe I just wanted the shoes
When you gonna get out
Can I have more than shout
And it's not about you, it's about me
Give you something to doubt
Something sharp to annul everybody I know has
Scars
Scars
Everyone that I know
Has scars
Maybe later
Much much later
We can compare ours
Everyone that I know has scars

Without You

Start over

A bird flies overhead
And I appear part of this turntable
Over which I spread my head

My head, my head, my head, my head
My head, my head, my head
My head, my head, my head, my head
My head, my head, my head

Hey, I like your verse
But it's too well rehearsed
To be clean
Do you mean to tell me
That I'm not allowed anymore

So you shut me out at last
Who really gives a damn for the past
I was an offering
Not sure the reward for what I do
All the love I store

Love from you
Explodes into a year gone by
And still I have my head
The seasons while you mock
Advertised reason
Yeah, you mock advertised reason
Yeah, you mock me now

I want to advertise this feeling
I want to advertise this feeling
How do I advertise this feeling
I want to advertise this feeling

Without you
Without you
Without you
Oh what do I do
Without you
Without you
Without you
Without you

Honey Bee

Hey, my little honey bee
Oh baby, you been sweet on me
Hey, my little honey bee
Oh, my queen bee
Rock me to my soul
Rock me to my soul, baby, baby
To my soul, oh

Can you dig the sound
Oh, watch it now lookin' around
Stop now, shake it, son
Hey, dad's having fun
Oh, my soul
Rock me to my soul, baby, baby
To my soul

Baby, won't you come by me
Oh, spare me all the misery
Sugar, won't you come by me
Oh, I know you'd agree-gree-gree
Oh, my soul
Rock me to my soul, baby, baby
To my soul

This song was made for lovers
This song was made for lovers
This song was made for lovers
Oh, my soul
Rock me to my soul, baby

Fireproof

Bodyguard

I had a dream that we were robbed
They took the moldings off the walls
Erased our signatures from things
I heard them singing

Where's my bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard
Where's my bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard
Be my bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard
And guard me

They stole the subjects from your paintings
But left the canvas on the frame
They ran off with years of clothing
Stole your smell, stole your stain
Just like rain
Washed clean
Of your name

And all bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard
Let down your bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard
Where's my bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard
To guard me

'Cause I saw a man
I saw a man (x17)
Where's my bodyguard
Please guard me (guard me) (x3)

Take, take, take, take my arms
Got nothing to hold
Break, break my legs
There's nothing to stand on
Take, take, take my bones
There's nothing to fill me in
Just skin
Where you been

Bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard
Where's my bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard
Be my bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard, bodyguard
And guard me

I Don't Need No Man

Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet
Who's gonna glove your hands
Who's gonna kiss your red ruby lips
Who's gonna be your man

Papa's gonna shoe my pretty little feet
Mama's gonna glove my hands
Sister's gonna kiss my red ruby lips
I don't need no man
No man

The only woman he ever did love was on that train and gone
The only car she ever rode was a hundred coaches long
The only woman he ever did love is on that train and gone
On that train
On that train
On that train

Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet
And who's gonna glove your hands
Who's gonna kiss your red ruby lips
And who's gonna be your man

Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet
And who's gonna glove your hands
And who's gonna be your man

On that train
On that train

Tired Of This Life

Tired of this life
But you want to know what it's like
Don't you want to know what it's like

Tomorrow night
Fireworks will fill the sky
Fireworks will fill the sky

Up in the air so high
Over the world below
For just long enough
Let your worry go, go
Let the worry go

Tired of your trying
But your eyes weren't only made for crying
Your eyes were made for seeing things

Tomorrow brings a brand new blossoming
It'll only make your heart sing

Like the birds so high
Over the world below
For just long enough
Let your worry go, go
Let your worry go

Tired of this life
But you want to know what it's like
Don't you want to know what it's like

Twilight

Another starless night
Another dim streetlight
If you turn your head just right
The street becomes the sky

And shooting stars go by
They spark and they die
You see the reason why
You never catch the night

Drags a long tail light
Streaks of red vein the sky
But you love twilight

Oh, love me with your body
I need one to hold
Oh, love me with your body
I need one to hold
Tonight

In the long, dim light
Streaks of red vein your eyes
Don't you love twilight

Twilight (x24)

Private Little Hell

You're driving down the road
When something had to blow
The car is filled with smoke
It calls on you to grow

But it makes you want to throw up
To have to feel this bad
Now you know what you want
You want what you had

Make it break in
Make it break in...

But you can't have that
You can't go back...

Now all the things were sold
The ones that made you feel safe
And the people that you told all moved away

Now you've got something to say
But no one there to tell
So you write it all down
In your little private hell
Your private little hell
Your private little hell

But you wanna be well
Make it break in
Make it break in...
But you wanna be well...
Find someone to tell
Make it break in
Make it break in...

Picture Show

Let's all go to the picture show
Let's see famous people glow
Maybe some light will rub off, you know
Your next life's a pony show
Ponies turn into glue
Hey, hey, hey
La-la-la-la-lollipop
La-la-la-la-make it stop
La-la-la-la-life's a gag
La-la-la-la-you're a fag
Hey
La-la-la-la-submarine
La-la-la-la-you're so mean
There is so much suffering
I can't do a thing
Hey, hey, hey

Digging, digging in the ground
Looking for a thing to love
The lonely ones are never found
But they can tell you things about the soil
They fill your heart with oil

Kids In A Play

We are like kids in a play
Set in the Victorian Age
We only know what to say
Because we practiced at home
Or we rehearsed on the bus
Next to kids just like us
Who couldn't help but think we were weird

And you will open your mouth and it would cue me
To start to speak of the South, like I had been there
And you will forgive yourself as you mouth my words

I think it's your turn to leave and throw a fit
And I will mumble and grieve in an aside
That brings the crowd to their feet and almost makes you cry
Cry, cry, cry

What if no one comes
What if we get bored
Will you fit my clothes
If we should switch roles
Here we go

We're like kids in a play
Set in the Victorian age
We only know what to say
Because we practiced at home
Or we rehearsed on the bus
Next to kids just like us
Who couldn't help but think, they couldn't help it
They couldn't help it (x3)

Dig Me A Hole

When it's hard to breathe in the city
It's easier to drink
Come to my house, we'll sit in the dark
And try not to think

About the green fields, the way the land feels
All we left behind
Oh, how a dream can block out the sun
And cloud the mind

Tear me
From my hometown
Dig me
A hole in the ground
'Cause I leave
I fall too far down
Tear me
A hole in the ground

Tear me
From my hometown
Dig me
A hole in the ground
'Cause I leave
I fall too far down
Tear me
A hole in the ground

When it's hard to breathe in the city
It's easier to drink
So come to my house, we'll sit in the dark
And try not to think

I'm in love with the night

Stepping out on the pavement
Everyday feels the same
I saw your face in my dream
And couldn't recall my name

And I don't wanna know
Close my eyes and let go
I can hardly see
What it's doing to me
I don't wanna fight
You're in love with the night

Walking on gravel and cement
Always different from the day before
I've got a lot to forget
Old pictures in a drawer

And I don't wanna know
Close my eyes and let go
I can hardly see
What it's doing to me
I don't wanna fight
I'm in love with the night
I'm in love with the night
I'm in love with the night

*** Thanx a lot to Nicholle for this one ***

Goodnight Lover

Goodnight, lover
Lover, goodnight
Will we meet each other in a dream tonight
And will you remember the colour of my eyes
Set in a million tigers sleeping on their sides
Oh, sleeping on their sides (x3)

Goodnight, lover
Lover, goodnight
Will you roll over in the bed tonight
Turning a million circles, dancing in the night
Like dancing on your side
Dancing on your side
Dancing on your side
Sleeping on our sides
Oh, sleeping on our sides
Oh, dancing all the night
Oh, sleeping on our sides
Oh, dancing to the night
Turning, turning

Goodnight, lover
Lover, goodnight

You Alone

You alone are holy
And you alone are beauty
But you alone are lonely now

When we're alone, you told me
You'd tell me the whole sad story
But we're never alone now

Looks like you let it out
For just a moment
And I could see how
You'd only lay me down
On sheets that tore and gave out
I'd never known anyone 'till now

'Cause you belong in poetry
And you belong in fine things
But you belong to someone else

Yeah, you belong in prairie
And you belong in black sea
But you belong to no one town
You really let it out
For just a moment
And I could see how
You'd only lay me down
On sheets that tore and gave out
I'd never known anyone 'till now

I Won't Back Down

Oh, I won't back down
No, I won't back down
You can stand me up at the gates of hell
But I won't back down
No, I won't back down
Won't be turned around
In a world that keeps pushing me around
Gonna stand my ground
And I won't back down
I won't back down, baby
There ain't no easy way out
I will stand my ground
And I won't back down
Cause I know what's right
I've got just one life
In a world that keeps dragging me down
Gonna stand my ground
And I won't back down
Hey, baby
There ain't no easy way out
Hey, ah, I will stand my ground
And I won't back down
No, I won't back down

 

Sweet Heart Rodeo

Young Girl

One, two, three, four

Young girl I can't fight you
Everybody wants to get inside you
Just wanna remind you
It's got nothing to do with you

Young girl I don't like you
Everybody wants to stand beside you
Just something to rewind to
It's got nothing to do with you

Didn't you know
Time's a rodeo
Didn't you find
People all aligned
Didn't you say
I'm trying to behave
Trying so hard to hang on

Young man terrifies you
Gonna step right up behind you
Swing a punch that blinds you
Knocks you further into time

Young man qualifies you
Puts an expiration right on you
Didn't even have to try to
Did it with the gleaming in his eyes
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Didn't you know
Time's a rodeo
Didn't you find
People all aligned
Didn't you say
I'm trying so hard to stay
Trying so hard to hang on

Young love gonna find you
Gonna snake its way inside you
Whisper and cry to you
And call you all the time

Young love gonna try you
Gonna push and pull and lie too
Tell you "baby, baby, I need you"
Then cast you all the time

Didn't you know
Oh I'm a rodeo
Didn't you find
People out of mind
Didn't you say
I'm trying so hard to stay
Trying so hard to hang on

Romeo

Romeo, Romeo
Waiting all day by the telephone
I don't know, I don't know
Should I hang around or should I go

Romeo, Romeo
Remember all the things that you told me though
How'd it go, how'd it go
You waited all the day by the telephone
Waited all the day, just to be let down, let down
What goes around, comes around, comes around
You've got it coming and I won't stop it, no
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Romeo, Romeo
Waiting round here watching the grass grow
How's it go, how's it go
"Another day older and deeper in" oh

Romeo, Romeo
Calling out loud on the radio
I don't know, I don't know
Should I sing along, yes or no
Should I sing along
Or go this one solo
I Guess you never know, Romeo
You've got it coming
And I won't stop it, no

Romeo…
Coming…

Sixteen tons and what do you get
Another day older and deeper regret
Honey don't you call me cause I won't go
I don't owe my soul to no Romeo

Money In The Bank

Money in the bank
The night before you die
What are you gonna buy

Will you buy a house
Plant a garden inside
The night before you die

Everything's right
I got a rose inside
It's brilliant and bright
Growing all the time

Everything's right
I got a clear mind
Tomorrow night
I'll be sleeping in the yard
Sleeping in the yard
Sleeping in the yard

Money in the bank
The day that you were born
What's that money for
Did you buy a gown
From the department store
The day that you were born

Oh, oh I need the sun and moon
Oh, oh I need a bedroom
Oh, oh I need a patient eye
Watching me fall and get up again to try
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Til everything's right
I got a rose inside
It's brilliant and bright
Growing all the time

Everything's right
I got a clear mind
Tomorrow night
I'll be sleeping in the yard
Sleeping in the yard
Sleeping in the yard
Sleeping in the yard
Sleeping in the yard

Til everything's right
I got a rose inside
It's brilliant and bright
Growing all the time

Everything's right
I got a clear mind
Tomorrow night
I'll be sleeping in the yard

Love

( Margo Guryan )

Love
What does it mean to live between
The beginning and ending of love
Where do you go to start to know
The reason why a brand new feeling
Comes to take you away from reason
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Love
How do you know the things you do
You do not only from need
And not from greed
But only from love

Love
When do you get to be someone who can be
And live without hurting someone you love
Why do we grow and never show
The little that we know of love

Sweetheart Of The Rodeo

One, two, three, four

Sweetheart of the rodeo you ride the devil's back
Turn away now as you go, you're never coming back
Little girl just four years old, daddy ain't no damn good
Ran away with your piggy bank, took everything he could
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Sweetheart of the rodeo, gonna trade in your name
For a ticket on the ghost train, ride it all the way to fame
Little girl just four years old, never knew her daddy's voice
Just the sound of a wild bull kicking up clouds of dust
All around us, all around us, all around us, all around us

Sweetheart of the rodeo you ride the devil's back
Turn away now as you go, you're never coming back

Clown

Hey, hey, you're such a clown
Got caught with your guard down
I saw you dancing around

You know how to shake that thing
Running round and round the ring
You'd chase anything
You'd chase anything

Clap your hands in the air
Play the fool, you don't care
People gonna laugh and stare
Ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Hey, hey, you're such a clown
Got caught with your guard down
I saw you dancing around

Wandering Eye

Wander to Frisco
Wander to Spain
On to El Paso
On to Ukraine
Wander to Philly
Wander to Maine
India, gonna see everything

Oh my, my baby's got a wandering eye
My baby's got a wandering eye
My baby's got a wandering eye
Oh my

One time Atlanta
Two times Rome
Sometimes it wanders all the way home
Sometimes it lingers long on the road
Flashes of yellow, flashes of gold

Oh my, my baby's got a wandering eye
My baby's got a wandering eye
My baby's got a wandering eye
Oh my

Birmingham baby down at the show
Ponytail high, neck-line low
Eyes so wide in the front front row
Gonna have to meet her after you know
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Oh my, my baby's got a wandering eye
My baby's got a wandering eye
My baby's got a wandering eye
Oh my

Baby's got a wandering eye
Baby's got a wandering eye
Baby's got a wandering eye

He wanders everywhere
He wanders over and under sand
Under the bridge, over the mountain tops
To the river and to the river end
He wanders to Atlanta and Texarkana
Alabama and Texaco
Mexico and Alfresco
Everywhere, he wanders everywhere

Oh my, my baby's got a wandering eye
My baby's got a wandering eye
My baby's got a wandering eye

Little Miss Holiday

Four feet under the table
Shoe strap stuck to an ankle
Not much talk, no surprises
Hollywood sympathizes girls
Working girls
Two working girls

One's got twelve years on her
Hundreds of fans and a ride from mother
Other one's know fifteen years
'Bout Ninety five Johns, one brought her here
Oh girls, working girls
Two working girls

Little miss holiday
They put you in a film but you couldn't play
The part of yourself okay
They showed your face
But no one knew your name
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
She's got television
Cast herself in her own audition
Lipstick and a kiss impression
Hanging on the rim, something you don't mention to a girl
A working girl, a real working girl

If I'd of known her better
I'd a wrote her name in a little letter
Tied some hundred dollar bills together
But sugar and spice don't stick together
Like girls, working girls, two working girls

Little miss holiday
They put you in a film but you couldn't play
The part of yourself okay
They showed your face
But no one knows your name

Dance Area

( Written by Josh Kaufman )

Money doesn't weigh that much honey
But it holds a lot of weight on me
So if you're gonna be a broke little bunny
Better get on the floor and dance with me

It'll be the best time you know
Just you and me and the phono

Money doesn't weigh that much honey
But it holds a lot of weight on me
So if you're gonna be a broke little bunny
Better get on the floor and dance with me

I'll play you my favorite songs
Like you, they mean so much to me
And if the mood is fine
You know the dancing's free
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Money doesn't weigh that much honey
But it holds a lot of weight on me
So if you're gonna be a broke little bunny
Better get on the floor and dance with me

Brighton

Brighton, Brighton
All your lights are shining
Lead me out to the sea
I'll be flying, flying
Over the lights of Brighton
Just want a place to be

With a carousels and mirror lights
A music box that plays all night
A melody to hold you tight
And walk you to your door
Kiss your cheek and nothing more
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Brighton, Brighton
All your lights are shining
Lead me out to the sea
I'll be flying, flying
Over the lights of Brighton
Just want a place to be

Where seagulls sore
They dip and spike
And spin out of the darkest sky
A blanket of sweet moonlight
To fall along the shore
A silouhette and nothing more

Brighton, Brighton
All your lights are shining
Lead me out to the sea
I'll be flying, flying
Over the lights of Brighton
Give me a place to be
Just want a place to be

 

Mal Habillée

Mal Habillée

Je me suis réveillée haute comme trois pommes
Je me suis réveillée mal habillée
Ce matin je ne sais pas ce qui se passe
Hier soir, oh la la, j'ai eu la poisse

J'étais dans une soirée vraiment très chic
Avec tous mes amis c'était le pied
Quand soudain ce garçon me dévisage
J'ai eu chaud mais trop tard pour tourner la page

Il a eu le coup de foudre, moi pas du tout
C'est dommage mais tu sais, ça c'est la vie
Ca cassait pas des briques, j'ai pensé
Mais je me suis réveillée, mal habillée

La Vie Au Lasso

Tu crois que je suis une aventuriere
Que je traverse tous les déserts
Et que j'allume tous les réverbères
De chaque capitale orientale

Tu crois que je vis sans sommeil
Que je vide toutes les bouteilles
Et que je danse avec tous les marins
De chaque bateau à quai

Tu crois que je prends la vie au lasso
Que je donne tout ce que j'ai de beau
Et que je remplis des tonnes de seaux
De cadeaux toujours bienvenus

Tu crois que je ne suis jamais terre à terre
Que je ne suis jamais par terre
Et que je valse, valse, valse avec mes airs
De reine gracieuse comme une étoile

Tu as peut-être raison
Mais ça m'étonnerait

Oscar

Je vais gagner un oscar
Pour vivre à Los Angeles
Peut-être à Beverly Hills
Avant qu'il ne soit trop tard

Je vais devenir une star
Traîner avec Johnny Depp
Avoir des pensées trop deep
Et arriver en retard

Quand j'aurai la statuette
Que les gens me connaîtront
Je les prendrais pour des cons
Je dînerais chez Scarlett

Là je vis chez mes parents
Pas encore à Malibu
Je m'appelle Marilou
Vingt ans, coiffeuse à Rouen

Je vais gagner un oscar
Je vais devenir une star
MariLou

Toutes les Belles Inconnues

Un, deux, trois
Un, deux, trois

Toutes les belles inconnues
Sur la grande avenue
D'en haut, vous êtes toutes
Des vagues brisantes et curieuses

L'inconnue de la journée
A des yeux excités
Elle marche pied à pied
Personne ne peut la toucher

Toutes les belles inconnues
Sur la grande avenue
Et aussi la petite rue
Avez-vous rendez-vous

L'inconnue de la semaine
Cheveux noirs comme l'ebene
Elle a l'air d'une reine
Qui attend la guerre prochaine

Toutes les belles inconnues
Sur la grande avenue
D'en haut, vous êtes toutes
Des vagues déferlantes et curieuses

L'inconnue de la saison
Qui a toujours dit "non"
Est partie de sa maison
Comme une bulle de savon

A l'inconnue de l'année
Il faut dire "s'il vous plait"
Et surtout ne plus parler
Seulement esperer

Toutes les belles inconnues
Sur la grande avenue
Et aussi la petite rue
Vous a-t'on déjà vues ?

Bonsoir Bonjour

Il fait nuit
Il fait jour
Bonsoir
Bonjour

Je suis dedans
Je suis dehors
Dans le soir
Dans le jour

Je cours vite
Je marche lentement
Je te quitte
Elégamment

Je me cache
Je fredonne
Je me lache
Je n'écoute personne

Il fait nuit
Il fait jour
Bonsoir
Dans le noir

Charleville-Mézières

( Stéphane Cadé )

J'ai roulé doucement vers toi
Dans mon coupé bleu, Citroën
En roulant au bout de mes doigts
Des cigarettes américaines

Je suis revenu dans le film
Cette fable des frères Dardenne
En forme de journal intime
Une love-story dans les Ardennes

Dans la ville la plus triste du monde
Deux amants les plus heureux du monde
Et d'hôtel en hôtel
Ils montent faire l'amour
Il et elle

Nous avons dîné de guimauve
Dans la folle fête foraine
Au milieu des dragons, des fauves
Des barbes à papas, des baleines

La nuit j'étais ses filets mauves
Et j'avais ta main dans la mienne
Sous les nuages qui se sauvent
Comme des Rimbaud et Verlaine

Dans la ville la plus triste du monde
Deux amants les plus libres du monde
Et les yeux dans les yeux
Ils disent "Ô mon amour !
Si tu veux"

J'ai roulé doucement vers toi
Dans mon coupé bleu, Citroën
En regardant autour de moi
Tomber la nuit américaine

Dans la ville la plus triste du monde
Deux amants les plus heureux du monde

L'ingénue

Mais dites moi qui puis-je faire pour nous
Vous ne mendiez qu'un rendez-vous
Quand je vous ai pris pour un fou
Vous ne teniez qu'à peine debout

Quand ce n'était que le début
Vous ne m'aviez encore déçue
Malgré votre idée saugrenue
Que je n'étais qu'une ingénue

Nous n'étions que des abrutis
Déjà amants, déjà pétris
D'amours amers et d'insomnies
Quand nous étions ces abrutis

Quand ce n'était que le débat
Vous me guettiez dans mes ébats
Vous vous mettiez dans un état
Quand vous commandiez un déca

Vous me parliez de déco
Lisiez des mots dans le dico
Je sucais une glace Miko
Vous ressembliez à Nico
Moi

Nous n'étions que des abrutis
Déjà amants, déjà pétris
D'amours amers et d'insomnies
Quand nous étions ces abrutis

Nous n'étions que des abrutis
Déjà amants, déjà pétris
D'amours amers et d'insomnies
Quand nous étions ces abrutis

La Cane De Jeanne

( Georges Brassens )

La cane de Jeanne
Est morte au gui l'an neuf
Elle avait fait la veille
Merveille
Un oeuf

La cane de Jeanne
Est morte d'avoir fait
Du moins on le présume
Un rhume
Mauvais

La cane de Jeanne
Est morte sur son oeuf
Et dans son beau costume
De plumes
Tout neuf

La cane de Jeanne
Ne laissant pas de veuf
C'est nous autres qui eûmes
Les plumes
Et l'oeuf

Tous, toutes
Sans doute
Garderons longtemps le
Souvenir de la cane
De Jeanne
Morbleu
Mon dieu

 

Bluebird

Bluebird

Bluebird, blue
Flew by caught my eye and I fell in love with blue
Don't know what to do
Sweet song lead me on I just wanna follow you
Oh, blue

Walk down to the edge of the wood
I know I shouldn't go but it makes me feel so good
Tall leaves cover me in a hood
And you sing to me da-dee-dee-dee
Oh I feel so understood
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
Fall in so deep to a warm summer sleep
Caught in a rhyme losing track of the time
No direction to divine

Bluebird, blue
Stay here I know you're near I just wanna be with you
Don't know what to do
Your song's sweet, I forget my feet
Won't you let me dance with you
Oh, blue

Take in your flight
On a warm summer night
Fly back to me, I'll forget every need
Just a tangle in the weeds

Bluebird, blue
Flew by caught my eye and I fell in love with blue
Oh, blue

Try To Make a Fire Burn Again

I don't lie
I just get by
I'm not gonna try to understand
I give it away
Everyday
Don't think I'm gonna understand
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
Oh, getting out of hand
Don't you wanna love me all over again
Oh, coming over me
Don't you wanna see me, mistreat me
And try to make a fire burn again

Bless my soul
I fill my bowl
I'm not gonna try to understand
I wait for time
An easy mind
Don't think I'm gonna understand

Oh, getting out of hand
Don't you wanna love me all over again
Oh, coming over me
Don't you wanna see me, mistreat me

Oh, getting out of hand
Don't you wanna love me all over again
Oh, coming over me
Don't you wanna see me, mistreat me
And try to make a fire burn again

Bloodhound

I was looking for clearer skies, I found
I was just staring in the eyes of a bloodhound
I don't know why you tracked me down
Just smatter the reds and drag the blues around

When you looked for me in the sun
With your shadow on the wall like a canyon
Did you lose the trail at all and fall in
To another winding road of devotion
Tell me my friend

It's good to see you
Good to see you again
Good to see you
It's good to see you again, my friend
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
Did you come on back to me just to say hello
Sing a little symphony howl and moan
You're gonna run after me, not gonna catch me though
Don't know what to do, didn't think I'd see you around
Don't wanna let you down

It's good to see you
Good to see you again
Good to see you
It's good to see you again, old friend

Heel Toe

Going down south
Put a song in my mouth
Put a rip in my sleeve
Grass at my feet

A hand on my hip
With a gentleman's grip
Oh, steady me
I'll try not to lead

Oh, I'm learning to dance real slow
Oh, here it comes again
Heel toe, heel toe, heel toe

Down in the bayou
Man, they can hide you
Necks in the reeds
Swing in the breeze

But don't mind you
Walk inside to
Kitchen scenes
And sweet harmonies

Oh, I'm learning to move as I go
Oh, here it comes again
Oh no, oh no, oh no
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
Oh, we move like the wind blows
Oh, yeah a body knows
Hold on to me
Then set me free

Sweet Lafayette
I feel like we've met
In a song, in a dream
A second-hand seam

Tight on the skin
We are where we've been
I've been way down
But I'm back again

Oh, I'm learning to dance real slow
Oh, here it comes again
Heel toe, heel toe, heel toe

Cry No More

No matter how hard I try the pain lingers
Our love's gone dry like grease on my fingers
Don't need a reason why, just pull out the stingers
I'm not gonna cry no more

Not gonna cry no more
I know what crying's for
I'm not gonna cry no more

Sing a lullaby, feel the wind blow
I don't even sigh when I pass our old windows
There's someone else inside
That's just how time goes
I don't need to cry no more

Not gonna cry no more
I know what tears are for
I don't need to cry no more

Feels like waking up
No more sleeping
My hearts still beating me up
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
I wanna go outside and feel the summer
Close my eyes and let the sun burn
Remember the good times more than the others
I'm not gonna cry no more

Not gonna cry no more
I know what crying's for
I'm not gonna cry no more

Not gonna cry no more
I know what tears are for
I don't need to cry no more

Oh Brother

Oh Brother, Oh Brother
Do you have the time
To get to know each other
In a little pantomime
Trying to walk the blood line

Oh sister, oh sister
Where has she gone
You'd knew even know you missed her
She's standing on the lawn
Waiting for love to come

Take her away
Just trying to get away
But I can't escape
Mistakes have been made
Chalk it all up to fate

Oh brother, hey brother
Did you really need a dime
Just think it over
You know you ask all the time
You leave your mother crying

You say sister, oh sister
Get off my back
Go and lose your temper, you'll never get it back
Believe me I'll be gone
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
I'm going away
Just trying to get away
But I can't escape
The choices they made

Oh we're trying to get away
But we can't escape
Chalk it all up to fate

Oh brother, oh brother
Are you a friend of mine

Diamond Rivers

Diamond rivers run in streaks
Down my lovers cheeks
They run for weeks
And cut so deep

Tell my lover I'm at peace
Now that he sleeps
Forever sleeps
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
I feel a breeze
Blow through me
In a slow eddy
I'm not ready to leave

Carry me
Gary
Marry me
Your Emily

Love Song

Up in the morning, I know you're there and the sun will rise
Back of the evening lay down somewhere and we close our eyes
I can't count on anything but the day and night
I wanna write you a love song with my life

Another season and that old moonlight shines down on us
Don't got a reason to be out tonight, just a wanderlust
I can't count on anything
Come rain, come rust
I wanna write you a love song you can trust
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
Going way downtown tonight
Gonna feel it out alright
Gonna down this town tonight
Head held high

Sometimes I wonder if it's hard to know a world so bright
The technicolor of a loving soul dimmed to black and white
I can't count on anything but the stars in the sky
I wanna write you a love song with my life

Going way downtown tonight
Gonna feel it out alright
Gonna down this town tonight
Head held high

I wanna write you a love song with my life
Gonna write you a love song with my life
Let me write you a love song with my life

Lullaby for Tony

Let's get out of town, go swimming, swimming
Move your arms around and we're wading so far out
Nothing to cry about when baby made a sound

Let's get out of here, go flying, flying
You're so pretty dear, when you're minding
Aren't you now, higher than a cloud
When baby made a sound

Oh didn't you find me
Drawing a line
We've been dragging it out
Oh, didn't you know me
Nothing to show we've gotta get out
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
Let's get out of town, go sailing, sailing
Throw the anchor down and head to heaven with me now
Angel on the bow
My baby made a sound
Baby made a sound

Home

Lord please, follow me home
‘Cause I'm down on my knees and I feel alone
Home, got nowhere to call home
No one to call home

When I'm out on the town I get what I need
No one waiting around for this tumble weed at home
Got nowhere to call home
No one to call me home
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
They tell me my time will come and my soul will rise
Over shadow and stone, the final surprise, home
Won't somebody take me home
I wanna go home

 

Non Albums Tracks

Dear Boy

( Paul McCartney Cover / Before the Goldrush LP )

I guess you never knew, dear boy
What you had found
I guess you never knew, dear boy
That she was just the cutest thing around
I guess you never knew what you had found, dear boy

I guess you never knew, dear boy
That love was there
And maybe when you look too hard
Dear boy, you never do become aware
I guess you never did become aware, dear Boy

I stepped in
My heart was down and out
But her love came through
And brought me 'round
Got me up and about

Dear boy, dear boy
Dear boy, dear boy

I stepped in
My heart was down and out
But her love came through and brought me 'round
Got me up and about

I hope you never know, dear boy
How much you missed
And even when you fall in love, dear boy
It won't be half as good as this
I hope you never know how much you missed, dear boy
How much you missed

Straight Lines

Remember when we were young
How you asked everyone to marry you
All of those songs we sung
Changing all the words you used to make the heroine die
Why

Remember when we were right
God threw his darts at stars in the night
I had a kite
You had a trampoline and a BMX bike
You didn't even like

I don't want to say it's breaking my heart
And I don't know where to start
Old friends are falling apart
Time like the name of a man
Covered and we both can whine
I miss the straight, straight lines

The old times

Remember when we got caught
Dirty hands and make-believe drugs
We never got
Give me all your money
Bank robbers and cowboy cops
Make-believe rocks

Remember when we held hands
Red rover and marching band
You had a tan
Staying outside that long's gonna make you man
Never going back, never going back again

I don't want to say it's breaking my heart
And I don't know where to start
Old friends are falling apart
Time like the name of a man
Covered and we both can whine
I miss the straight, straight lines

The old times
The old times
Remember when we were young
Remember when we were young

Young Folks

(Song by Peter, Bjorn and John / Dawn Landes and the WST Band)

WST Band:
Young folks

Dawn Landes:
If I told you things I did before
Told you how I used to be
Would you go along with someone like me
If you knew my story word for word
Had all of my history
Would you go along with someone like me

WST Band:
I did before and had my share
It didn't lead nowhere
I would go along with someone like you
It doesn't matter what you did
Who you were hanging with
We could stick around and see this night through

Dawn Landes & WST Band:
And we don't care about the young folks
Talkin' bout the young style
And we don't care about the old folks
Talkin' 'bout the old style too
And we don't care about our own folks
Talkin' 'bout our own stuff
All we care about is talking
Talking only me and you

WST Band:
Usually when things has gone this far
People tend to disappear
No one would surprise me unless you do

Dawn Landes:
I can tell there's something goin' on
Hours seem to disappear
Everyone is leaving, I'm still with you

Dawn Landes & WST Band:
It doesn't matter what we do
Where we are going to
We can stick around and see this night through

And we don't care about the young folks
Talkin' bout the young style
And we don't care about the old folks
Talkin' 'bout the old style too
And we don't care about our own folks
Talkin' 'bout our own stuff
All we care about is talking
Talking only me and you