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you've got all that mojo
from your mama
in your hip blue jeans
and when you troll down the alley
no one cares and noone ever sees
that you're the one to beat
you don't shimmy
and I've never seen you shake it up
a white girl in a thai town ghetto
you're the kind of girl
that just might get me fired
you are so fucked up but
you're the s#!t 2 me
doo doo doo
and I know it sounds foolish
but I really get the feeling
we were meant to be
that's what my last girl told me
we can grow real old
get hitched and raise a family
i've got a little money
for my honey
in my crack blue jeans
and if ya wanna
we can kick it in the jungle
for a rumble
grow some pot
and suck a little green tea
and make history
you're the s#!t 2 me
*****
Music & Lyrics by Brett Lyda
Brett Lyda: vox, guitars, keys
Don Short: drums
Michael Feldman: piano
Jason Chesney: bass
Produced by
George Bernardo & Jeremy Underwood
Mixed by David Bianco
Recorded and engineered by George Bernardo, Jeremy Underwood, David Bianco, Michael Feldman, Brett Lyda, Geof Brandin, Michael Marqueson, Shawn Power and Brian Walsh
Recorded over three years in various houses and garages in Los Feliz, Silverlake, South Pasadena, Highland Park, Pasadena, Hollywood, Glendale, Culver City, San Gabriel, Echo Park, Happy Valley, North Hollywood, San Diego and St Lucia
Additional recording at
Dave’s Room in North Hollywood
and Spotless Digital Studios in San Diego
Mastered by Louie Teran at Marcussen Mastering
Design by Canteen
For more info and exclusive content:
www.elvisorbison.com
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take deep breaths
and drink a little water
settle down and surrender to the bottom
the pills have won
but l get the feeling you ain’t done
I have robbed and I have lied
and I have stolen from my kin
and I have sworn I was invincible
and pulled far away from all my friends
this is how I roll and how I think
and how I might pretend
but you’re the difference now today
between everything I do
and everything I did
so rise and take a stand
but offer no demands
‘cause if we don’t kick right today
then baby we may not have a chance
we’re drowning with the band
it’s like we just don’t give a damn
I just don’t understand
why I love drugs and
sex and money
and you
before when I was born,
my gramps, he was a hurricane
he drank until the death and as it were,
my mama did the same
their ghosts are in my blood
but my life is in your hands
so I’m begging you from the bottom up
please listen up to your man
so rise and take a stand
but offer no demands
‘cause if we don’t kick right today
then baby we may not have a chance
we’re drowning with the band
it’s like we just don’t give a damn
I just don’t understand
why I love sex and
drugs and money and
rolling them bones and
licking those lips
when you’re coming on strong and
you’re shaking that bong
I love every goddamn tiny sexy little thing about you
so take another breath and
let’s get set for hope and prosperity and
forget about that itch and heal the stitch,
the blood and the misery
for you are not a victim and
I am not a whore and
I’m begging you from the bottom up
can I give you just a little more and
understand
we’re drowning with the band
*****
Music and Lyrics by Brett Lyda
Brett Lyda: vox, guitars, keys
George Bernardo: drums, keys
Michael Feldman: piano
Jason Chesney: bass
Produced by
George Bernardo & Jeremy Underwood
Mixed by David Bianco
Recorded and engineered by George Bernardo, Jeremy Underwood, David Bianco, Michael Feldman, Brett Lyda, Geof Brandin, Michael Marqueson, Shawn Power and Brian Walsh
Recorded over three years in various houses and garages in Los Feliz, Silverlake, South Pasadena, Highland Park, Pasadena, Hollywood, Glendale, Culver City, San Gabriel, Echo Park, Happy Valley, North Hollywood, San Diego and St Lucia
Additional recording at
Dave’s Room in North Hollywood
and Spotless Digital Studios in San Diego
Mastered by Louie Teran at Marcussen Mastering
Design by Canteen
For more info and exclusive content:
www.elvisorbison.com
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Music and lyrics by
Stephen Malkmus & D.C.Berman
Brett Lyda: vox, guitars, bass
George Bernardo: drums
Produced by
George Bernardo & Jeremy Underwood
Mixed by David Bianco
Recorded and engineered by George Bernardo, Jeremy Underwood, David Bianco, Michael Feldman, Brett Lyda, Geof Brandin, Michael Marqueson, Shawn Power and Brian Walsh
Recorded over three years in various houses and garages in Los Feliz, Silverlake, South Pasadena, Highland Park, Pasadena, Hollywood, Glendale, Culver City, San Gabriel, Echo Park, Happy Valley, North Hollywood, San Diego and St Lucia
Additional recording at
Dave’s Room in North Hollywood
and Spotless Digital Studios in San Diego
Mastered by Louie Teran at Marcussen Mastering
Design by Canteen
For more info and exclusive content:
www.elvisorbison.com
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I was born from the belly of an angel
into the arms of a loving kind
there was so much hope
for a brand new life
but in the end I nearly died
then in my teens
I started running like a buck
so I took a little pill
and then I took a little puff
and then I packed another bowl
and I saddled up the truck
and then I drove it off the edge
and I never looked up
this medication
this medication's killing me
down in the Lower Haight
I slipped and fell in love
I met a girl
and I lied about the drugs
I lied lied lied lied
every single night
and it was paradise just for one
but over time it wasn't long
before my habits and lies
pushed her away before my very eyes
she was the one that could be my life
but she knew I was in hell
and so she buried me
this medication
this medication's killing me
the mad sensation
that sweet temptation's still in me
the bad vacations
the home invasions
are still in me
Cause I'm a demon
I'm a demon deluxe
but I'm keeping it shut
I'm a demon deluxe
Right now
after ten long years
and one day at a time
I'm a little banged up
but with a bad ass wife
I am so damn lucky
just to be alive
for what I've done
and where I've been
and I'm so so sorry
for the pain that I brought
and I never will again
if you forgive me or not
but I really need a friend
and god I want what you got
this medication
this medication's killing me
****
Music and lyrics by Brett Lyda
Brett Lyda: vox, guitars, keys
George Bernardo: drums
Woody Aplanap: wah guitar
Jason Chesney: bass
Doug Lunn: additional bass
Produced by
George Bernardo & Jeremy Underwood
Mixed by David Bianco
Recorded and engineered by George Bernardo, Jeremy Underwood, David Bianco, Michael Feldman, Brett Lyda, Geof Brandin, Michael Marqueson, Shawn Power and Brian Walsh
Recorded over three years in various houses and garages in Los Feliz, Silverlake, South Pasadena, Highland Park, Pasadena, Hollywood, Glendale, Culver City, San Gabriel, Echo Park, Happy Valley, North Hollywood, San Diego and St Lucia
Additional recording at
Dave’s Room in North Hollywood
and Spotless Digital Studios in San Diego
Mastered by Louie Teran at Marcussen Mastering
Design by Canteen
For more info and exclusive content:
www.elvisorbison.com
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you are the loveliest
girl in the room
you are cool
you are beautifully blue
you taught me many things
that I never use
it was you you bought me
these walking shoes
and we waited for another day
to come and blow us away
like perfume
sweet perfume
drifting in out of the room
sweet perfume
the sweet illusion
but still it came undone
and still nobody won
you are the kindest and sweetest
vision of grace and godliness
you are so blessed
and I wanna thank you
for bringing out the very very worst in me
and the very best
you gave me every beat of your heart
and every inch of your breast
and I’ve no regrets
but I cannot be who you want me to be
you will be missed
and we waited for another day
to come and blow us away
to come and make it ok
like perfume
sweet perfume
drifting in out of the room
sweet perfume
the sweet illusion
*****
Music and Lyrics by Brett Lyda
Brett Lyda: vox, guitars, additional piano
George Bernardo: drums
Jason Chesney: bass
Lloyd Tucker: piano
Michael Feldman: keyboards
Produced by
George Bernardo & Jeremy Underwood
Mixed by David Bianco
Recorded and engineered by George Bernardo, Jeremy Underwood, David Bianco, Michael Feldman, Brett Lyda, Geof Brandin, Michael Marqueson, Shawn Power and Brian Walsh
Recorded over three years in various houses and garages in Los Feliz, Silverlake, South Pasadena, Highland Park, Pasadena, Hollywood, Glendale, Culver City, San Gabriel, Echo Park, Happy Valley, North Hollywood, San Diego and St Lucia
Additional recording at
Dave’s Room in North Hollywood
and Spotless Digital Studios in San Diego
Mastered by Louie Teran at Marcussen Mastering
Design by Canteen
For more info and exclusive content:
www.elvisorbison.com
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I can see
you are not what you seem
something just won't set you free
all i can feel is your love
and it's bright
i think you see just a little too much
the rivers that sleep in your eyes
still run deep
you laugh with your lovers
then weep
and hold close the ones
you can't keep
something just won't set you free
all i can feel is your love
and it's right
all i can feel is your love
and it's bright
*****
Music by Brett Lyda
Lyrics by Brett Lyda & Alanna Lin
Brett Lyda: vox, gtrs, bass, lap steel, keys
George Bernardo: drums, vibes
Alanna Lin: vox
Debra Tala: piano
Kestrin Pantera: cellos
Produced by
George Bernardo & Jeremy Underwood
Mixed by David Bianco
Recorded and engineered by George Bernardo, Jeremy Underwood, David Bianco, Michael Feldman, Brett Lyda, Geof Brandin, Michael Marqueson, Shawn Power and Brian Walsh
Recorded over three years in various houses and garages in Los Feliz, Silverlake, South Pasadena, Highland Park, Pasadena, Hollywood, Glendale, Culver City, San Gabriel, Echo Park, Happy Valley, North Hollywood, San Diego and St Lucia
Additional recording at
Dave’s Room in North Hollywood
and Spotless Digital Studios in San Diego
Mastered by Louie Teran at Marcussen Mastering
Design by Canteen
For more info and exclusive content:
www.elvisorbison.com
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Welcome (Instrumental)
03:59
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welcome to my home
this is where I roll
this is where I sit
and settle in my shit
with my vacant stare
and my heavy airs
in the hush hush tones
this is where I’ve grown
it’s a lovely day
for a little pain
not a thing to say but
baby doll could you be my lover
when I was five
I fell asleep and died
and just for a moment
everything was fine
oh my god
could we get much higher
welcome to my hell
where I ring my bell
where I never pray
every other day
and when I bang my head
to some Grateful Dead
what I really mean to say is
sugarpill
have you seen my mother
when I was five
I fell asleep and died
and just for a moment
everything was right
oh my god
could we get much higher
and now that I am older
I see how that any day I might fly
so gentle flower I will ask you again and
darlin’ please don’t lie
baby could you be my lover
welcome to my home
this is where I roll
chillin’ with my friends
I hope you come again
****
Music and lyrics by Brett Lyda
Brett Lyda: vox, guitars, bass, keys
George Bernardo: drums
Michael Feldman: clavinet
David Bianco: additional percussion
Produced by
George Bernardo & Jeremy Underwood
Mixed by David Bianco
Recorded and engineered by George Bernardo, Jeremy Underwood, David Bianco, Michael Feldman, Brett Lyda, Geof Brandin, Michael Marqueson, Shawn Power and Brian Walsh
Recorded over three years in various houses and garages in Los Feliz, Silverlake, South Pasadena, Highland Park, Pasadena, Hollywood, Glendale, Culver City, San Gabriel, Echo Park, Happy Valley, North Hollywood, San Diego and St Lucia
Additional recording at
Dave’s Room in North Hollywood
and Spotless Digital Studios in San Diego
Mastered by Louie Teran at Marcussen Mastering
Design by Canteen
For more info and exclusive content:
www.elvisorbison.com
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don’t say a word
don’t sing a thing to me
speak with your heart
and knock me off my feet
‘cause I feel five years old
when you read me your riddles
and the world takes its toll
but life and love is free
and I’ll bet you think I sound naive
but this is what I need to sleep
I can see you
groovin’ up the ladder of success, girl
ooh it must be cool up
in the lap of luxury
and I hope it may bring you
all you need
don’t say a word
don’t say a thing to me
lend me your ears
and hear my body breathe
now the kids have all grown
while you’re off making kismet
if you answer the phone
do you ever sometimes feel alone
do you ever feel you’re not at home
god I love you but I feel alone
right down to the bone
don’t say a word
don’t sing a thing to me
speak with your heart
and leave it alone for me
****
Music and lyrics by Brett Lyda
Brett Lyda: vox, guitars
George Bernardo: drums
Debra Tala: piano
Jason Chesney: bass
John McDuffie: pedal steel
Produced by
George Bernardo & Jeremy Underwood
Mixed by David Bianco
Recorded and engineered by George Bernardo, Jeremy Underwood, David Bianco, Michael Feldman, Brett Lyda, Geof Brandin, Michael Marqueson, Shawn Power and Brian Walsh
Recorded over three years in various houses and garages in Los Feliz, Silverlake, South Pasadena, Highland Park, Pasadena, Hollywood, Glendale, Culver City, San Gabriel, Echo Park, Happy Valley, North Hollywood, San Diego and St Lucia
Additional recording at
Dave’s Room in North Hollywood
and Spotless Digital Studios in San Diego
Mastered by Louie Teran at Marcussen Mastering
Design by Canteen
For more info and exclusive content:
www.elvisorbison.com
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your smile breaks my heart
‘cause I know where you’ve been
the rings around your eyes
tell me every little thing
I swear I know you
I swear I know just what you mean
when I look at you
darling, I see me
we lost our mothers
to the disease
and leave our lovers
when it gets too deep
but we can heal now
we can pull up the weeds
and if we do our part
we can put it to sleep
you’re so much younger
but you’re smarter than me
you’re so much taller
when you stand on your heels
you don’t feel you could love me
but I feel you could
‘cause when I’m in your arms
it just feels
this is the part
where I turn up the heat
open up my heart
let it fall on my feet
I think I love you
I really love you
you could really use a
friend like me
****
Music and Lyrics by Brett Lyda
Brett Lyda: vox, guitars, bass, drums, keys
George Bernardo: glock keyboards
Michael Feldman: piano
Produced by
George Bernardo & Jeremy Underwood
Mixed by David Bianco
Recorded and engineered by George Bernardo, Jeremy Underwood, David Bianco, Michael Feldman, Brett Lyda, Geof Brandin, Michael Marqueson, Shawn Power and Brian Walsh
Recorded over three years in various houses and garages in Los Feliz, Silverlake, South Pasadena, Highland Park, Pasadena, Hollywood, Glendale, Culver City, San Gabriel, Echo Park, Happy Valley, North Hollywood, San Diego and St Lucia
Additional recording at
Dave’s Room in North Hollywood
and Spotless Digital Studios in San Diego
Mastered by Louie Teran at Marcussen Mastering
Design by Canteen
For more info and exclusive content:
www.elvisorbison.com
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all my brothers
sisters and others
are me
lost my lover
and I think
I finally see
that I can’t wait for you
to comfort me
I can’t wait for you
to let me be
uncles, cousins
aunts and others
are me
lost my lover
and now I think
I finally see
I can’t wait for you
to comfort me
I can’t wait for you
to let me be
****
Music and lyrics by Brett Lyda
Brett Lyda: vox, acoustic guitars, keys, bass
Michael Marquesen: electric guitars, keys, bass
George Bernardo: Big drums
Produced by
George Bernardo & Jeremy Underwood
Mixed by David Bianco
Recorded and engineered by George Bernardo, Jeremy Underwood, David Bianco, Michael Feldman, Brett Lyda, Geof Brandin, Michael Marqueson, Shawn Power and Brian Walsh
Recorded over three years in various houses and garages in Los Feliz, Silverlake, South Pasadena, Highland Park, Pasadena, Hollywood, Glendale, Culver City, San Gabriel, Echo Park, Happy Valley, North Hollywood, San Diego and St Lucia
Additional recording at
Dave’s Room in North Hollywood
and Spotless Digital Studios in San Diego
Mastered by Louie Teran at Marcussen Mastering
Design by Canteen
For more info and exclusive content:
www.elvisorbison.com
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Music and lyrics by
John Lennon
Brett Lyda: vox, guitars
Geof Brandin: bass
Bryan Landers: pedal steel
George Bernardo: drums
Produced by
George Bernardo & Jeremy Underwood
Mixed by David Bianco
Recorded and engineered by George Bernardo, Jeremy Underwood, David Bianco, Michael Feldman, Brett Lyda, Geof Brandin, Michael Marqueson, Shawn Power and Brian Walsh
Recorded over three years in various houses and garages in Los Feliz, Silverlake, South Pasadena, Highland Park, Pasadena, Hollywood, Glendale, Culver City, San Gabriel, Echo Park, Happy Valley, North Hollywood, San Diego and St Lucia
Additional recording at
Dave’s Room in North Hollywood
and Spotless Digital Studios in San Diego
Mastered by Louie Teran at Marcussen Mastering
Design by Canteen
For more info and exclusive content:
www.elvisorbison.com
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Elvis Orbison Los Angeles, California
It’s humid. There are hundreds of mosquitoes taking samples of you. The water flows languidly, almost tumbling over itself
in heaps. Even the grass is despondent. What can you do?
If you’re Brett Lyda aka Elvis Orbison, you wait. Patiently. Sooner or later something will move, letting you know it’s time. Time to move your index finger from the B string to the G. Then you wait some more.
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