The Basics: Produced by Jeff Balding, Janis Ian & Marc Moreau; recorded summer 2003 in Nashville, TN. For extensive details about the creation of this disc, please see The Making of a CD.
Personnel: Musicians: Jim Brock, Richard Davis, Dan Dugmore, Janis Ian, Harry Stinson. Vocalists: Dolly Parton, Harry Stinson
Inside Scoop: When Tina Abato and I put together The Making of a CD, we intended it to be a chance for fans to really see how an album is put together, with budgets, timelines, maybe a few rough mixes. Instead, we wound up with a fantastic six week excursion into the heart of record-making, with Dolly Parton letting us use the rehearsal tapes and everyone participating fully! This series is now used in dozens of colleges and universities as course material, which makes me very proud.
Billie's tears fall like dust
From the air into my eyes
Seeping in before they rust
Spilling secrets words can't hide
I am standing on the bones
of a mound too high to climb
Selling secrets to atone
for a song that is not mine
Billie's bones are white and bleached
Piled high and hard to reach
And the top looks cold and bleak,
but I see farther when I stand
on Billie's bones in Billie's land
There's an orchid in her hair
There are bruises on her lips
I would worship if i dared
kneeling at her fingertips
I would tell her how I've yearned
to be worthy of the grail
All these years and all I've learned
is just how brilliantly I fail
Billie's bones are white and bleached
Piled high and hard to reach
And the top looks cold and bleak
but I see farther when I stand
on Billie's bones in Billie's land
Now the flesh of earth has passed
Now the joints have come undone
All that's left of her is ash
Scattered on the air like crumbs
There are voices on the wind
Stolen whispers, sacred moans
You can hear them through your skin
and the singing of the bones
When the wind blows from the east
I can taste her on my tongue
And the grave is lined and paved with
all the songs we never sung
Billie's bones are white and bleached
Piled high and hard to reach
And the top looks cold and bleak
but I see farther when I stand
on Billie's bones in Billie's land
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When all my dreams have been shattered
and the fabric of life comes undone
When it seems like nothing matters
and all of my good times are gone,
There's a place that I've kept sheltered
\from the sight of my sorrow and shame
Though it's years since I beheld her,
she still calls my name
I'll go home, I'll go home
where the wild shadows roam
wnd the dawn over mountaintops spills
Where the deer pause in flight
on the edge of the night
I'll go home to my Tennessee hills
I'll go home to my Tennessee hills
When all my vows have been broken
and my wild heart can't be tamed
When I've loved and lost once too often
and failure is my middle name
There's a place that holds forgiveness
and the promise of peace in despair
When I'm down to my last witness
I'll be going there
I'll go home, I'll go home
where the wild shadows roam
and the dawn over mountaintops spills
Where the deer pause in flight
on the edge of the night
I'll go home to my Tennessee hills
I'll go home to my Tennessee hills
I'll go home, I'll go home
where the wild shadows roam
and the dawn over mountaintops spills
Where the deer pause in flight
on the edge of the night
I'll go home to my Tennessee hills
I'll go home to my Tennessee hills
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Every time I see you, I see Paris in your eyes
A hint of the forbidden, Brigitte Bardot style
Every time I dream of you, I dream that distant land
where I once held tomorrow in my hand
First time I saw Paris in your eyes
you told me how you loved me
under blue Picasso skies
We spoke of Michelangelo
and we solved each others' lives
the first time I saw Paris in your eyes
Every time I touched you,
I could taste a breath of spring
April in Paris is every lover's dream
Every time I'd call your name,
it would sound so much in tune
just like Notre Dame Cathedral at high noon
First time I saw Paris in your eyes
you told me how you loved me
under blue Picasso skies
We spoke of Michelangelo
and we solved each others' lives
The first time I saw Paris in your eyes
Now every time I see you
April showers seem to start
and they rain on every hope I have
'til they hurricane my heart
Every time I dream of you
I dream of what we had
and wonder, how could something so good go so bad?
The last time I saw Paris in your eyes
you told me you were leaving
under blue Picasso skies
We spoke of Michelangelo
and believed each others' lies
the last time i saw Paris in your eyes
The last time i saw Paris in your eyes
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(instrumental)
If I could only hear my mother sing again
If I could close my eyes and hear your voice as then
All the friends and family
would sing along with me,
and set your spirit free
In my heart I hear you sing again
Every note as natural as then
When I sing those songs
with family and friends,
in my heart I hear you sing again
I know the troubled times that turned your hair to grey
and all the tears and sorrows followed to your grave
but deep within the heart of hunger,
there were always melodies
passed from you to me
In my heart I hear you sing again
Every note as natural as then
When I sing those songs
for family and friends,
in my heart I hear you sing again
And it's a long, long road I've come
since my mother's songs were heard
but the child I can't outrun
still hangs on every word
In my heart I hear you sing again
Every note as natural as then
When I sing those songs
with family and friends,
in my heart I hear you sing again
In my heart, I hear you sing again
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Can you see the early morning chill
in the frost that covers this cold hill
Can you hear the high and lonesome sound
of shovels striking ground
Can you feel the earth begin to move
as though judgment day had come too soon
Can you taste the earth upon her lips
like one last lover's kiss
Can you hear the wind begin to howl
Too late, too late to turn back now
And the fiddle plays until it aches
and fills her resting place
Her mem'ry haunts his heart
Her body burned its mark
Her soul has flown from his embrace
no more to fear the dark
Oh jealousy, where is your sting
Who knows the poison fruit you bring
but fools rush in where angels fear
and lose the love they hold most dear
We will watch him riding through the gates
to the prison cell that now awaits
He will never no more see the sun
and she will be forever young
He will never no more see the sun
and she will be forever young
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Footsteps on gravel at the neighborhood bar
Things start to unravel, then they go too far
The sound of pain written on the wind
fades to grey and then goes dim
A boy is tied to a barbed wire fence
for the crows to ride and the claws to clench
For the sweet bouquet of blood and bone
to undermine the scent of collegiate cologne
What makes a man a man?
The cut of a coat, the hint of a tan?
It's not who you love, but whether you can
What makes a man a man?
Who did he harm, what was the crime?
Did he walk too lightly, did he seem too shy?
Did he make them wonder deep inside?
Did they feel like real men when he died?
Did the waning moon look down from on high?
Did the twinkling stars try to catch his eye?
Did the wind caress his flesh and bone?
Did they leave him there to die alone?
What makes a man a man?
The cut of a coat, the hint of a tan?
It's not who you love, but whether you can
What makes a man a man
Now the stars are nailed to an empty sky
The moon is pinned like a butterfly
and I'm afraid to shine too bright
since the day they took his life
So mothers, teach your children this
Don't overreach, don't run the risk
Hide in the shadows, don't expect
your good heart to save your neck
What makes a man a man?
The cut of a coat, the hint of a tan?
It's not who you love, but whether you can
What makes a man a man?
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* Also recorded by Joan Baez
Just the pattern of sunlight on a building
Just a flash in a window I was passing
Just a frame in a movie I remember
Amsterdam
Just the sound of a wheel in the gravel
Just the click of a heel in the pavement
Just a moment like any other moment
Amsterdam
I remember your lips
I remember your eyes
and the taste of the kiss
and your graceful goodbye
You lied... goodbye
Just the scent of perfume on the linen
Just the print of a palm on the pillow
Just the hint of the moon from the window
Amsterdam
Just a ghost in the steam on the mirror
Just a shadow of motion in the water
Just a need to look over my shoulder
Amsterdam
I remember your lips
I remember your eyes
and the taste of the kiss
and your graceful goodbye
You lied... goodbye
Just two lovers asleep in the silence
As I walk from the door
Just the weight of a heart as it's falling
Nothing more
I remember your lips
I remember your eyes
nd the taste of the kiss
nd your graceful goodbye
You lied... goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye...
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Who'll die by fire
Who will seek the flame
Whose heart's desire
has the most to gain
Who will beg for mercy
Who will bow their head
Who will suffer gladly
Who will welcome death
Who'll play the hero
Who will turn and run
Who'll always follow
someone else's drum
Who will die of beauty
Who will die of hope
Who will tell it truly
Who will leave it cloaked
Dead men walking in the world tonight
Dead men talking in my ear
I am afraid to ask too much
(and disappear when they are near)
Who'll call me lover
Who will call me friend
Who'll be my brother
Who will just pretend
Who will I surrender
Who will I defend
Will I be remembered
Will I rise again
Dead men walking in the world tonight
Dead men talking in my ear
I am afraid to ask too much
of what I hear when they are near
Dead men walking in the world tonight
Dead men talking in my ear
I am afraid to ask too much
They disappear when you are near
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In the heart of the city is the beat of a soul
and it stares out the window as the cars come and go
And it hungers for heroes, and it dreams of open skies
and there's no expectation that the sun will rise
You better save somebody
Save somebody
before the moment slips away
You better save somebody
who'll be lonely
when you walk away
There's a crack in the heavens, and a tear in the sky
It cuts through the shadows living in her eyes
And the gates of the city are closed until dawn
when the ghosts of midnight have come and gone
And the hearts of the weary carry on
You better save somebody
Save somebody
before the moment slips away
You better save somebody
who'll be lonely
when you walk away
And I'm thinking of your silence
How the memory lingers on
And I wonder do you miss me
now that I am gone
Now that I am gone
You better save somebody
Save somebody
before the moment slips away
You better save somebody
who'll be lonely
when you walk away
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If I had a mockingbird
for every tear I've shed,
the skies would rain with laughter
every time I raised my head
And every drop would be a tear
that fell upon the ground,
until the waters rose so high
that i must surely drown
And it's cold, cold, cold
and no hint of spring
Yes it's cold, cold, cold
when the mockingbirds sing
When I used to walk this earth
beneath the harvest moon
All the heavens rose above me
silent as a tomb
Now the skies are filled with noise
The moonlight wears a shroud
black enough to bury
every broken ugly vow
And it's cold, cold, cold
and no hint of spring
Yes it's cold, cold, cold
when the mockingbirds sing
If I had a mockingbird
for every lie I found,
the sky would fill with laughter
'til it shattered from the sound
and every piece that fell to earth
would land with such a spark
that finally there'd be flame enough
to warm my broken heart
And it's cold, cold, cold
and no hint of spring
Yes it's cold, cold, cold
when the mockingbirds sing
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Mary's eyes are startling blue
and her hair's Newcastle gold
and she walks the thin white line
between the body and the soul
She's as faithful to her history
as a novice to his fast
for she is standing on the bones of Ireland's past
She is singing of the Troubles
and a fire in the land
'til I can almost feel the famine
slipping through my trembling hand
And I wonder as I hear her
that the spirit still shines through
and she can reach across the ocean deep
and break my heart in two
Mary's wise as she is foolish
She's as constant as the tide
for it's a woman's heart that beats beneath
that stubborn Irish pride
We are saints and we are sinners
We are heroes we are thieves
We are all of us beginners
on the road to Galilee
We are singing of the Troubles
and a fire in the land
'til I can almost feel the famine
slipping through my trembling hand
And I wonder as I hear her
that the spirit still shines through
and she can reach across the ocean deep
and break my heart in two
So let us hoist a pint of silence
to the east where Ireland lies
and we'll stare across the waters
for a glimpse of Mary's eyes
We are ships without a harbor
We are sailors on dry land
and the song goes on forever
even though the record can't
We are singing of the Troubles
and a fire in the land
'til I can almost feel the famine
slipping through my trembling hand
And I wonder as I hear her
that the spirit still shines through
and she can reach across the ocean deep
and break my heart in two
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They said – Lay lay down in the water,
even though you don't believe
All your sins will be forgiven,
and your soul will be redeemed
So I walked into the water,
and I fell down to my knees,
and I took out some insurance,
and I bought a little peace
But when I lay down,
I lied
When I lay down,
I lied
She said – Carling do you love me?
And I said – Sure I do
And I led her to believe me,
as I proved that it was true
Well, I let my body love her
God knows I really tried
And the comfort of it touched her,
and her heart was satisfied
But when I lay down,
I lied
When I lay down,
I lied
to make them happy
and I lied so they would care
I lied 'cause i was lonely
and I lied 'cause i was scared
I lied so some would leave me
and I lied so some would stay
I lied until I lied my life away
I dreamed my life was over
and they laid me in my grave
I was frightened of forever
and the price I'd have to pay
And I thought that God would hate me
'cause I'd lived my life in sin,
but I felt the truth embrace me
as heaven let me in
And when I lay down
I lay down
and cried
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All tour dates updated on January 14, 2021
Swannanoa Gathering Fiddle Mando Banjo Week, Swannanoa, North Carolina, USA
Swannanoa Gathering Fiddle Mando Banjo Week
Swannanoa, North Carolina, USA
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For the first time, Janis will be giving her 5-day series "A Master Class In Artistry" during each of the Swannanoa Gathering weeks. The final week will also feature a second, more interactive class tentatively titled "War Stories". Time of classes is TBA; please check the website for more information. The 5 day class covers everything from the origins of artists to physicalization, songwriting for profit and not so much, performance, the need to be brave, how to survive as an artist in the modern world, and why bother. Points are illustrated with songs and playing as she takes us on a journey that begins with the first caveman to tell a story and continues through the myth of the artist as "crazy", the need for silence, and why she believes "art saves". Drawing on her 55 years of experience in the entertainment industry and her ten years with Stella Adler, presented with humor and grace, brutally honest, and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her students.
Swannanoa Gathering Traditional Song Week, Swannanoa, North Carolina, USA
Swannanoa Gathering Traditional Song Week
Swannanoa, North Carolina, USA
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For the first time, Janis will be giving her 5-day series "A Master Class In Artistry" during each of the Swannanoa Gathering weeks. Time of her classes is TBA; please check the website for more information. The 5 day class covers everything from the origins of artists to physicalization, songwriting for profit and not so much, performance, the need to be brave, how to survive as an artist in the modern world, and why bother. Points are illustrated with songs and playing as she takes us on a journey that begins with the first caveman to tell a story and continues through the myth of the artist as "crazy", the need for silence, and why she believes "art saves". Drawing on her 55 years of experience in the entertainment industry and her ten years with Stella Adler, presented with humor and grace, brutally honest, and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her students.
Swannanoa Gathering Celtic Week, Swannanoa, North Carolina, USA
Swannanoa Gathering Celtic Week
Swannanoa, North Carolina, USA
Phone:
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For the first time, Janis will be giving her 5-day series "A Master Class In Artistry" during each of the Swannanoa Gathering weeks. Time of her classes is TBA; please check the website for more information. The 5 day class covers everything from the origins of artists to physicalization, songwriting for profit and not so much, performance, the need to be brave, how to survive as an artist in the modern world, and why bother. Points are illustrated with songs and playing as she takes us on a journey that begins with the first caveman to tell a story and continues through the myth of the artist as "crazy", the need for silence, and why she believes "art saves". Drawing on her 55 years of experience in the entertainment industry and her ten years with Stella Adler, presented with humor and grace, brutally honest, and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her students.
Swannanoa Gathering Old Time Week, Swannanoa, North Carolina,
Swannanoa Gathering Old Time Week
Swannanoa, North Carolina,
Phone:
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For the first time, Janis will be giving her 5-day series "A Master Class In Artistry" during each of the Swannanoa Gathering weeks. Time of her classes is TBA; please check the website for more information. The 5 day class covers everything from the origins of artists to physicalization, songwriting for profit and not so much, performance, the need to be brave, how to survive as an artist in the modern world, and why bother. Points are illustrated with songs and playing as she takes us on a journey that begins with the first caveman to tell a story and continues through the myth of the artist as "crazy", the need for silence, and why she believes "art saves". Drawing on her 55 years of experience in the entertainment industry and her ten years with Stella Adler, presented with humor and grace, brutally honest, and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her students.
Swannanoa Gathering Cont. Folk & Guitar Week, Swannanoa, North Carolina, USA
Swannanoa Gathering Cont. Folk & Guitar Week
Swannanoa, North Carolina, USA
Phone: N/A
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For the first time, Janis will be giving her 5-day series "A Master Class In Artistry" during each of the Swannanoa Gathering weeks. Time of her classes is TBA; please check the website for more information. The 5 day class covers everything from the origins of artists to physicalization, songwriting for profit and not so much, performance, the need to be brave, how to survive as an artist in the modern world, and why bother. Points are illustrated with songs and playing as she takes us on a journey that begins with the first caveman to tell a story and continues through the myth of the artist as "crazy", the need for silence, and why she believes "art saves". Drawing on her 55 years of experience in the entertainment industry and her ten years with Stella Adler, presented with humor and grace, brutally honest, and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for her students.
The Kate, Old Saybrook, CT
The Kate
Old Saybrook, CT
Phone: (860) 510-0473
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Janis returns to The Kate a scant year later, at their insistence. She's sure it's too soon, they're sure it's not. She's writing furiously so she can present some new material, and looking forward to visiting one of her all-time favorite venues again! Expect some good, relaxed fun, some tears, an after-show appearance for signing things you've brought and things you may purchase at the "merch table"!!
Pearl Foundation private concert, , Massachusetts,
Pearl Foundation private concert
, Massachusetts,
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A private concert benefitting the Pearl Foundation.
Shalin Liu, Rockport, MA
Shalin Liu
Rockport, MA
Phone: (978) 546-7391
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Janis has been hearing about Shalin Liu from friends for more than a decade, and it's taken this long to coordinate schedules so she could do two nights in this prestigious venue. Expect old songs, new songs, stories, and time afterward for hellos and signing whatever you bring or buy! Since she'll be there for two nights, things should get a bit more relaxed than usual - maybe an extra step out guitar solo, or an audience Q&A. Who knows?! We can promise that this ten-time-Grammy-nominee will put on a great show, with plenty of heart and soul. 8 pm show
Shalin Liu, Rockport, MA
Shalin Liu
Rockport, MA
Phone: (978) 546-7391
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Janis has been hearing about Shalin Liu from friends for more than a decade, and it's taken this long to coordinate schedules so she could do two nights in this prestigious venue. Expect old songs, new songs, stories, and time afterward for hellos and signing whatever you bring or buy! Since she'll be there for two nights, things should get a bit more relaxed than usual - maybe an extra step out guitar solo, or an audience Q&A. Who knows?! We can promise that this ten-time-Grammy-nominee will put on a great show, with plenty of heart and soul. 8 pm start!
Shea Theater, Turners Falls, MA
Shea Theater
Turners Falls, MA
Phone: (413) 648-7432
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And the new venues just keep on coming! We're really excited that Janis will be playing this town-owned theater, a centerpiece of the Turner's Falls resurgence. Expect old songs, new songs, stories, and time afterward for hellos and signing whatever you bring or buy! * 8pm showtime