You Got Me Singing

by Jack & Amanda Palmer

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Sean Collin Mehmet
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Sean Collin Mehmet Kathleen Edwards hails from my hometown: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada! So very pleased that Amanda, and her father, have so righteously decided to include Kathleen Edwards in their all-covers album! (Not to mention the fact that this cover version was impeccably well done!) Favorite track: Pink Emerson Radio (Kathleen Edwards).
Daniel Schmitt
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Daniel Schmitt Such a beautiful collection of very personal cover songs from Amanda and her father! Have a listen here. Highly recommended! Favorite track: Again (Melanie Safka).
Gearald Becker
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Gearald Becker AKA "The 3/4 Jack Album". Turns out Jack Palmer has a fantastic Johnny Cash-like bass. They duet beautifully. Favorite track: Wynken, Blyken and Nod (Lucy and Carly Simon).
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1.
You got me singing Even tho’ the news is bad You got me singing The only song I ever had You got me singing Ever since the river died You got me thinking Of the places we could hide You got me singing Even though the world is gone You got me thinking I’d like to carry on You got me singing Even tho’ it all looks grim You got me singing The Hallelujah hymn You got me singing Like a prisoner in a jail You got me singing Like my pardon’s in the mail You got me wishing Our little love would last You got me thinking Like those people of the past
2.
Wynken and Blynken and Nod one night Sailed off on a wooden shoe Sailed down a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew Where are you going and what do you wish? The old moon asked the three Well, we're going out fishing for herring fish That live in the beautiful sea Nets of silver and gold have we Said, Wynken and Blynken and Nod The old moon laughed and sang a song As they rocked in their wooden shoe And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew While the little stars were the herring fish That lived in the beautiful sea Now cast your nets wherever you wish Never a feared are we So sang the stars to the fishermen three Wynken and Blynken and Nod All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe Bringing the fishermen home T'was all so pretty a sight it seemed As if it could not be And some folks thought t'was a dream They dreamed of sailing the beautiful sea But I shall name you the fishermen three Wynken and Blynken and Nod Now Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes And Nod is a little head And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle bed So close your eyes while mother sings Of the beautiful sights that be And you will see the wonderful things As you rock in your misty sea Where the old moon rocked the fishermen three Wynken and Blynken and Nod
3.
Nothing for me to do But be alone Tonight Maybe I'll sit and write 'Cause if I don't The ones I met won't Be my friends for life Where did I put my paper and pen Well, I'm looking around Again My room is a mess I can't find the address Of the ones I like best Again Nothing for me to do But be alone Again Where did I put my friend I lost the address Of the place I like best And I'm looking around Again Nothing for me to do Well, I'm looking around Again Where did I put my friend I lost the address Of the place I like best And I'm looking around Again Nothing for me to do But be alone Tonight Maybe I'll sit and write 'Cause if I don't The ones I met won't Be my friends for life
4.
Said Red Molly to James that's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like Said James to Red Molly, my hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952 And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme And he pulled her on behind And down to Boxhill they did ride Said James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right hand But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man I've fought with the law since I was seventeen I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22 And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you And if fate should break my stride Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left He was running out of road, he was running out of breath But he smiled to see her cry And said I'll give you my Vincent to ride Says James, in my opinion, there's nothing in this world Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52 He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys He said I've got no further use for these I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome Swooping down from heaven to carry me home And he gave her one last kiss and died And he gave her his Vincent to ride
5.
Well they all said Louise was not half bad It was written on the walls and window shades Though she'd act the little girl A deceiver, don't believe her that's her trade Sometimes a bottle of perfume, Flowers and maybe some lace Men brought Louise ten cent trinkets Their intentions were easily traced Everybody knew at times she cried But women like Louise they get by And everybody thought it kind of sad When they found Louise in her room They'd all put her down below their kind Still some cried when she died that afternoon Louise rode home on the mail train Somewhere south I heard it said Too bad it ended so ugly, Too bad she had to go this way The wind is blowing cold tonight Good night Louise, good night
6.
Margaret Thatcher on TV Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing It seems strange that she should be offended The same orders are given by her I've said this before now You said I was childish and you'll say it now "Remember what I told you If they hated me they will hate you" England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving Young mother down at Smithfield 5 am, looking for food for her kids In her arms she holds three cold babies And the first word that they learned was "please" These are dangerous days To say what you feel is to dig your own grave "Remember what I told you If you were of the world they would love you" England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving.
7.
I had a show a few weeks ago its getting harder and harder to sing and it is hard to focus on my guitar playing when inside a baby is kicking At first I was sad and scared cause this is all I know how to do then John and Peter played standing up sometimes something will change and that change will change you. then I thought back to six years ago when Brian Pilkton told me to play he gave me a car, a typewriter, a guitar before that all I could do was count days. then I thought back to before my coma rehab in Tacoma, my junkie roommates all that I knew how to do was put cigarettes out on my self, I took pills and I drank. and I thought back to when I was 15 how I was squeaky clean, and I wanted to die I was feeding the homeless while combating loneliness all that I could do was keep living a lie. then I think back to that 12 year old poet how she didn't know it was what she would be all she could do was hide under her bed scared to death that somebody might read her diary see I have changed and I'll keep on changing and maybe my songwriting will suffer but its okay if at the end of the day all i can do next is just be a good mother its okay if at the end of the day all i can do next is be a good mother.
8.
In the heat of the summer When the pavements were burning The soul of a city was ravaged in the night After the city sun was sinkin' Now no one knows how it started Why the windows were shattered But deep in the dark, someone set the spark And then it no longer mattered Down the street they were rumbling All the tempers were ragin' Oh, where, oh, where are the white silver tongues Who forgot to listen to the warnings? On and on come the angry No longer following reason And all the stores were the target now Where just the other day they were buyin' Drunk with the memory of the ghetto Drunk with the lure of the looting And the memory of the uniforms shoving with their sticks Asking, "Are you looking for trouble?" "No, no, no," moaned the mayor "It's not the way of the order Oh, stay in your homes, please leave us alone We'll be glad to talk in the morning" "For shame, for shame," wrote the papers "Why the hurry to your hunger? Now the rubble's resting on your broken streets So you see what your rage has unraveled" Baricades sadly were risin' Bricks were heavily flyin' And the loudspeaker drowned like a whisperin' sound When compared to the angered emotions And when the fury was over And the shame was replacing the anger So wrong, so wrong, but we've been down to long And we had to make somebody listen In the heat of the summer...
9.
Painted over the walls the saddest colour of blue posters covered in glass favorite curbside grab red Valentine's card stuck on the mirror to keep record player made of tubes spinning Tommy by The Who There's no time to waste There's no time to wait Keys on the hook by the door for the truck sold years ago standing guitars in the case filling up closet space vintage 40's wardrobe pink Emerson radio old lace dress I bought in the store motorcycle boots on the floor There's no time to waste There's no time to wait Sirens up on the street smoke is burning my eyes and the neighbours are screaming at me I can only carry one thing I can only carry one thing There's no time to waste There's no time to wait
10.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward! the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be King Over the sea to Skye. Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar, Thunderclouds rend the air; Baffled, our foes stand by the shore, Follow they will not dare. Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward! the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be King Over the sea to Skye. Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep, Ocean's a royal bed. Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep Watch by your weary head. Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward! the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be King Over the sea to Skye. Many's the lad fought on that day, Well the Claymore could wield, When the night came, silently lay Dead on Culloden's field. Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward! the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be King Over the sea to Skye. Burned are their homes, exile and death Scatter the loyal men; Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath Charlie will come again.
11.
You just want to live your life The best way you know how But they keep on telling you That you are not allowed They say you are sick That you should hang your head in shame They are pointing fingers And want you to take the blame There are days when people are So nasty and convincing They say things beyond belief That sting and leave you wincing And to boot they say their words Come straight down from above And they really seem to think That what they're doing counts as love This pain It is a glacier moving through you And carving out deep valleys And creating spectacular landscapes And nourishing the ground With precious minerals and other stuff So, don't you become paralyzed with fear When things seem particularly rough Don't you pay them fuckers as they say no never mind They don't give two shits about you. It's the blind leading the blind What they want is commonly referred to as theocracy And what that boils down to is referred as hypocrisy Don't listen to anyone; get answers on your own Even if it means that sometimes you feel quite alone No one on this planet can tell you what to believe People like to talk a lot, and they like to deceive This pain It is a glacier moving through you And carving out deep valleys And creating spectacular landscapes And nourishing the ground With precious minerals and other stuff So, don't you become paralyzed with fear When things seem particularly rough This pain It is a glacier moving through you And carving out deep valleys And creating spectacular landscapes And nourishing the ground With precious minerals and other stuff So, don't you become paralyzed with fear When things seem particularly rough
12.
I can't draw I can't paint I can't write I'll never be a saint But I can sing and I can say I love you so much But I can sing and I can say I love you so much But I can sing and I can say I love you so much I can't read your favorite philosophies I can't sculpt something beautiful for you to see But I can sing and I can say I love you so much

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YOU GOT ME SINGING.
in august, 2015, i was eight months pregnant, and my dad jack and i went into a studio in upstate new york and recorded 12 cover songs.
i wrote a much, much longer story HERE…
bit.ly/JAFP-YouGotMeSinging

the album is available for only $1 on bandcamp because all the studio costs were covered by my supporters at www.patreon.com/amandapalmer.
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released July 15, 2016

Amanda Palmer - vocals, piano, ukulele, glockenspiel, mellotron, vibraphone
Jack Palmer - vocals, guitar
Joe Costa - tambourine, thundersheet

Photography: Kyle Cassidy
Design Implementation: Emily Weiland
Recorded and Mixed by Joe Costa
Recorded at Dreamland Studio, Hurley, NY
Mixed at Middletree Studio, Nashville, TN
Pedal Steel: Rob Stein
Mastering: Fluid Mastering

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