"His Lamest Flame" (Saloman/Lord)

The knees are bent and the hands are clasped
The painted head is bowed
A sudden glimpse through heaven's gate
Is all that I'm allowed
My hair is black and eyes are green
But Marie is not my name
Na na na na na na na na na - His Lamest Flame

His lamest flame will be
Too brief and burn too pale
And all attempts to fire it up again will fail
I run around behind his friends
And play the waiting game

Na na na na na na na na na - His Lamest Flame
I tell myself a million times
There's nothing I can do
So why do I keep holding on
I only wish I knew
I was born too weak and I fel like a fool
But it's out of my domain
Na na na na na na na na na - His Lamest Flame

His lamest flame will die
Before the night is out
Just a heap of ash
The wind is blown about

For him these feelings fade away
But for me they're still the same
Na na na na na na na na na - His Lamest Flame

His lamest flame is here
And flickering its last
And through the dying light
We journey to the past

But still I'd give up all I've got
To have him back again
Na na na na na na na na na - His Lamest Flame

Vocals - Mary Lou Lord
Drums/Percussion - Joe Ranieri
Guitar - Nick Saloman
Bass - John Sprague
BGV - Sharon Celani, Gia Ciambotti


"Western Union Desperate" (Lord)

Felt a little uneasy on easy street
Out of place and incomplete call it guilt
Call it what you will
Kissed good-bye the summer sky
Hollywood and Malibu tides
Through thick and thin you got a 
Good friend in me

Just give me a beer and give me a bed
Chase the demons out of my head
Play me a song and sing me to sleep
And meet me in the middle of my dreams

Well I've seen the sun rise from the cliffs at Point Reyes
And I've seen it set upon Thudner Bay
But I always keep my compass set on you

When the night comes in and they stars come out
The highway lines start to wear me out
It'll be ok cause I'm coming back home to you

And distant salutations and silly souvenirs
Can't help your twilight loneliness
Or brush away your tears
I'll wire you some love today
There's so much more I want to say

But I'm Western Union desperate
In a pay phone in the rain
And it's so insane
I'm Rimbaud and you're Verlaine

So hey! California here I come
I got my old backpack and a sunburnt thumb
I hope my compass is tried and true
'Cause when I need a friend it's still you

Vocals - Mary Lou Lord
Drums/Percussion - Joe Ranieri
Guitar - Nick Saloman
BGV - Gia Ciambotti, Sharon Celini
Steel Guitar - Beale Dabbs
Bass - John Sprague

"Lights Are Changing" (Saloman)

Disappearing out of sight along the open road
Into indistinct horizons I had no time to reload
Like a silver bullet from a gun an arrow from a bow
Like an equine star you'll hear about it
Everywhere you go
All through nebula I was racing in my mind
I tripped the light fantastic and never looked behind
You slow down You slow down
Lights are changing
You slow down You slow down
Lights are changing
You fly so high and move so fast
You're running blindly from the past
Slow down You slow down
When lights are changing
Looking through your hollow eyes across the great unknown
Growing greater every second growing harder with each stone
Yeah and you who judge your freedom by the quantity you score
Does it make you any freer if you took a little more
All that summertime I revolved around your eye
In accelerating spirals in an asymmetric sky
You slow down You slow down
Lights are changing
You slow down You slow down
Lights are changing
You fly so high yeah and you move so fast
You're running blindly from the past
Slow down You slow down
Lights are changing
Oh changing all the time
Oh changing all the time
Now you slow down You slow down
Lights are changing
You slow down you slow down
Lights are changing
You fly so high and you move so fast
You're running blindly from the past
Slow down You slow down
Lights are changing
You slow down You slow down lights are changing

Vocals - Mary Lou Lord
Rhythm, 12-string, Outro Lead Guitar - Rusty Anderson
Electric and Acoustic Rhythm Guitar - Stephen Silbert
Electric 12 String Guitar - Roger McGuinn
Electric, Rhythm, 12 String guitar - Nick Saloman
Bass - Paul Bushnell
Drums & Percussion - Fred Eltringham

"Seven Sisters" (Lord)

On Seven Sisters lay down your innocence
Cash in your ignorance learn about the truth
And it's no playground it's one big let down
It looks like a backstreet bargain baby
But you just got screwed

And on that high road you live in shadows
And the one that follows is your silent twin
And it's a sad reminder
That when you try to find her
She's back on the old main drag in trouble again

Ten hail Mary's and she's ready to score
Dealing with the damage of a grown up war
But turning tricks and tourniquets
Are nothing more than another wasted day

Cinderella's on the corner with her eyes in tears
Waiting for the moment when the magic appears
They expected her home for the past two years
I guess she lost her way

The tide is always turning
Deep inside your desire's burning
And you're dying just to get away

You thought you had it down
When you first came to this town
Now you're begging for a helping hand
And a brand new day
You're begging back all that Seven Sisters took away

Can you get it back again
Get it back again

And I wish I could escape
From the old main drag
From the old main drag

Vocals - Mary Lou Lord
Drums/Percussion - Joe Rainieri
Steel Guitar - Beale Dabbs
Acoustic Guitar - Nick Saloman
Baritone Guitar - Nels Cline
Bass - John Sprague
Harmonium - Jon Brion

"Throng of Blowtown" (Lord)

Bring out the Bushmills and bring on the band
Tonight we'll dance and swing
I'll sing to you softly my dear take my hand
And we'll toast to proposals and flings

Bring out the jester and shoot out the lights
Rattle your diamonds and pearls
There's swill for the swine and pills for the mind
More rhythm and booze for the girls

And those were the days when it all made sense
An awesome and glorious hoedown
54 studio discotheques
To welcome in the throng of Blowtown
Welcome to the throng of Blowtown

When Sonny gets dumped he'll see red for awhile
He's not the kind to get yellow
Tonight tonight the Billys will fight
Over copyright laws but stay mellow

And a typical day you can hear someone say
We need the groove to improve 
So go find Carol Kaye
But she can't be found she's gone underground
In a carpal tunnel freezeout she's retirement bound

And those were the days when it all made sense
An awesome and glorious hoedown
54 studio discotheques to welcome the throng of Blowtown
Welcome in the throng of Blowtown
Ain't nothing like Motown
The throng of Blowtown

Vocals - Mary Lou Lord
Drums/Percussion - Joe Ranieri
Acoustic & Electric Guitar - Nick Saloman
E-bow Guitar and Out Solo - Nels Cline
E-bow Guitar - Rob Schnapf
Bass - John Sprague
Chamberlin - Jon Brion

"The Lucky One" (Freedy Johnston)

Walkin' to the bus stop
Couldn't wait to get off
I know I am the lucky one
Hmm, hmm

Walking in the twilight
Cold Nevada twilight
I know I am the lucky one

On the wheels
On the tabletop
On the handles where the 7's stop
On the floor
On my heels again
I know I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one

Standing on the corner
If I could find a dollar
I know I'd be the lucky one
Hmm, Hmm

Standing in the last night
Artificial daylight
I know I am the lucky one, hmm, hmm
On the wheels
On the tabletop
On the handles when the lemons stop
On the floor
On my heels again
I know I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one
On the wheels
On the tabletop
On the handles when the lemons stop
On the floor

Vocals - Mary Lou Lord
Drums/Percussion - Joe Ranieri
Slide & Steel Guitar, Accordion - Ethan Johns
Acoustic Guitar - Nick Saloman
Bass - John Sprague
Harmonium - Jon Brion
Phase Guitar - Rob Schnapf
Organ - Money Mark

"She Had You" (Saloman)

There was a corner - it was the place to go
We used to meet there - doing our whiz and blow
I had a friend there - she was a wasted space
She tried to match me - she couldn't stay the pace
She was a no one
She was a loser
She had you ooo ooo - she had you
She had you ooo ooo - she had you
I couldn't stand it - seeing you there with her
I never told you - how much it really hurt
I went to college - I got a fancy car
Drop dead apartment - now I'm a shining star
But she never made it
She's selling Avon
She had you ooo ooo - she had you
She had you ooo ooo - she had you
She had you ooo ooo - she had you
She had you ooo ooo - she had you
I have respect now - I always knew I would
'Cause I had a passport - out of the neighborhood
And when I go back - I always see her there
I ask how she's doing - not that I really care
She's still on the corner
She's still going nowhere
But she had you ooo ooo - she had you
She had you ooo ooo - she had you
She had you ooo ooo - she had you
She had you ooo ooo - she had you

Vocals - Mary Lou Lord
Drums/Percussion - Joe Ranieri
B3 - Money Mark
Guitar - Nick Saloman
Guitar - Nels Cline
Guitar - Jon Brion
Acoustic Guitar - Rob Scnapf
Bass - John Sprague

"Some Jingle Jangle Morning" (Lord)

Song about a sun beam song about a girl
Your voice still rings and echoes in my mind
So many words unspoken so many worlds apart
Your memory is all you left behind

Somewhere it all got crazy and now it's like a dream
And I knew that I blew it from the start
I was too freaked out to deal with it all
And too fucked up to care
I stood right there and watched it fall apart

Now LSD and Ecstasy don't help me
And my dance with Mr. Brownstone got too rough
Will you wake me without warning some jingle-jangle morning
We'll fly away to heaven on a star

Cause I love to watch you walk
And I love to hear your talk
But there's nothing I can say
To make you feel the same way

Now my friends are all I have now
But they're so far away
They all moved out of Seattle and back to L.A.

They ask me how I'm doing 
And I ask them if they've seen you
But no one sees much of anyone these days

Now LSD and Ecstasy don't help me
And my dance with Mr. Brownstone got too rough
Will you wake me without warning some jingle-jangle morning
We'll fly away to heaven on a star

Cause I love to watch you walk and I love to hear your talk
But there's notyhing I can say
To make you feel the same way
the same way

Vocals - Mary Lou Lord
Drums - Joshua Freese
Guitar - Nick Saloman
Guitar - Rob Schnapf
Bass - John Sprague

"Shake Sugaree" (Elizabeth Cotten)

Got a little secret
I ain't gonna tell
I'm going to heaven 
In a ground pea shell

Oh lordie me
Didn't I shake sugaree

Everything I got is down in pawn
Pawned my watch
Pawned my chain
Pawned everything that was in my name

Oh lordie me
Didn't I shake sugaree

I'm going sailing
In a wooden shoe
Looking for a star
I can tell my troubles to

Oh lordie me
Didn't I shake sugaree

I pawned my horse
Pawned my plow
Pawned everything 
Even my old milk cow

Got a little secret
I ain't gonna tell
I'm going to heaven
In a ground pea shell

Oh lordie me
Didn't I shake sugaree
Everything I got is down in pawn
Everything I got is down in pawn

Vocals - Mary Lou Lord
Acoustic Guitar - Elliott Smith


"Two Boats" (Saloman/Lord)

Harsh words I heard him say
He knows how to hurt me
Rear lights and flying kites
Long days in the sun

All gone behind us now
So hard to remember
This time I'll put it down
Before it's begun

And you harbored in your sheltering bay
Still watching as she's sailing away
No movement on the ocean today
But for two boats drifting apart

Deep looks into my eyes he tries to convince me
No way I'd fall for that
I know what I am

He swears and so do I
But we don't believe it
No God or chosen one
Can prove where we stand

And you harbored in your sheltering bay
Still watching as she's sailing away
No movement on the ocean today
But for two boats drifting apart

And I doubt everything I knew,
or at least what I supposed
It's my fault and it's your fault too, you know

And you harbored in your sheltering bay,
still watching as she's sailing away
No movement on the ocean today
But for two boats drifting apart

Vocals - Mary Lou Lord
Drums/Percussion - Joe Ranieri
Acoustic & Electric Guitar - Nick Saloman
Bass - John Sprague
Chamberlin - Jon Brion

"Supergun" (Saloman)

I ran out of Lexington - I ran out of time
I hooked up with anyone that I could find
Why don't you answer me
I bear you no ill
You never notice me but someday you will

And there you go lead and lime
Skin and chrome supergun so fine

I'm burned up with jealousy
You're burned up with speed
You ditch your paramour
I got what you need

And I'm not a child
And I'm not a fool
Oh no not again - your supergun so cruel

I got up - a new day dawned
I believe I've been reborn
I threw out my dolls and pins
I go out and reel you in at last
Oh yea, yea, yea

No injured innocence - no wounded pride
Accept what has to be, I so long denied
And I take it off and you follow suit
I close my eyes
But your supergun won't shoot
No it won't shoot
No it won't shoot
No it won't shoot

Vocals - Mary Lou Lord
Drums/Percussion - Joe Ranieri
Electric Guitar - Nick Saloman
Guitar - Rob Scnapf
Bass - John Sprague
Chamberlin - Jon Brion

"Down Along the Lea" (Saloman)

Day in day out
Where you going where you been
What you got to moan about only what I've seen
Times are hard but I heard you say
Why you telling me 
I've been seeing for myself
Down along the lea

Don't know how well off you are
Pills and money, safe and warm
Watching from your silver star
You don't know you're born
Harbored in your little cove
Loath to put to sea
I've been drifting on the tide
Down along the lea

High hi the brain dead cry
What a loser what a state
Take a good look in her eyes
Pupils look like plates
Confusing me with someone else
I guess she looks like me
I think I passed her on her way
Down along the lea
Well I think I passed her on her way
Down along the lea

Vocals - Mary Lou Lord
Drums/Percussion - Joe Ranieri
Acoustic Guitar - Nick Saloman
Bass - John Sprague
Dulcimer - Ruth Barrett
Tin Whistle - Cait Reed

"Subway" (Lord/Saloman)

There's no sun and no starlight to shine on the rails
The spray painted words of the prophets have failed
Down in this tunnel there's no day or night
Up above is it darkness or light

It's all just a dream I wake up and I'm back
Where the wheels of reality screech down the track
The ride is the moment they're all waiting for
Can't afford to believe that there's more
i can't kid myself into thinking there's more

And he lives in the suburbs and he carries a phone
I watch him arrive and I'll watch him go home
He'll pitch me a quarter as he stops to change lines
He'd stay but he never has time
Would he stay if he ever had time

So hold my eye
While the rest of the city flies by
The tip and the tokens you left me today
Are the price of my ride on the subway

And I've seen drowning hobos and rich men who pass
Reflected in fragments of Boston bound glass
And I'll be Jimmie Rodgers, The Cure or The Who
If it makes any difference to you
Does it make any difference to you

So hold my eye
While the rest of the city flies by
The tips and the tokens you left me today
Are the price of my ride on the subway
They're the price of my ride on the subway
They're the price of my ride on the subway

Vocals - Mary Lou Lord
Background vocals - Shawn Colvin
Acoustic Guitar - Nick Saloman
Bass - John Sprague
Violin - Cait Reed
Drums - Will Goldsmith