The Musician

by Jennifer Terran

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I consider this to be my first real record. Like a debut. Very close to my heart. Gave it all of me.

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released January 1, 2001

I thought to feature this older VERY SPECIAL record for a minute, as I plan to release it on vinyl very soon! Praised in ROLLING STONE, THE LONDON TIMES and making many top ten best album lists of the year. Yay independent music!!

Written, Produced, Mixed & Mastered - Jennifer Terran

String Arrangements - Brendan Statom & Jennifer Terran

Recorded in my bedroom on the riviera in Santa Barbara, California USA on analog machines and digital ones as well. I did the mastering myself (kicked my ass!) at Stayne's studio onto his incredibly cranky 1/2 inch tube tape deck and on through some lovely tube gear and back to the 0s and 1s we all know and love and that aliens would not be able to recognize with their alien ears (I.e. digital).

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THE MUSICIANS:

Jennifer Terran - Piano, voices, drums, flute, harp

Brendan Statom - Double Bass, electric bass

Misha Bodnar - Celllo

Laura Hextine - Violin

Laura Mihalka - Cello, electric guitar

Sally Barr - Violin

Kyann Wnuck - Drums & percussion

Chris Judge - Guitar

Tom Lackner: Drums

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Track Name: Liberty Lunch
The den was filled with fold out chairs
and a little stage for me...
Mom
she let me sing…
parents smiled and clapped at me.
Finally sure and sane at three.

She's late again.
I stare at sidewalk cracks
and kids that leave with cheerful moms in brown vans.
Shade of tree
the scent of schoolyard sand…
and that lunch nevermadeforme.

I stared up in the neighbors' tree
and rolled round in the ivy…
with sprinklers, leaves and dirt
and yells and pleads by ladies in plastic curls.

She's late again
I stare at sidewalk cracks
and kids that leave with cheerful moms in brown vans.
Shade of tree
the scent of schoolyard sand…
and that lunch nevermadeforme.

Behind my eyes…
now did you ever try to look?
that seeming quiet girl.
Who's head was a constant unstopping whirl….
A hell that was staleandsafe…
She was staleandsafe.
Staleandsafe…
stuck inside of me...

The tall ones talk like I'm not there.
A child can't really think.
So I learned how ignorance could hurt,
while their walls crashed down on me.

She's late again
I stare at sidewalk cracks...
And kids that leave with cheerful moms in brown vans.
Shade of tree
the scent of schoolyard sand…
and that lunchnevermadeforme.
Track Name: This Recording
By the time you hear this recording,
I will have moved on,
seasons will have changed.
But the past is ever flowing
and sad beauty wants to star in the sonic game,
she wants you to cry her name.

Way back someone stuck it to her deep,
since then she's strived to be unique,
till everything went divided,
worship me, worship me
Why do you wa nt love from twelve million people?
Sad beauty wants to star in the sonic game
she wants you to cry her name.

Peoples' prizes,
peoples' people prizes,
peoples' people prizes.
Can't stand to stand here,
but I can't go away.

Peoples' prizes,
peoples' people prizes,
peoples' people prizes.
Can't stand to stand here
but I can't go away
without people have I any way?
Have I any way, have I any way?

I feel like a secret.
I feel like a secret.
I feel like a coiled snake.
I feel like a secret.
I feel like a secret.
I feel like a coiled snake…
Feel like a secret
Feel like a secret and
I'm going to strike.

By the time you hear this recording,
will the record still be skipping?
Will the record still be skipping?
Track Name: The Painter
Understand
I'm not sad
This feels good
And someday…
I'll be heard
There's this urgency for expression
It's the instinct
It's my prerogative
It's my meaning

Understand
I know some of us won't hear
Or can't
Naturally you're threatened
When there's somebody trying to liberate
Those beasts you've worked so hard to conceal.
But your secrets have caused nothing but anguish
And it's only instinct for the painter
To make you a mirror
Mirror
Mirror....

Oh babe, oh babe
Gonna make you
A mirror
Mirror
Mirror
Track Name: Mad Magdaline
An executive was killed
not by a thrill
but by the churning of one girls' dream.

She had a purpose in heart
and a permanent part
in the sickness of the music scene.

It started with those demo tapes she sent him
and all those messages she left him.
Cause the way in which it stands,
you gotta be down with the man.

So one day she gets him on the street.
Do you see how his feet and the earth don't meet?
Cause he's looking at the stars and his fancy rich ass car.

"What about the Tom Waits'?" she said.
"Couldn't I have an audience like them?"
He said, "the stations would never play it...
as far as money we'd never make it."

She warned you, Mr. Record Man.
With her needy eyes, with her dirty face.
Oh mad Magdaline.
Oh mad Magdaline.
Will she ever know how lights can descend
on her fingers raging with amazing grace?
Oh mad Magdaline.
Oh mad Magdaline.

You cut 'em down to size.
You cut 'em down to size
with no shame…
ooooh
sickening game.

So the next time she saw the man on the street,
her music was well armored with a mean machine-
For he had ignored her all those years
despite her talent sweat and tears.

A little voice inside her said to stop.
But she could never deny
the expression of her eager heart.
So before she blew him away,
there'd be one more thing she'd have to say.

"Remember me?
No?
Well I'm here to stop the killer
of the real show.
Cause there's more music than what you hear
on the fucking radio
you ignorant bastard!"

She warned you Mr. Record Man.
With her knowing eyes
with her beautiful face.
Oh mad Magdaline,
my sweet Magdaline.
Yes she will know how lights can descend
on her m usic raging with amazing grace.
My brave Magdaline,
my sweet Magdaline.
She warned you Mr. Record Record Man,
she warned you Mister Big…
oh mad Magdaline…
give him a big hit…
Big hit for Mr. Big.
Big hit for Mr. Big!

Ooooh cut 'em down to size.
You cut 'em down to your size
with no shame...
oooh it's a sickening game.
Track Name: Sweet Love
Oh you are mine
Oh my sweet love
Yes
it's you, me and Kitty
Oh we are a family

Let's go far away
To the mountains
to the streams
Where we'll set up a tent
And you know what we'll do
Oh what it is to love you
To love you…

Oh come on over
And bring your pretty blue pills
Let's t ry for inspiration
And say no to the world
so we can get back to what is real
I get consumed
with the telephone
With my appointments
With the bills
When everything I do
is for love and for music
How is it that there ain't time to be revealed?
To be revealed
To be revealed
To be revealed
To be revealed

I need to sing about it
I need to sing about it
Track Name: Sounding A Simple Chord
Why do I feel so old?
Where did I go?
I used to be moved to tears
by the sound of a simple chord.
It was sweet.
I felt free.

Working these eight hour shifts
can take you away from it.
And you can't stand to witness
the waste
of your instrument.
You're smiling
when you don't feel like it.
You're dividing,
Surviving.

Come on,
get up
start over again
and again
and again
and again
and again.
Come on,
you know the way,
you better go there
or it's
Good Night.
Track Name: Emotional Laxatives
When I was a little kid
I showed my friend
what music could do to me
Oh ya… how it could make me cry

Sitting down in my living room
With that warn out record,
last song,
side two
And when it played
I'd just cry and cry
Don't ask me what was wrong
I was doing fine.

Grown ups used to bark at me
Saying adulthood was hard,
childhood was carefree.
It wasn't so
when they'd send their blows.
Now we've cluttered minds
clogged emotional bowels
There's a waste seeping over
And it will take your whole life
to clean it up
So mine as well try
for now
Taking a beautiful song
and just crying
and crying to it.

Do re mi fa
Do re mi fa
Mi fa so la
Mi fa so...
Track Name: Skating
I was skating around
When my ass hit the ground
And oh how bodies can bleed.

When there are so many eyes
And so many ears
Can't there be some for me
For me
For me
Just want you t o dance with me
Dance with me

I've been trying to tell you that
I found a new color
Don't you want to see it?
But whether you love it
Whether you hate it
I'm going to do
what I feel is right

Just want you to dance with me
Dance with me
Cause I've been trying to tell you
And I'll keep trying.
Track Name: Sticky Sweet 8 To 5 Lady
Sticky sweet 8 to 5 lady
Complains of he r bad headaches daily
And her doctor bills
And her cost for pills
Does 8 to 5 make people crazy?

She confides with me like I'm in
Bitching about everyone's sins
Like who the boss fucked
And his wife the cold duck
Does she talk about me?
More than maybe.

Sickening sweet 8 to 5 honey
Is cheating,
she's stealing the money
And it's hard to stand by
One who lives such a lie
I for one will not comply to that
"do as I say, not as I do"
I'm no slave and I am no fool!
She's so different from me.
And she sings so off key
But she does make me see
What it is to be…
Track Name: Unconditional Love
I do better
When you can love me
For being myself…
And you want the same from me

Like the river
Love is the mountain
That just lets you be
Free…
Where you're neither unseen
Nor seen

Sweet new fingers
Struggle to press down
On the ivory keys
She is crying
She is trying

She is breathing in ghosts
Of sight
Oh inhale
And you're light
And when you let out
Your song
First
turn you own self
On

I sing better
When I can love me…
Track Name: Grand Canyon
I'm getting into something
But I don't know what it is
I don't know what it is
But I'll know
when I get there.

I've traveled through miles of desert
And it seems that's all there is
I can't see anything else
Sometimes I think
I'll never find me again and that,

Grand Canyon
When I jump in
Commit my love to you
I can do anything.

Now tonight
Maybe you're getting into something
But you don't know what it's called
You don't know what it's called
Does it have to have a name?

Oh my god,
I see
The burning
breathing
ridge
And the sky
scarred red and big
I'm going to jump right off
I'm going to dive right into that,

Grand Canyon
When I jump in
Commit my love to you
I can do anything

It's like a batthatearns a clean, far hit
It's like the soprano falling into the mercy of that
Sweet high pitch
It's like music
when it's on
When it's
easy and clean
Certain and in need
Easy and clean
Certain and in need
Easy and clean
Certain and in need.
Track Name: Santa's Secret
Tree went down on the 26th
Dumped the food that made mybuttgetbig
Angel paper and Santa Claus
Are all half off in the shopping malls

Oh Awake my soul
Santa's on his way home.

Quite my job on the 31st
A job that robbed me of my thirst
My true self was in a deep dark sleep
My true self,
masked my creeps

Oh Awake my soul
Grizelda's on her way home.

Distractions can come in many forms
Like waiting for d to call me on the phone
But I'm going back to what my life Will be
When I don't crave him
will I be freer

Oh Awake my soul
Ben is on her way home

At first I'll have to force myself
To do the things that I love best
Won't wait another year
for Santa Claus
To bring to fruition
my true cause

Oh Awake my soul
I am on my way
Oh Awake my soul
I am on my way home