You Got Me Singing
by Jack & Amanda Palmer
Sean Collin Mehmet
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
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
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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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
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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
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Again (Melanie Safka)
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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.
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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...
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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
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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.
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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
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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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about
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.
please consider joining in so i can make EVEN MORE ART.
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.
please consider joining in so i can make EVEN MORE ART.
credits
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
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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