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The Carousel
The Carousel
© 2011 Nancy Magarill/Kevin Hunter
There’s a crack in the middle of this crazy world
And it’s stuffed with plastic bags, paper dolls empty cans and foil
And it’s growing bigger and stretching out like twisted taffy and caramel
Into a long long long sticky mess that might stop the carousel
Round and round we go
Hold on tight before she blows
There’s a trap at the bottom of the ocean floor
And it’s wedged between the residue of pirate ships and private wars
And it’s dark and dim, lights flickering like a dream tossed on a lucky coin or shell
And there’s a long long long murky rope that might choke the wishing well
Round and round we go
Hold on tight before she blows
Beneath the silver light
The hungry (hopeful) souls pass by
On speckled fireflies
Into the changing skies
And as the seasons turn
The oil and lamplights burn
A thousand lessons learned
But only silence heard
© 2011 Nancy Magarill/Kevin Hunter
There’s a crack in the middle of this crazy world
And it’s stuffed with plastic bags, paper dolls empty cans and foil
And it’s growing bigger and stretching out like twisted taffy and caramel
Into a long long long sticky mess that might stop the carousel
Round and round we go
Hold on tight before she blows
There’s a trap at the bottom of the ocean floor
And it’s wedged between the residue of pirate ships and private wars
And it’s dark and dim, lights flickering like a dream tossed on a lucky coin or shell
And there’s a long long long murky rope that might choke the wishing well
Round and round we go
Hold on tight before she blows
Beneath the silver light
The hungry (hopeful) souls pass by
On speckled fireflies
Into the changing skies
And as the seasons turn
The oil and lamplights burn
A thousand lessons learned
But only silence heard
Damn Boy
© Nancy Magarill/Luke Ebbin
Damn Boy
You’re crazy
Your headlights cracked your vinyl’s torn
And all 4 tires, they’re tired and worn
But still somehow you manage to drive on
Damn boy you’re somethin’ else
Ain’t no one gonna take you for a ride
Where ya goin’ to when the road is through?
And you’re so strong but still so weak
One rusted engine shot and blown
Through all the years and all the signs
With every passing mile that’s come and gone
Still somehow you manage to drive on
Where ya goin’ to when the road is through?
Maybe it’s time, maybe it’s time, maybe it’s time to stop and turn back
Maybe it’s time, maybe it’s time to stop, maybe it’s time to stop and turn back now
Where ya goin’ to when the road is through?
© Nancy Magarill/Luke Ebbin
Damn Boy
You’re crazy
Your headlights cracked your vinyl’s torn
And all 4 tires, they’re tired and worn
But still somehow you manage to drive on
Damn boy you’re somethin’ else
Ain’t no one gonna take you for a ride
Where ya goin’ to when the road is through?
And you’re so strong but still so weak
One rusted engine shot and blown
Through all the years and all the signs
With every passing mile that’s come and gone
Still somehow you manage to drive on
Where ya goin’ to when the road is through?
Maybe it’s time, maybe it’s time, maybe it’s time to stop and turn back
Maybe it’s time, maybe it’s time to stop, maybe it’s time to stop and turn back now
Where ya goin’ to when the road is through?
Boom
© Nancy Magarill
I can be clever when I want to
I’ve got a way with words
but this morning I’m humbled here as I tumble through yesterday’s hurt
it’s like the groove has gone so deep
that I can hardly speak
boom
I can re-live every moment
recall every breath
but I admit that I’m almost afraid to give in
afraid of what’s next
just like the crash that fades away
slowly leaving me
boom
and I’m somewhere lost between the feel
and feeling something real
but I’ve never felt so far so far so far behind
I can be clever when I want to
I’ve got a way with words
but this morning I’m humbled here as I stumble through yesterday’s burn
it’s like the groove has gone so deep
that I can hardly speak
boom
© Nancy Magarill
I can be clever when I want to
I’ve got a way with words
but this morning I’m humbled here as I tumble through yesterday’s hurt
it’s like the groove has gone so deep
that I can hardly speak
boom
I can re-live every moment
recall every breath
but I admit that I’m almost afraid to give in
afraid of what’s next
just like the crash that fades away
slowly leaving me
boom
and I’m somewhere lost between the feel
and feeling something real
but I’ve never felt so far so far so far behind
I can be clever when I want to
I’ve got a way with words
but this morning I’m humbled here as I stumble through yesterday’s burn
it’s like the groove has gone so deep
that I can hardly speak
boom
Where Are All the Beautiful People?
Where Are All the Beautiful People?
© Nancy Magarill
when I was young I believed that I could be anything
the world was big and it was free and I could dream dreams
now I learn as we grow old the truth is traded bought and sold
and we will do as we are told it’s cold so cold
where are all the beautiful people
now each night I rest my head upon the lies that I have read
i think that maybe we are dead or maybe we’re all afraid
just in case I close my eyes and pray into the fading skies
that maybe one day we will find that there’s a sweeter way
where are all the beautiful people
one day I thought I heard a voice from the past but he rushed away
he left me standing there alone in his trail with my dreams of yesterday
guess he had nothing to say
© Nancy Magarill
© Nancy Magarill
when I was young I believed that I could be anything
the world was big and it was free and I could dream dreams
now I learn as we grow old the truth is traded bought and sold
and we will do as we are told it’s cold so cold
where are all the beautiful people
now each night I rest my head upon the lies that I have read
i think that maybe we are dead or maybe we’re all afraid
just in case I close my eyes and pray into the fading skies
that maybe one day we will find that there’s a sweeter way
where are all the beautiful people
one day I thought I heard a voice from the past but he rushed away
he left me standing there alone in his trail with my dreams of yesterday
guess he had nothing to say
© Nancy Magarill
Love Goes Where Love Goes
© Nancy Magarill
Well it was 20 past three and I was goin’ on the 5th night in a row…
I was foolin’ with the blinds when I caught you two boys givin’ it a go,
well it’s not really my style, but I learned something out there in the shadows…
it doesn’t matter what you like ’cause love goes where love goes
Now I’m not one to watch but I admit you both kept me intrigued…
I was touched by your emotions…drawn in like I was solving a mystery…
there was the smallest hint of blue, that covered me out there in the shadows…
and it unveiled the simple truth, that love goes where love goes
the way you hold each other, you touch each other,
you kiss each other and make love to each other,
you prob’ly get mad at each other and cry all night for each other and you blame each other,
forgive each other too…
just like I do
Well, I confess that I’ve been ignorant dressing up in someone else’s heels…
and I’ve stormed and I’ve paraded with all the doors and all the windows sealed…
but you gave me one good lesson last night, while out there in the shadows…
that I’m no judge of what’s wrong and what’s right ’cause love goes where love goes.
© Nancy Magarill
Well it was 20 past three and I was goin’ on the 5th night in a row…
I was foolin’ with the blinds when I caught you two boys givin’ it a go,
well it’s not really my style, but I learned something out there in the shadows…
it doesn’t matter what you like ’cause love goes where love goes
Now I’m not one to watch but I admit you both kept me intrigued…
I was touched by your emotions…drawn in like I was solving a mystery…
there was the smallest hint of blue, that covered me out there in the shadows…
and it unveiled the simple truth, that love goes where love goes
the way you hold each other, you touch each other,
you kiss each other and make love to each other,
you prob’ly get mad at each other and cry all night for each other and you blame each other,
forgive each other too…
just like I do
Well, I confess that I’ve been ignorant dressing up in someone else’s heels…
and I’ve stormed and I’ve paraded with all the doors and all the windows sealed…
but you gave me one good lesson last night, while out there in the shadows…
that I’m no judge of what’s wrong and what’s right ’cause love goes where love goes.
Falling
I Am Not a Monster
© Nancy Magarill
Sometimes I just need to go a little crazy
just gotta act like a stupid girl
gotta stomp my feet throw a hissy fit
Now don’t go makin’ more of it
yeah sometimes I kinda think that I’m invincible
And yeah sometimes i pretend I’m tough and strong
I flip the bird just to get away with it
I don’t even give a shit
But I am not a monster I am only human
I am not a cunt a slut a fuckin bitch
I’m just tryin’ to figure it
Sometimes I think maybe I’m too much for you
And sometimes I think I prob’ly go too far
And sometimes I wanna throw it in toss my hands up
Sometimes I just had enough
And yeah sometimes I wanna force a big reaction
yeah sometimes I wanna mess around all night long
and sometimes I just wanna kick my heels up go nuts
lose any self control
I can be a child or I can be a woman
And I can run wild
Or tackle the whole world full on
Sometimes I let my urges get the best of me
And sometimes i bet my fragile nerves take hold
And sometimes I’m just a pure shot of estrogen
Laced with adrenalin
© Nancy Magarill
Sometimes I just need to go a little crazy
just gotta act like a stupid girl
gotta stomp my feet throw a hissy fit
Now don’t go makin’ more of it
yeah sometimes I kinda think that I’m invincible
And yeah sometimes i pretend I’m tough and strong
I flip the bird just to get away with it
I don’t even give a shit
But I am not a monster I am only human
I am not a cunt a slut a fuckin bitch
I’m just tryin’ to figure it
Sometimes I think maybe I’m too much for you
And sometimes I think I prob’ly go too far
And sometimes I wanna throw it in toss my hands up
Sometimes I just had enough
And yeah sometimes I wanna force a big reaction
yeah sometimes I wanna mess around all night long
and sometimes I just wanna kick my heels up go nuts
lose any self control
I can be a child or I can be a woman
And I can run wild
Or tackle the whole world full on
Sometimes I let my urges get the best of me
And sometimes i bet my fragile nerves take hold
And sometimes I’m just a pure shot of estrogen
Laced with adrenalin
The Circus is Back in Town
© Nancy Magarill
There we were pitching hope in the back of this haphazard tent.
There was no one around but the two of us partially spent
and out of the car came two hundred more clowns
and the circus is back in town.
And I’d already wasted a twenty on some peanuts,some pretzels and drinks
when I spotted that old fortune teller, she was fast asleep.
And the sign, it was drooping above her in purple and blue.
Almost insulting, so obvious telling us what we both knew.
“This is the last chance to get at the truth, but it’s gonna cost you”.
And we’d each heard incredible stories of miraculous visions and dreams,
so we gathered up all our belongings, quietly.
And we started to make our way over ’cause we secretly wanted to see.
But the clown in the hot pink suspenders was giving a show.
He was juggling a dozen sharp knives, didn’t want us to go.
And he made it quite clear through the cracks of his pancaked smile…
even clowns need attention once in awhile. So we gave him his due.
For a moment or two.
Wasn’t much of a price just to touch one tiny life.
And nobody could’ve predicted the impact of one thankful tear,
not even the three legged triplets, who had disappeared.
And the tightrope below us got tighter and the net started slipping away.
There we were pitching hope in the back of this haphazard tent.
There was no one around but the two of us partially spent
and out of the blue came this beautiful clown and the circus is back in town.
© 2001 Nancy Magarill
© Nancy Magarill
There we were pitching hope in the back of this haphazard tent.
There was no one around but the two of us partially spent
and out of the car came two hundred more clowns
and the circus is back in town.
And I’d already wasted a twenty on some peanuts,some pretzels and drinks
when I spotted that old fortune teller, she was fast asleep.
And the sign, it was drooping above her in purple and blue.
Almost insulting, so obvious telling us what we both knew.
“This is the last chance to get at the truth, but it’s gonna cost you”.
And we’d each heard incredible stories of miraculous visions and dreams,
so we gathered up all our belongings, quietly.
And we started to make our way over ’cause we secretly wanted to see.
But the clown in the hot pink suspenders was giving a show.
He was juggling a dozen sharp knives, didn’t want us to go.
And he made it quite clear through the cracks of his pancaked smile…
even clowns need attention once in awhile. So we gave him his due.
For a moment or two.
Wasn’t much of a price just to touch one tiny life.
And nobody could’ve predicted the impact of one thankful tear,
not even the three legged triplets, who had disappeared.
And the tightrope below us got tighter and the net started slipping away.
There we were pitching hope in the back of this haphazard tent.
There was no one around but the two of us partially spent
and out of the blue came this beautiful clown and the circus is back in town.
© 2001 Nancy Magarill
Wake Up (remix)
© 2010 Nancy Magarill
I wanna wake up
I wanna open my eyes
see that you’re lyin’ here beside me all night
I want it real, I wanna be together
just like they said it’s supposed to be
you and me
forever
I wanna wake up
every once in awhile
2 or 3 in the morning with the lights of the city goin’ down
I wanna feel every inch every part of you
and I want it to last all night
just like it used to
and I think it’s gonna be alright
this dreamin’
Once I fold myself into the sky
and start believin’
believin"
I wanna wake up
I wanna open my eyes
see that you’re lyin’ here beside me all night
I want it real, I wanna be together
just like they said it’s supposed to be
you and me
forever
© 2010 Nancy Magarill
I wanna wake up
I wanna open my eyes
see that you’re lyin’ here beside me all night
I want it real, I wanna be together
just like they said it’s supposed to be
you and me
forever
I wanna wake up
every once in awhile
2 or 3 in the morning with the lights of the city goin’ down
I wanna feel every inch every part of you
and I want it to last all night
just like it used to
and I think it’s gonna be alright
this dreamin’
Once I fold myself into the sky
and start believin’
believin"
I wanna wake up
I wanna open my eyes
see that you’re lyin’ here beside me all night
I want it real, I wanna be together
just like they said it’s supposed to be
you and me
forever
Glass
Glass
© 2009 Nancy Magarill Dave Eggar
what are we made of?
Some times I wonder
is it flesh and bones or glass
and why aren’t we breathing?
why can’t we touch
is it smoke and mirrors or just too much?
a stone would break us down
a cut would crack through this facade
a blade would cut a figure 8 and we’d shatter to the ground
a stone would break us down
a cut would crack through this facade
a blade would cut a figure 8 and we’d shatter to the ground
what are we made of?
Some times I wonder
is it flesh and bones
flesh and bones or glass
© 2009 Nancy Magarill Dave Eggar
what are we made of?
Some times I wonder
is it flesh and bones or glass
and why aren’t we breathing?
why can’t we touch
is it smoke and mirrors or just too much?
a stone would break us down
a cut would crack through this facade
a blade would cut a figure 8 and we’d shatter to the ground
a stone would break us down
a cut would crack through this facade
a blade would cut a figure 8 and we’d shatter to the ground
what are we made of?
Some times I wonder
is it flesh and bones
flesh and bones or glass
What Would We Do if the World Stopped
words and music: Nancy Magarill
based on Ministry’s Psalm 69
I’m not afraid to love, I’ve got enough to waste
I’m not even afraid to let you know, I just hope that I’m not too late
yesterday you were my lover, today my enemy
tomorrow is too far away to imagine what more it might be
What would we do if the world stopped?
What would we do if the world stopped now?
(I feel like my heart is being touched)
I’m not afraid to fail and I can’t wait to fly
but I wanna know who I’m standin or fightin’ or landin’ beside
last night you were a stranger, tonight a memory
and maybe tomorrow we’ll find our way back to what’s left of the dream
(Give a little love)
What would we do if the world stopped? now?
What would we do if the world stopped now?
I feel, I feel, I feel, like my heart is being touched
I’m not afraid to love, I’ve got enough to waste
I’m not even afraid to let you know, I just hope that I’m not too late
What would we do if the world stopped? now?
words and music: Nancy Magarill
based on Ministry’s Psalm 69
I’m not afraid to love, I’ve got enough to waste
I’m not even afraid to let you know, I just hope that I’m not too late
yesterday you were my lover, today my enemy
tomorrow is too far away to imagine what more it might be
What would we do if the world stopped?
What would we do if the world stopped now?
(I feel like my heart is being touched)
I’m not afraid to fail and I can’t wait to fly
but I wanna know who I’m standin or fightin’ or landin’ beside
last night you were a stranger, tonight a memory
and maybe tomorrow we’ll find our way back to what’s left of the dream
(Give a little love)
What would we do if the world stopped? now?
What would we do if the world stopped now?
I feel, I feel, I feel, like my heart is being touched
I’m not afraid to love, I’ve got enough to waste
I’m not even afraid to let you know, I just hope that I’m not too late
What would we do if the world stopped? now?
Credits
Credits
Produced & arranged by Daniel Mintseris
Co-produced & arranged by Nancy Magarill
Recorded & mixed by Ken Rich @ Grand Street Recording
Additional recording: Millrose Music, Mindless Inertia Music & Useless Words Music
Mastered by: Jen Munson at Taloowa
String arrangements: Daniel Mintseris (Boom, Beautiful People, Falling, Circus, Glass)
Nancy Magarill/Colette Alexander (World Stopped)
Nancy Magarill/Dave Eggar (I Wanna Wake Up, Where Love Goes):
Grand Street string session produced by Daniel Mintseris/Dave Eggar
Acoustic & Electric Bass: Chris Kuffner
Bass Sample: Paul Barker (World Stopped)
Acoustic bass: Tim Lefebvre (Where Love Goes)
Acoustic guitar, piano (World Stopped), keyboards/programming (The Carousel, I Wanna Wake Up, World Stopped): Nancy Magarill
Cello & vocals (Glass): Dave Eggar
Cello: Colette Alexander (World Stopped)
Drums, paper, brushed cymbal: Yuval Lion
Electric guitar, pedal steel, & mandolin: Thad DeBrock
Sampled electric guitar: Kevin Hunter (The Carousel)
Clavinet , piano, keyboards, beat programming, harmonium, moog bass, & xylophone: Daniel Mintseris
Violin: Rachel Golub
Viola: Ron Lawrence
Falling poem read by David Barnes
Backup vocals: Tarina Szemzo (World Stopped)
Edie Pjipers (The Carousel, Beautiful People)
Melissa Diaz, Alessandra Migliaccio, Hannah Wolfe, Daniel Mintseris, Thad DeBrock, Yuval Lion and Chris Kuffner (Beautiful People)
CD design: Kim Sonsky Carousel photo/art: Mark Avers Photo of Nancy Magarill: Carol Lipnik
All songs written by Nancy Magarill except
The Carousel; music by Nancy Magarill/Kevin Hunter, lyric by Nancy Magarill
Damn Boy; music & lyrics by Nancy Magarill/Luke Ebbin
Falling; music by Nancy Magarill, Benjamin Nicolle, Daniel Mintseris, Dave Eggar, Poem by David Barnes, lyric by Nancy Magarill
Glass; music & lyrics by Nancy Magarill/Dave Eggar
What Would We Do if the World Stopped: lyrics and music by Nancy Magarill (This song was written from a competition by Tunecore in which Paul Barker and Ministry gave away samples from their song Psalm 69; many thanks to them)
Produced & arranged by Daniel Mintseris
Co-produced & arranged by Nancy Magarill
Recorded & mixed by Ken Rich @ Grand Street Recording
Additional recording: Millrose Music, Mindless Inertia Music & Useless Words Music
Mastered by: Jen Munson at Taloowa
String arrangements: Daniel Mintseris (Boom, Beautiful People, Falling, Circus, Glass)
Nancy Magarill/Colette Alexander (World Stopped)
Nancy Magarill/Dave Eggar (I Wanna Wake Up, Where Love Goes):
Grand Street string session produced by Daniel Mintseris/Dave Eggar
Acoustic & Electric Bass: Chris Kuffner
Bass Sample: Paul Barker (World Stopped)
Acoustic bass: Tim Lefebvre (Where Love Goes)
Acoustic guitar, piano (World Stopped), keyboards/programming (The Carousel, I Wanna Wake Up, World Stopped): Nancy Magarill
Cello & vocals (Glass): Dave Eggar
Cello: Colette Alexander (World Stopped)
Drums, paper, brushed cymbal: Yuval Lion
Electric guitar, pedal steel, & mandolin: Thad DeBrock
Sampled electric guitar: Kevin Hunter (The Carousel)
Clavinet , piano, keyboards, beat programming, harmonium, moog bass, & xylophone: Daniel Mintseris
Violin: Rachel Golub
Viola: Ron Lawrence
Falling poem read by David Barnes
Backup vocals: Tarina Szemzo (World Stopped)
Edie Pjipers (The Carousel, Beautiful People)
Melissa Diaz, Alessandra Migliaccio, Hannah Wolfe, Daniel Mintseris, Thad DeBrock, Yuval Lion and Chris Kuffner (Beautiful People)
CD design: Kim Sonsky Carousel photo/art: Mark Avers Photo of Nancy Magarill: Carol Lipnik
All songs written by Nancy Magarill except
The Carousel; music by Nancy Magarill/Kevin Hunter, lyric by Nancy Magarill
Damn Boy; music & lyrics by Nancy Magarill/Luke Ebbin
Falling; music by Nancy Magarill, Benjamin Nicolle, Daniel Mintseris, Dave Eggar, Poem by David Barnes, lyric by Nancy Magarill
Glass; music & lyrics by Nancy Magarill/Dave Eggar
What Would We Do if the World Stopped: lyrics and music by Nancy Magarill (This song was written from a competition by Tunecore in which Paul Barker and Ministry gave away samples from their song Psalm 69; many thanks to them)
The Unborn Children
The Unborn Children
music: Nancy Magarill/Daniel Mintseris
poem by Spalding Gray with permission of Kathie Russo
I have children in me
unborn children
in my eyes and in my thighs
i feel them in my hips
these unborn children in my hips
these unborn children in my hips
I have children in me
playing hide and seek in my hips
they come out to you through my eyes
they don’t find it impossible to love through my eyes
they don’t find it impossible to love through my eyes
Letting them out, the unborn children in glass shells, glass splinters
to all the places in earth splinters
in hesitation to be born, hesitation
I have children in me
unborn children Eyes stop the world
in my hips they hesitate
and play hide and seek
(these unborn children)
my sun sets in my groin
glass heat
music: Nancy Magarill/Daniel Mintseris
poem by Spalding Gray with permission of Kathie Russo
I have children in me
unborn children
in my eyes and in my thighs
i feel them in my hips
these unborn children in my hips
these unborn children in my hips
I have children in me
playing hide and seek in my hips
they come out to you through my eyes
they don’t find it impossible to love through my eyes
they don’t find it impossible to love through my eyes
Letting them out, the unborn children in glass shells, glass splinters
to all the places in earth splinters
in hesitation to be born, hesitation
I have children in me
unborn children Eyes stop the world
in my hips they hesitate
and play hide and seek
(these unborn children)
my sun sets in my groin
glass heat
Dirty Old Man
copyright 2007
words: Nancy Magarill
music: Nancy Magarill/Dave Eggar/Ron Lawrence
I got a weakness that I don’t wanna reveal
I wanna hold you so tight and keep it real
And so I rock myself to sleep as I drift into the gray
That way I’ll never, ever wreck you
losing myself along the way
I wanna be your dirty old man
And so I whisper, so that you’ll never hear
See if I give it all up now, you’re gonna disappear
Don’t wanna crush this pure thing, into a slow decay
Drying out, then dying, killing you along the way
I wanna be your dirty old man
Standing in your doorway, I wanna watch you undress
Alone in your room with the door just barely cracked
And then I’ll hang in the shadows as you turn off the light
Stand over your bed and watch you all night
And I though I might just go out of my mind denying myself
I know that I have to let this go,
and never let you know (never let you know)
That you’re so beautiful, so divine
Boy you’re so beautiful, you’re so divine
copyright 2007
words: Nancy Magarill
music: Nancy Magarill/Dave Eggar/Ron Lawrence
I got a weakness that I don’t wanna reveal
I wanna hold you so tight and keep it real
And so I rock myself to sleep as I drift into the gray
That way I’ll never, ever wreck you
losing myself along the way
I wanna be your dirty old man
And so I whisper, so that you’ll never hear
See if I give it all up now, you’re gonna disappear
Don’t wanna crush this pure thing, into a slow decay
Drying out, then dying, killing you along the way
I wanna be your dirty old man
Standing in your doorway, I wanna watch you undress
Alone in your room with the door just barely cracked
And then I’ll hang in the shadows as you turn off the light
Stand over your bed and watch you all night
And I though I might just go out of my mind denying myself
I know that I have to let this go,
and never let you know (never let you know)
That you’re so beautiful, so divine
Boy you’re so beautiful, you’re so divine
Sheep
copyright 2007
words and music: Nancy Magarill/Mikiodo
It’s a crazy world
& It’s swirlin’ down
Thru a tiny hole at the bottom
where dinner and hope funnel through.
It’s a wicked ride on the pony express
Jumping onto the cracked painted plastic cliches
Going right – going left
Everybody count
Close your eyes and go to sleep
Everybody count sheep
There are diff’rent ways
You can spin a tale
You can roll it around in your mouth
Turn pure shit into strawberry jam
It’s a freaky, freaky thing
When you jump on a hint
And you know deep inside that this dangerous ride that you’re on
just doesn’t feel right.
Everybody count
Close your eyes and go to sleep
Everybody count sheep
copyright 2007
words and music: Nancy Magarill/Mikiodo
It’s a crazy world
& It’s swirlin’ down
Thru a tiny hole at the bottom
where dinner and hope funnel through.
It’s a wicked ride on the pony express
Jumping onto the cracked painted plastic cliches
Going right – going left
Everybody count
Close your eyes and go to sleep
Everybody count sheep
There are diff’rent ways
You can spin a tale
You can roll it around in your mouth
Turn pure shit into strawberry jam
It’s a freaky, freaky thing
When you jump on a hint
And you know deep inside that this dangerous ride that you’re on
just doesn’t feel right.
Everybody count
Close your eyes and go to sleep
Everybody count sheep
I’ll Wait for You
Copyright 2007
words: Nancy Magarill
music: Nancy Magarill/Daniel Mintseris/Dave Eggar/Lucia Micarelli/Fritz Kreisler
you left your mark on me
like I’d been branded
now it’s your memory
that’s left me stranded
I’ll wait for you
just like you planned it
I’ll wait for you
til I can’t stand it
We’ll hope
and
we’ll try
and
we’ll fall
and
we’ll fly
and
we’ll laugh
and
we’ll cry
and
we’ll live
then
we’ll die
Copyright 2007
words: Nancy Magarill
music: Nancy Magarill/Daniel Mintseris/Dave Eggar/Lucia Micarelli/Fritz Kreisler
you left your mark on me
like I’d been branded
now it’s your memory
that’s left me stranded
I’ll wait for you
just like you planned it
I’ll wait for you
til I can’t stand it
We’ll hope
and
we’ll try
and
we’ll fall
and
we’ll fly
and
we’ll laugh
and
we’ll cry
and
we’ll live
then
we’ll die
Words
Words
copyright 2007
words: Nancy Magarill
music: Nancy Magarill/Dave Eggar/Gregor Huebner
words, tossed in the air
delicate angels, artful provacateurs
one day we’ll look back at the things we’ve said
and maybe we’ll lay in this unmade bed
traces of matter that might land
another existence that might have been
thoughts, fractured and broken
mysterious agents, concealing emotion
one day we’ll reflect on these crazy dreams
and welcome what’s left of our needs
traces of matter that might land
another existence that might have been
copyright 2007
words: Nancy Magarill
music: Nancy Magarill/Dave Eggar/Gregor Huebner
words, tossed in the air
delicate angels, artful provacateurs
one day we’ll look back at the things we’ve said
and maybe we’ll lay in this unmade bed
traces of matter that might land
another existence that might have been
thoughts, fractured and broken
mysterious agents, concealing emotion
one day we’ll reflect on these crazy dreams
and welcome what’s left of our needs
traces of matter that might land
another existence that might have been
Cowboy dans L’Eurostar
words: Nancy Magarill/Fabian Rozan
copyright 2003 music: Nancy Magarill
chemise plaid jeans fatigué
il traque les infideles a 16h30
par dessus les montagnes de polyester
dans un désert désoléee
il galope
il a des troubles dans sa tête
comme s’il regardait combattre
les Grosseille et les Duqesnay
juste avant une attaque
Bang, bang, shoot ’em up, il décharge
il y a un cowboy dans l’Eurostar
Bang, bang, planquez vous dans les placards
il y a un cowboy dans l’Eurostar
A 10 h15 le train s’arréte,
bloqué au passage àa niveau
on s’inquiete
mais le p’tit con qui est à la barre
crie les Indiens, les Indiens sont responsables….
et les hommes masqués sautent sur le train
avec les armes a progrés armes a progrés et les alibis
ils volent les comptes et caressent les fois caresse les fois
et les idiots confiants sont endormis
Bang, bang, shoot ’em up, il décharge
il y a un cowboy dans l’Eurostar
Bang, bang, planquez vous dans les placards
il y a un cowboy dans l’Eurostar
A minuit, le train redémarre
mais le chemin est maintenant differente
c’est une nouvelle voie pour un ancienne frontiere
et une promesse ancienne pour un nouveau mystére
Bang, bang, shoot ’em up, il décharge
il y a un cowboy dans l’Eurostar
Bang, bang, planquez vous dans les placards
il y a un cowboy dans l’Eurostar
words: Nancy Magarill/Fabian Rozan
copyright 2003 music: Nancy Magarill
chemise plaid jeans fatigué
il traque les infideles a 16h30
par dessus les montagnes de polyester
dans un désert désoléee
il galope
il a des troubles dans sa tête
comme s’il regardait combattre
les Grosseille et les Duqesnay
juste avant une attaque
Bang, bang, shoot ’em up, il décharge
il y a un cowboy dans l’Eurostar
Bang, bang, planquez vous dans les placards
il y a un cowboy dans l’Eurostar
A 10 h15 le train s’arréte,
bloqué au passage àa niveau
on s’inquiete
mais le p’tit con qui est à la barre
crie les Indiens, les Indiens sont responsables….
et les hommes masqués sautent sur le train
avec les armes a progrés armes a progrés et les alibis
ils volent les comptes et caressent les fois caresse les fois
et les idiots confiants sont endormis
Bang, bang, shoot ’em up, il décharge
il y a un cowboy dans l’Eurostar
Bang, bang, planquez vous dans les placards
il y a un cowboy dans l’Eurostar
A minuit, le train redémarre
mais le chemin est maintenant differente
c’est une nouvelle voie pour un ancienne frontiere
et une promesse ancienne pour un nouveau mystére
Bang, bang, shoot ’em up, il décharge
il y a un cowboy dans l’Eurostar
Bang, bang, planquez vous dans les placards
il y a un cowboy dans l’Eurostar
The Clown in the Bulletproof Vest
copyright 2003 Nancy Magarill
he smiles, it’s what he does best
he’s the clown in the bulletproof vest
makes a joke of us, then we do the rest
he’s the clown in the bulletproof vest
and nothin’ we say, nothin’ we do
will ever change his well oiled attitude
he laughs, as he lies through his teeth
he’s the clown in the black limousine
he’s a spoon-fed son-of-a-Bush
one more ivy league thief
he’s the clown in the black limousine
and nothin’ we say, no, nothin’ we do
will ever change the obvious lack of his aptitude
and nothin’ we say, no, nothin’ we do
will ever change the fact that this land that is your land
IS ALSO MINE TOO!!!!
So F*ck you George Bush,
you and the hawks you rode in on.
He smiles, it’s what he does best
he’s the clown in the bulletproof vest.
copyright 2003 Nancy Magarill
he smiles, it’s what he does best
he’s the clown in the bulletproof vest
makes a joke of us, then we do the rest
he’s the clown in the bulletproof vest
and nothin’ we say, nothin’ we do
will ever change his well oiled attitude
he laughs, as he lies through his teeth
he’s the clown in the black limousine
he’s a spoon-fed son-of-a-Bush
one more ivy league thief
he’s the clown in the black limousine
and nothin’ we say, no, nothin’ we do
will ever change the obvious lack of his aptitude
and nothin’ we say, no, nothin’ we do
will ever change the fact that this land that is your land
IS ALSO MINE TOO!!!!
So F*ck you George Bush,
you and the hawks you rode in on.
He smiles, it’s what he does best
he’s the clown in the bulletproof vest.
Invisible
Invisible
copyright 2007
words: Nancy Magarill
music: Nancy Magarill/Dave Eggar
Nothin’ you can see, nothin’ you can hold
nothin’ you can touch it’s invisible
nothin’ you can waste, nothin’ you can sell
nothin’ you can taste, it’s invisible
I thought I had you, between the lipstick and the paint
in every line, and every morning I’d erased
somehow you slipped in between the linen and the bed
I thought I’d found you somehow I lost you instead
Nothin’ you can see, nothin’ you can hold
nothin’ you can touch it’s invisible
nothin’ you can waste, nothin’ you can sell
nothin’ you can taste, it’s invisible
I thought I saw you in the 32nd frame
beneath the blinding flash
before the camera pulled away
thought you were laughing
you had fin’lly settled in
I thought I’d found you
somehow I lost you instead
Nothin’ you can see, nothin’ you can hold
nothin’ you can touch it’s invisible
nothin’ you can waste, nothin’ you can sell
nothin’ you can taste, it’s invisible
Invisible
copyright 2007
words: Nancy Magarill
music: Nancy Magarill/Dave Eggar
Nothin’ you can see, nothin’ you can hold
nothin’ you can touch it’s invisible
nothin’ you can waste, nothin’ you can sell
nothin’ you can taste, it’s invisible
I thought I had you, between the lipstick and the paint
in every line, and every morning I’d erased
somehow you slipped in between the linen and the bed
I thought I’d found you somehow I lost you instead
Nothin’ you can see, nothin’ you can hold
nothin’ you can touch it’s invisible
nothin’ you can waste, nothin’ you can sell
nothin’ you can taste, it’s invisible
I thought I saw you in the 32nd frame
beneath the blinding flash
before the camera pulled away
thought you were laughing
you had fin’lly settled in
I thought I’d found you
somehow I lost you instead
Nothin’ you can see, nothin’ you can hold
nothin’ you can touch it’s invisible
nothin’ you can waste, nothin’ you can sell
nothin’ you can taste, it’s invisible
Down Below the Rodeo
Down Below the Rodeo
copyright 2007
words: Nancy Magarill
music: Nancy Magarill/Dave Eggar
waiting here on the line 5:00 Monday
1,000 faces just like mine all going somewhere someday
I wish I knew each one by name so I could remember the little things
I wanna reach out but I keep it in
one more long slow ride under the lid waiting here on the line another day older
1,000 strangers marking time 1,000 good soldiers
I wish I knew each one by touch so I could remember what each one does
I wanna reach out but I keep it in
one more long slow ride under the lid Down below the Rodeo
We’re not going anywhere
it’s one long ride side by side
copyright 2007
words: Nancy Magarill
music: Nancy Magarill/Dave Eggar
waiting here on the line 5:00 Monday
1,000 faces just like mine all going somewhere someday
I wish I knew each one by name so I could remember the little things
I wanna reach out but I keep it in
one more long slow ride under the lid waiting here on the line another day older
1,000 strangers marking time 1,000 good soldiers
I wish I knew each one by touch so I could remember what each one does
I wanna reach out but I keep it in
one more long slow ride under the lid Down below the Rodeo
We’re not going anywhere
it’s one long ride side by side
The Ocean
copyright 2007
words: Nancy Magarill
music: Nancy Magarill/Dave Eggar
I opened the window and sat with my eyes closed
the wind blew the curtains and in fell the rain
I reached for a bucket to catch every drop but they
danced through my fingers onto the parquet
I slipped off my sandals and dipped my left toe
slid out of my robe and my silk camisole
then slowly descended into the unknown and it
felt like the ocean had swallowed me whole.
And I’m in completely now
one thousand feet down
and it’s dark and beautiful
not a soul around
and a blue whale’s watching
from his big left eye
with a quiet confidence
he glides.
I opened the window and sat with my eyes closed
the wind blew the curtains and in fell the rain
copyright 2007
words: Nancy Magarill
music: Nancy Magarill/Dave Eggar
I opened the window and sat with my eyes closed
the wind blew the curtains and in fell the rain
I reached for a bucket to catch every drop but they
danced through my fingers onto the parquet
I slipped off my sandals and dipped my left toe
slid out of my robe and my silk camisole
then slowly descended into the unknown and it
felt like the ocean had swallowed me whole.
And I’m in completely now
one thousand feet down
and it’s dark and beautiful
not a soul around
and a blue whale’s watching
from his big left eye
with a quiet confidence
he glides.
I opened the window and sat with my eyes closed
the wind blew the curtains and in fell the rain
Credits
Mixed by Nancy Magarill
Mix Consultant – Scott Young
Mastered by Jen Munson at DB Plus
The Sirius String Quartet is:
Cello – Dave Eggar
Violin – Gregor Huebner
Viola – Ron Lawrence
*Violin on "I’ll Wait for You" – Lucia Micarelli
Acoustic GTR – nancy Magarill/Benjamin Nicolle
Keyboards and Programming – Nancy Magarill/Daniel Mintseris/Nic Chinboukas/Benjamin Nicolle
All Vocals – nancy Magarill
Recorded at Useless Words Music/Spin Studios/Bushwick Studios
Mixed at Useless Words Music
copyright 2007. All rights reserved. the Sirius String Quartet is:
Dave Eggar/cello, Ron Lawrence/viola, Gregor Huebner/violin, with special guest Lucia Micarelli
The Unborn Children
poem – spalding gray
music – nancy magarill/daniel mintseris
produced by nancy magarill/daniel mintseris
Dirty Old Man
lyrics – nancy magarill
music – nancy magarill/dave eggar/ron lawrence
produced by nancy magarill
Sheep
lyrics/music – nancy magarill/mikiodo
produced by nancy magarill/nik chinboukas
I’ll Wait for You*
lyrics – nancy magarill
music – nancy magarill/dave eggar/daniel mintseris/lucia micarelli
and fritz kreisler
produced by nancy magarill/daniel mintseris /dave eggar
Words
lyrics – nancy magarill
music – nancy magarill/dave eggar/gregor heubner
produced by nancy magarill
Cowboy dans l’Eurostar
lyrics – nancy magarill/fabian rozan
music – nancy magarill
produced by nancy magarill/benjamin nicolle/Nik Chinboukas
The Clown in the Bulletproof Vest
lyrics/music – nancy magarill
produced by nancy magarill/nik chinboukas
Invisible
lyrics – nancy magarill
music – nancy magarill/dave eggar
produced by nancy magarill
Down Below the Rodeo
lyrics – nancy magarill
music – nancy magarill/dave eggar
produced by nancy magarill
The Ocean
lyrics – nancy magarill
music – nancy magarill/dave eggar
produced by nancy magarill
Mix Consultant – Scott Young
Mastered by Jen Munson at DB Plus
The Sirius String Quartet is:
Cello – Dave Eggar
Violin – Gregor Huebner
Viola – Ron Lawrence
*Violin on "I’ll Wait for You" – Lucia Micarelli
Acoustic GTR – nancy Magarill/Benjamin Nicolle
Keyboards and Programming – Nancy Magarill/Daniel Mintseris/Nic Chinboukas/Benjamin Nicolle
All Vocals – nancy Magarill
Recorded at Useless Words Music/Spin Studios/Bushwick Studios
Mixed at Useless Words Music
copyright 2007. All rights reserved. the Sirius String Quartet is:
Dave Eggar/cello, Ron Lawrence/viola, Gregor Huebner/violin, with special guest Lucia Micarelli
The Unborn Children
poem – spalding gray
music – nancy magarill/daniel mintseris
produced by nancy magarill/daniel mintseris
Dirty Old Man
lyrics – nancy magarill
music – nancy magarill/dave eggar/ron lawrence
produced by nancy magarill
Sheep
lyrics/music – nancy magarill/mikiodo
produced by nancy magarill/nik chinboukas
I’ll Wait for You*
lyrics – nancy magarill
music – nancy magarill/dave eggar/daniel mintseris/lucia micarelli
and fritz kreisler
produced by nancy magarill/daniel mintseris /dave eggar
Words
lyrics – nancy magarill
music – nancy magarill/dave eggar/gregor heubner
produced by nancy magarill
Cowboy dans l’Eurostar
lyrics – nancy magarill/fabian rozan
music – nancy magarill
produced by nancy magarill/benjamin nicolle/Nik Chinboukas
The Clown in the Bulletproof Vest
lyrics/music – nancy magarill
produced by nancy magarill/nik chinboukas
Invisible
lyrics – nancy magarill
music – nancy magarill/dave eggar
produced by nancy magarill
Down Below the Rodeo
lyrics – nancy magarill
music – nancy magarill/dave eggar
produced by nancy magarill
The Ocean
lyrics – nancy magarill
music – nancy magarill/dave eggar
produced by nancy magarill
it all comes down to You
it all comes down to You
© 2001 Nancy Magarill
faith i know and love i’ll fight for
but hope, i swallow hard like a drug some die each night for
it all comes down to you.
time, we’ve all wasted and the fear of losing more’s begun to grow
but it’s you that stirs my craving
it’s the hunger that follows me wherever i go
it all comes down to you.
and your eyes, they’re breathing me
stealing nights and feeding dreams
Fate, i’ll own and truth, i’ll pray heavy and hold for
‘cause you dig right through my skin
like a dark and haunting ghosts some would trade their souls for
it all comes down to you
© 2001 Nancy Magarill
faith i know and love i’ll fight for
but hope, i swallow hard like a drug some die each night for
it all comes down to you.
time, we’ve all wasted and the fear of losing more’s begun to grow
but it’s you that stirs my craving
it’s the hunger that follows me wherever i go
it all comes down to you.
and your eyes, they’re breathing me
stealing nights and feeding dreams
Fate, i’ll own and truth, i’ll pray heavy and hold for
‘cause you dig right through my skin
like a dark and haunting ghosts some would trade their souls for
it all comes down to you
Dancin’ with the Ghosts
© 2001 Nancy Magarill
words and music: Nancy Magarill
You caught me stone cold deep in the dead of breakfast
In your blue silk pajamas and your checkered robe
I was half asleep diggin the crust from the corners
Sippin my way to the rodeo
I was hangin on the edge of a very strange dream
Where it all was just about to make sense to meDancin with the ghosts…
dancin with the ghosts
At the border
There was an angel there dryin his wings on the carpet
He’d been flyin fast and so he’d fallen hard
He made a big red mess, drippin the dye from his fabric
Runnin’ straight from the arrow of his tatooed heart
I was hangin on the cusp of his every word
And I was just about to get what I deserve
Dancin with the ghosts
And I knew there was nothin to it
But your kiss blew a hole right through it
And then you spoke
And I awoke
You took a quick fast forward on the brink of madness
With your clean cut promises and second chance
I was 1/2 awake, pullin the pride from my pockets
Buyin my way to another dance
I was crawlin’ to the edge of the finish line
And I was fin’lly gonna get what’s really mine
© 2001 Nancy Magarill
words and music: Nancy Magarill
You caught me stone cold deep in the dead of breakfast
In your blue silk pajamas and your checkered robe
I was half asleep diggin the crust from the corners
Sippin my way to the rodeo
I was hangin on the edge of a very strange dream
Where it all was just about to make sense to meDancin with the ghosts…
dancin with the ghosts
At the border
There was an angel there dryin his wings on the carpet
He’d been flyin fast and so he’d fallen hard
He made a big red mess, drippin the dye from his fabric
Runnin’ straight from the arrow of his tatooed heart
I was hangin on the cusp of his every word
And I was just about to get what I deserve
Dancin with the ghosts
And I knew there was nothin to it
But your kiss blew a hole right through it
And then you spoke
And I awoke
You took a quick fast forward on the brink of madness
With your clean cut promises and second chance
I was 1/2 awake, pullin the pride from my pockets
Buyin my way to another dance
I was crawlin’ to the edge of the finish line
And I was fin’lly gonna get what’s really mine
This Morning I Hate You
©2001 Nancy Magarill
words and music: Nancy Magarill
some days i think yes
and some days i think
no and sometimes i forget
the things iÁve always known
and some words seem much bigger
than whatÁs printed on the page
and some souls theyÁre much thinner
than the picture they portray
and sometimes i love red, love yellow, brownish black and blue,
yeah sometimes i love everything
but this morning i hate you.
sometimes i like big,
but sometimes big’s too much
and sometimes i just need
and some nights that’s enough
and someone somewhere told me once
somethinÁs got to give
and sometimes i swear i’d give up
but i donÁt know where up is
and sometimes i like elvis, sheryl, prince, the clash and lou,
yeah, sometimes i love everyone
but this morning i hate you.
i swear it’s true,
i hate your brown green eyes,
your fabulous tattoo,
the long and sexy nights,
the funky way you dress
and how you light the room,
but what i hate the best’s
that I’m still missin’ you.
some things i just take,
some things i can’t and don’t
and sometimes i can fake it
but mostly i won’t
and sometimes i just need to get a grip or cop a feel
and sometimes i just need to hold on tight to something real
yeah, sometimes i even love wakinÁ up alone on a picture perfect sunday afternoon,
yeah, sometimes i love everything
but this morning i hate you.
©2001 Nancy Magarill
words and music: Nancy Magarill
some days i think yes
and some days i think
no and sometimes i forget
the things iÁve always known
and some words seem much bigger
than whatÁs printed on the page
and some souls theyÁre much thinner
than the picture they portray
and sometimes i love red, love yellow, brownish black and blue,
yeah sometimes i love everything
but this morning i hate you.
sometimes i like big,
but sometimes big’s too much
and sometimes i just need
and some nights that’s enough
and someone somewhere told me once
somethinÁs got to give
and sometimes i swear i’d give up
but i donÁt know where up is
and sometimes i like elvis, sheryl, prince, the clash and lou,
yeah, sometimes i love everyone
but this morning i hate you.
i swear it’s true,
i hate your brown green eyes,
your fabulous tattoo,
the long and sexy nights,
the funky way you dress
and how you light the room,
but what i hate the best’s
that I’m still missin’ you.
some things i just take,
some things i can’t and don’t
and sometimes i can fake it
but mostly i won’t
and sometimes i just need to get a grip or cop a feel
and sometimes i just need to hold on tight to something real
yeah, sometimes i even love wakinÁ up alone on a picture perfect sunday afternoon,
yeah, sometimes i love everything
but this morning i hate you.
that Noise | Anybody | girl on top of the World
Girl on Top of the World
© 2001 Nancy Magarill
words and music: Nancy Magarill
I’m a girl on top of the world in my blue satin dress
spinning around on my toes into an arabesque,
wind me up gently and we’ll do each movement together.
if you dip me in gold then i’ll be your tomorrow forever.
i’m a bird in a beautiful cage, perched on a swing.
i could be happy all day just whistlin’.
hang me up high from your beam and i’ll catch the sun,
but dare me and i’ll spread my wings and probably run.
‘cause the wind only takes you as far as you’re willing to travel
and the higher the wall and the wire, the harder the climb.
so it’s got to be worth all it’s weight in the heart that you carry.
across the line
i’m a girl on top of the world, spinning my fate.
the candle, the wick and the fire and all they illuminate.
offer a sip of your wine and i’ll drink your soul,
but deny me a piece of your bread and i’ll swallow you whole.
but the wind only takes you as far as you’re willing to travel
and the higher the wall and the wire, the harder the climb.
So it’s got to be worth all it’s weight in the heart that you carry
across the line.
© 2001 Nancy Magarill
words and music: Nancy Magarill
I’m a girl on top of the world in my blue satin dress
spinning around on my toes into an arabesque,
wind me up gently and we’ll do each movement together.
if you dip me in gold then i’ll be your tomorrow forever.
i’m a bird in a beautiful cage, perched on a swing.
i could be happy all day just whistlin’.
hang me up high from your beam and i’ll catch the sun,
but dare me and i’ll spread my wings and probably run.
‘cause the wind only takes you as far as you’re willing to travel
and the higher the wall and the wire, the harder the climb.
so it’s got to be worth all it’s weight in the heart that you carry.
across the line
i’m a girl on top of the world, spinning my fate.
the candle, the wick and the fire and all they illuminate.
offer a sip of your wine and i’ll drink your soul,
but deny me a piece of your bread and i’ll swallow you whole.
but the wind only takes you as far as you’re willing to travel
and the higher the wall and the wire, the harder the climb.
So it’s got to be worth all it’s weight in the heart that you carry
across the line.
| diver Beware | Nothin’
Credits
produced by michael ivan Berk and nancy Magarill
arranged by michael ivan Berk except “this morning I hate You” and “Nothin”;
arranged by nancy Magarill and michael ivan Berk.;
“Superman” and “girl on top of the World” arranged by nancy Magarill and dave Eggar.
mixed by eric Calvi at millrose Music, NYC.
mastered by howie Weinberg at Masterdisk, NYC.
Recorded and engineered at mike¡s mobile Unit/brooklyn,
useless words Music/NYC. and millrose Music, NYC.
it all comes down to You
written by nancy Magarill
nancy Magarill/acoustic guitar, vocals
michael ivan Berk/programming, bass and keyboards
dancin’ with the Ghosts
written by nancy Magarill
nancy Magarill/keyboards, vocals
michael ivan berk/programming
mike Rathke/electric guitar
this morning i hate You
written by nancy Magarill
nancy Magarill/acoustic guitar, programming, vocals
michael ivan Berk, programming
wayne Krantz, electric guitar
dave Eggar, cello
that Noise
written by nancy Magarill
Nancy Magarill/acoustic guitar, vocals
michael ivan Berk/programming
wayne Krantz/electric guitar
Anybody
written by nancy Magarill and greg Lynch
nancy Magarill/vocals
michael ivan Berk/ programming, bass
dave Eggar/cello
girl on top of the World
written by nancy Magarill
nancy Magarill, acoustic guitar, vocals
dave Eggar/cello.
Superman
written by nancy Magarill and ivy Markaity
nancy Magarill/vocals
dave eggar/cello
where love Goes
written by nancy Magarill
nancy Magarill/keyboards, vocals
michael ivan Berk/programming, bass, guitar
diver Beware
written by nancy Magarill and joe Mendelson
nancy Magarill/acoustic guitar/vocals
michael ivan Berk/programming,bass
dave Eggar/cello.
Nothin’
written by nancy Magarill
nancy Magarill/acoustic guitar, ebow, vocals,
mike Rathke/electric guitar
arranged by michael ivan Berk except “this morning I hate You” and “Nothin”;
arranged by nancy Magarill and michael ivan Berk.;
“Superman” and “girl on top of the World” arranged by nancy Magarill and dave Eggar.
mixed by eric Calvi at millrose Music, NYC.
mastered by howie Weinberg at Masterdisk, NYC.
Recorded and engineered at mike¡s mobile Unit/brooklyn,
useless words Music/NYC. and millrose Music, NYC.
it all comes down to You
written by nancy Magarill
nancy Magarill/acoustic guitar, vocals
michael ivan Berk/programming, bass and keyboards
dancin’ with the Ghosts
written by nancy Magarill
nancy Magarill/keyboards, vocals
michael ivan berk/programming
mike Rathke/electric guitar
this morning i hate You
written by nancy Magarill
nancy Magarill/acoustic guitar, programming, vocals
michael ivan Berk, programming
wayne Krantz, electric guitar
dave Eggar, cello
that Noise
written by nancy Magarill
Nancy Magarill/acoustic guitar, vocals
michael ivan Berk/programming
wayne Krantz/electric guitar
Anybody
written by nancy Magarill and greg Lynch
nancy Magarill/vocals
michael ivan Berk/ programming, bass
dave Eggar/cello
girl on top of the World
written by nancy Magarill
nancy Magarill, acoustic guitar, vocals
dave Eggar/cello.
Superman
written by nancy Magarill and ivy Markaity
nancy Magarill/vocals
dave eggar/cello
where love Goes
written by nancy Magarill
nancy Magarill/keyboards, vocals
michael ivan Berk/programming, bass, guitar
diver Beware
written by nancy Magarill and joe Mendelson
nancy Magarill/acoustic guitar/vocals
michael ivan Berk/programming,bass
dave Eggar/cello.
Nothin’
written by nancy Magarill
nancy Magarill/acoustic guitar, ebow, vocals,
mike Rathke/electric guitar
Credits
Nancy Magarill & the Heard
All songs written by Nancy Magarill.
Picture: Mark Berg/ Artwork: Scott Mahr
Pick Me /The Kiss/Then Hold Me/Useless Words/ I Don’t Know what I’d Do if I loved You/Surrender to You
the Heard:
Jeff Allen, bass; Bob Muller, drums/percussion; Mitch Rutman, electric guitar; Mark Stewart, acoustic guitar, cello, piano (Pick Me), add’tl electric guitar (Useless Words); ATN Stadwijk, keyboards; Nancy Magarill, vocals. Produced by Nancy Magarill & the Heard. Co-produced, recorded and engineered by Todd Whitelock. Asst. Engineer, Charlie A. Martinez; Mixed by Bob Muller @ Dangerous Music, NYC, Mastered by Christopher Muth.
All songs written by Nancy Magarill.
Picture: Mark Berg/ Artwork: Scott Mahr
Pick Me /The Kiss/Then Hold Me/Useless Words/ I Don’t Know what I’d Do if I loved You/Surrender to You
the Heard:
Jeff Allen, bass; Bob Muller, drums/percussion; Mitch Rutman, electric guitar; Mark Stewart, acoustic guitar, cello, piano (Pick Me), add’tl electric guitar (Useless Words); ATN Stadwijk, keyboards; Nancy Magarill, vocals. Produced by Nancy Magarill & the Heard. Co-produced, recorded and engineered by Todd Whitelock. Asst. Engineer, Charlie A. Martinez; Mixed by Bob Muller @ Dangerous Music, NYC, Mastered by Christopher Muth.
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Please note that If you are purchasing a download an email will be sent shortly after your purchase with a link with your download. Thank you!