Green Street Sessions
by Hope and Tim
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Portrait of a Scene
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We Fell in Love
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Old John
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Marianne
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Variety Blues
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Lover's Leap
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Southern Belle
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These United States
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Thinking
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Ohio
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about
This is a collection of songs that were recorded over the course of a few days with Dan Clark at Green Street studios. With their perfections and imperfections, most of these songs are in their earliest and most naked forms. Through songs of love, protest, history, and faith Hope Glenn's soulful voice meets Tim's unconventional sound to make a collection that shows true promise.
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released 27 September 2011
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The soulful vocal stylings of Hope Glenn meet the upbeat folk guitar work of her husband, Tim Glenn. The result is something
new, yet familiar, singable, and fun. Like butter on your pancakes, the music melts in front of you before you fall in love.
We're married, so don't get any ideas.
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- Track Name: Portrait of a Scene
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January comes like a cold, freezing up roses, making your nose red
A broken up radio reads like a bible, sings like a child
A window lies on the floor with a baby left crying, and a mother is scorned
A choir singing for love, every mouth at your doorstep with a booklet in hand
A brittle man takes hold of a younger man's journey, holding on to a son
Beating down on us all, we're hanging like laces from a telephone pole
Call it a race to the past, call it black and white voices telling stories of home
Call it a lover who asks to go sing with the daisies lying under oak trees
A boy is gambling hope from an old empty rope swing, leave it dangling there
Running from being alone, home is not where the heart is when it's broken and cold
Bricks of gold covered in watered down mortar, and a tides coming in
There's a girl waiting for you, if you're caught breaking in - Track Name: We Fell in Love
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We fell in love in a church yard, wearing Sunday's best
So much more than just a temporary fix, no this is not a test
There's a ruffle in your feathers, and a shuffle in your step
My mind races from word to word, won't you just come and shut me up
And with a bar room band quartet, I'll buy a round and everyone is joining in
A little red abandoned schoolhouse, we can live in for a day
We'll dream our lives away with every passing hour, come whatever come what may
A banjo tries a little tenderness, a soulful drummer's drum
A little mix of you and me, and we'll find ourselves a song
And with a bar room band quartet, I'll buy a round and everyone is joining in
Who knew that love could be so wild and wonderful, pain and sorrow filled, cold as a tundra, hot as a whiskey still, high as a tight rope while your heart's feeling black and blue?
I wish that I could be, I wish that I could see you
oh, those baby blues
It's in your eyes, it's in those Colorado skies that we were under
oh, I'm here with you, I'm by your side
no avalanche of force can pull us under
and when your house of cards has fallen,
you've got me loving you, can't help but loving you - Track Name: Old John
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Old John says come on down to yonder river, by and by
They are washing souls clean, down the river, by and by
Passed lovers floating freely down the river, by and by
Sin and sorrow washed completely down the river, by and by
Old times passed you by, those things that made you cry
are floating, floating down
Down the side roads, I have wondered, bound and broken, I have strayed
Years I've waisted on tomorrow, never living for today
She is calling, calling sweetly, lover come home, lover come
I am running, running freely to the arms that I call home
Old times passed you by, those things that made you cry are floating, floating down - Track Name: Marianne
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Hands in the air, and their feet on the ground
asking forgiveness, their soul to be found
Down in the bayou there's a voice singing out
a music called gospel, finger picking on sound
Heed without warning, make a move on my beliefs
make a record, turn a speaker, put the dirt right on my face
hands squeezing tighter and the blood is running thin
and the almighty dollar is marching
Spent the days dancing on collared blues
Hallelujah my Lord! Have you heard the good news?
oh my soul
Marianne, won't you play us a tune?
Holding hands in the church yard, we will carry through
Days are lasting so long, she's been molding thoughts of you
The songs that play inside her, meant to gather more than two
Marianne you're not a racer, love a circle for those who lose
If you're gonna take the spoils, you've got nothing left to prove
Spent the days dancing on collared blues
Hallelujah my Lord! Have you heard the good news?
oh my soul
Marianne, won't you play us a tune?
Holding hands in the church yard, we will carry through
Hopped a train from Poughkeepsie, heading east of New York
Left my shoes on the rooftop, my hem on the floor
and I feel more like swimming, so start kicking your legs
no use fighting that current without holes in your jeans
no your hats not worth bringing, leave your coat at the door
they don't help much for singing or settling scores
Hope I don't bat an eye at the sirens and songs,
yeah I hope I believe, hope that I don't belong,
yeah I hope I believe, hope that I don't belong,
hope the saints are still lovers and the lovers have songs
yeah I hope I believe, hope that I don't belong,
hope the saints are still lovers and the lovers have songs
Spent the days dancing on collared blues
Hallelujah my Lord! Have you heard the good news?
oh my soul
Marianne, won't you play us a tune?
Holding hands in the church yard, we will carry through - Track Name: Variety Blues
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From the top of a seven inning stretch
Davey looks and he's got me on the left
asking "who's on first?" and the rest
asking "who's on first?" getting laughs
Shooting winks at the ladies in drag
People, they don't know what he'd do
for a penny on a Sunday in his shoe
and the sound of a dozen hands clapping for a man
who's the voice of a city in the humid Georgia air
Well it's a hell of a living, a swell of a life
They'll call you silly, pull you down from the spire
The guilt growing in you, you know it ain't true
cause you never heard of the variety blues
no, you never heard of the variety blues
He said "son, they've been taking all of me
ever since I can remember, but it's all you can ever need,
and the only thing I believe in is a chuckle drenched in gin, and the look on the face of a lover drenched in sin."
It's a hell of a living, a swell of a life
They'll call you silly, pull you down from the spire
The guilt growing in you, you know it ain't true
cause you never heard of the variety blues
no, you never heard of the variety blues - Track Name: Lover's Leap
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She tells a story about a heart and the faith of a lover's leap
say's "I'm going home, I'm going home
The days last so long and we got nothing to eat
I'm going home, I'm going home
Gonna climb that mountain, and all the while I'll sing
I'm going home, I'm going home
This beat up Chevy makes a sound like a Model T
I'm going home, I'm going home
He'll be tugging on her heart strings, with a red light beating life in to hard warn stories
don't ever let that baby down
He says "you and me, babe, we got no where to go
that ain't your home, that ain't your home
this fault line running right through the heart of me
your life's not your own, you life's not your own
He'll be tugging on her heart strings, with a red light beating life in to hard warn stories
don't ever let that baby down
your life's not your own
my body and soul
wrapped up in this mount we stand on
I'm going home - Track Name: Southern Belle
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southern belle's been ringing all night long
no time for dreaming, cause in they'll all wake up
tugging on her notes to hear her song, the notes are singing
never gonna leave this tower
I ain't ever seen curves like that before
baby's just looking to kiss and tell
and oh, I'm cracked like a liberty bell
feel a little cold against my skin
her mind is a wanderlust, and mine's left wondering
are you gonna leave and let me love
the notes that I've always known
never gonna leave this tower
I ain't ever seen curves like that before
baby's just looking to kiss and tell
and oh, I'm cracked like a liberty bell
with the peal of a rolling thunder
with a chorus that could hold me under you
with the tenor of a trumpet singing
that's the sound, of holding on to you - Track Name: These United States
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Big Al picked a fight in Madison with Billy looking on
and with a red heart yelling "the jig is up!"
Billy made his move, and he got tangled up
Can't buy the butcher for the pain
cutting lies ain't just like cutting veins
somebody gonna put you in the ground
you better find you lover, cause he ain't leaving town
Who's on the bad side of town?
Chicago gonna love me anyhow
Big money's got someone to blame
Big money gonna buy away your shame
Johnny boy gonna sell his name to a party making love to a beauty queen
Who's on the bad side of town?
Chicago gonna love me anyhow
Searching for a corner in this ring
No home in "These United States" - Track Name: Thinking
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I've been thinking about loving you
but what do I believe?
I've been thinking about falling for you
laying daydreaming on the shelf
My whole life I might just keep denying you
drawing portraits in the sand
I've been thinking about dreaming of you
Hours pass by being measured by the sand
Thoughts keep on living, but you keep being gone
My world keeps spinning to keep my feet down on the ground
It's funny what made sense, cause what makes sense is crazy now
I've been thinking about loving you
don't you get it wrong
I've been dreaming about being with you
think of all those things I've done
I've been wondering if you love me too
did I end up in the wrong town?
Missing you is something I might always do
Hours pass by being measured by the sand
Thoughts keep on living, but you keep being gone
My world keeps spinning to keep my feet down on the ground
It's funny what made sense, cause what makes sense is crazy now
I've been thinking about loving you
don't you get it wrong
