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A NOTE FROM AMY

Web Video Journal #2

Continuing on our journey through the new ig record. This past week we worked on a few songs. The two featured here are amy’s “Little Perennials” and emily’s “Pendulum Swinger”. Matt Chamberlain is still playing drums and Clare Kenny is still on bass.

Mr. Froom stepped in a bit and played some keys. He’s pretty shy to do it, but when we rehearse with him, we hear some notes we just have to have.


We’re already half way through the major tracking; it feels good to be working so fast. Everything just feels full of energy this way. Stay tuned…

p.s.
Here are some lyrics from our new songs.

Little Perennials

Back in the long stretch of loneliness
I have come to call a living,
I’m getting something for all this love’s labor,
even when I am forgetting.

Oh we oh oh little perennials
where’d you come from?

Daughter of my father’s second cousin,
loyalties, I got em by the dozen.
We share a past, we share a blood relation
and that’s as good as an invitation.

Oh we oh oh little perennials
where’d you come from?

I’m in the North Carolina Mountains,
just to the west of where I met my calling.
If you look south to the foothills of these mountains rising,
that’s the place where it feels good falling.
That’s the place that I know.

I look for words to fill the empty spaces,
all the life revealed in these back stages.
I reach for names like little puzzle pieces;
oh perennial, come to me.

Oh we oh oh little perennials
where’d you come from?

2006 words and music: Amy Ray

Pendulum Swinger

I meet you for coffee
We get together periodically
I got a bad case I can’t shake off of me
The fevered walking round wondering how it ought to be
You work in the system
You see possibilities and your glistening
Eyes show the hell you’re gonna give ’em
When they back off the mic for once and give it to a woman

I dream like a mad one
Brutal fantasies I catch as catch can
I’m a psychic and a laywoman
I see love and I like to make it happen
What we get from your war walk
Ticker of the nation breaking down like a bad clock
I want the pendulum to swing again
So that all your mighty mandate was just spitting in the wind

It doesn’t come by the bullwhip
It’s not persuaded with your hands on your hips
Not the company of gunslingers
The epicenter love is the pendulum swinger
She is she is she is

It’s fine about the old scroll Sanskrit
Gnostic gospels the da vinci code a smash hit
Aren’t we dying just to read it and relate
Too hard just to go by a blind faith
But they left out the sisters
Praying to a father god so long I really missed her
The goddess of benevolence
You should listen to your mama if you have a lick of sense left

Pushed under by the main press, buried under a code of dress
Relegated by the Vatican
But you can’t keep a spirit down that wants to get up again

If we’re a drop in the bucket
With just enough science to keep from saying fuck it
Until the last drop of sun burns its sweet light
Plenty revolutions left until we get this thing right

2006 words and music: Emily Saliers

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