New Song: Amarillo

April is coming

With amarillo genes

Her little feet once running

In poppy field dreams

But her world has gone angry

With too many mouths to feed

Left her skin and bones 

A child casualty

Will you eat?

Please do this for me

I'm so scared that I'm empty

So you're in good company

Won't you eat?

You know the moon is hungry

Heard he's made of cheese

And that's good enough for me

Sure is a long drive

Onto Cleveland Road

Where a momma leaves a baby

On the doorstep alone

The House was so scary

Made out pretty in paint

Housing skeletons

Because now their worlds need to wait  

Will you eat?

Please do this for me

I'm so scared that I'm empty

So you're in good company

Won't you eat?

You know the moon is hungry

Heard he's made of cheese

And that's good enough for me

Will your alien 

Come to take you away again?

To a galaxy 

Gone in the dark

Where you'll be lost to me?

Or will you find that rosey sunshiny you,

The strong you,

On your own

Sweet amarillo mine?

April is coming 

With depressed genes

Left her skin and bones

She's always beautiful to me

Will you eat?

Please just eat?

Whether you like it or not

Decide to eat

Just breathe

Eat

Day 1 or 1000

Bedtime. Finding I need to be DONE quickly at night. Fine. Fine. Fine... Fine... DONE. Now. Go away. Leave me alone. 

Barclay has been cowering. Odo bit him yesterday and snapped at him over a bone today. The fact that he's unhappy makes me unhappy. 

I'm dwelling in the past lately. My mental addiction. A limerence. My I'm having a difficult time not sticking on E. I listened to Blue Plate Fellas today - somewhere I have not been able to wander because it hurt too much. Finding more stones to turn over and expose the raw. Eventually, perhaps, these will all be upset and scab over so he and me and us no longer hurt. 

New Song! "No Sorry"

I knew I'd be one to feel like this again
My restless heart trying to crawl out from under my skin
You told me "You know how it'd be"
"Sweet girl I never promised a thing"
Even tell me you don't want to go
As your kisses goodnight land their blow

My quality is timed to your digital attentions
But I still like to fool myself we're playing in tempos unmentioned
I still tell you "I'm happy today"
Cause I was lucky to hold you one day
Then I tell you "I'm doing so well"
But seeing your face feels like living hell

It is what it is
Don't be so sensitve
It is what it is
No sorry

I'm temperate when we're together, it's ok and then
A frenzied feeding just cannot help start to begin
So you tell me "I'm here for you girl"
"If I could you know I'd fix your world"
And you tell me you just wanna stay
But you've got laundry and world to save

It is what it is
Don't be so sensitve
It is what it is
And no sorry

I know we're a healing machine

Alone in the dark we can't see

But together we find what we need

So just lay here with me

My body aches for one more heart felt rendition
But I can't seem to hold steady, fumbling with thoughts of lifelong intentions
You tell me you've appointments to keep
And everyday life that needs to stay sweet 
And even though I know my timing's the worst
I still wonder will I ever come first
Will I ever come first?

It is what it is
Don't be so fucking sensitve
It is what it is
So no sorry

http://youtu.be/r9QN4BBHS9o

New Song: Graveyard

If I croak in the graveyard will you just leave me there?
Would you mourn our love? Could you feel my hot chill in the air?
Would it leave you in a lonely nightmare?

Or would you find a sweet time in some floozy's hair?
While you're courting her would you lose yourself in the naughty affair?
Could you forget my touch after all these years?

While I'm rolling over the worms will play
So I'm rolling over cause a 'good girl' knows her place

Oh dear Anna
Didn't know that you had it in ya
Oh dear Anna
Can you forgive me one day?

When me and my spooks are alone we entertain ourselves with a game
Betting who's up first with some Abbott and Costello gag
The 'where' or 'who' is gonna land 'what' dame?

While I'm rolling over the worms will play
So I'm rolling over cause a 'good girl' knows her place

Oh dear Anna
Didn't know that you had it in ya
Oh dear Anna
Can you forgive me one day?

I'm laying stiff and the coroner arrived too late at the scene
I've departed and there's nothing she can do to save me
You better beg her for the happy ending

While I'm rolling over his worms will play
So I'm rolling over cause this 'good girl' knows her place

Oh dear Anna
Didn't know that you had it in ya 
Oh dear Anna
Can I forgive you one day?

A Democratic Approach to Songwriting

Yup. I wrote this song some months ago and moments before going live on PBS's The Playlist, the whole band got to vote on the name, as I wasn't too keen on the original. "Sweet Escape" it is.

Sweet Escape

Batten down your buoy and your green breeches
Then tie me a Windsor or an Oysterman’s
We’ll cast off and I’ll hold your heading
While you worry if she’s seaworthy
Is she seaworthy?

We shouldn't have sailed but you didn’t belay
Now the burdened vessel has to give right-of-way
So I trusted you to navigate
But you marooned me in a mirage that fades
Our mirage that fades

I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates like a quick release
I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates will just cut me free
Then make their sweet escape

Adrift in your wake when I was capsized
Where I once was wet the girls run dry
I’m washed up, crashed upon your shore
Drowning in your tide no more
In your tide no more

I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates only quick release
I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates will just cut me free
Then make their sweet escape

Lost in your cockpit
I’m a whore for you
Muster the captain
And gather the crew
All hands on deck
Cause I’m bleeding blue
The sharks in the water
Now what will you do?
Will you do?

I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates like a quick release
I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates will just cut me free
Then make their sweet escape

While I'm down on all fours
You'll make your sweet escape

The Playlist Videos

Innovative songwriter & performer Emily Jayne brings her original music to The PlayList. She delivers alternative pop style tunes on two keyboards, backed by Travis Crotteau, Mark Glen & Tyler Dubla.

I'M ON TV MOM!

Thursday, December 15th 2011 at 9pm on PBS North


I will be performing live on PBS's 'The Playlist,'
joined by Mark Glen on bass, Travis Crotteau
on guitar and Tyler Dubla on drums.


Look forward to "The Umbrella Waltz," "Sweet
Escape" and "The Blue Room."


Encores Saturday at 3pm and Sunday at 1:30pm.






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Wild Ponies: Hidden Verses

Climbing on the breeze she could taste it perfectly
A buttercup drowning by the stream
Never get it right with those muddy feet confined
Lost in the tide of a shallow dream

Lost and running in streams of green
Wearing shades of palomino coloring
Beat her down and run this one free
Tied off from your mental shackling

You’ve caught yourself some wild ponies darling
You’re lost in your jeremiad
You’ve caught yourself some wild ponies darling
You rope them in your purgatory

Hope you can ride and hang on tight
(Silent and loving is a gift from the Lord)
Cause her skin is crawling from the inside
(Shame-faced and faithful is a double grace)
Bear the load of your wet feet
Suckling your insecurity

You’ve caught yourself some wild ponies darling
You’re lost in your jeremiad
You’ve caught yourself some wild ponies darling
You rope them in your purgatory

Why can't these feet carry her faster?

Control of body can’t control the mind
(More bitter than death - woman a snare)
Now she’s ready this time to cross your line
(Her heart a trap and her hands are chains)
Better get on your phone and call this one back to you
Pure antidote for your hold

You’ve caught yourself some wild ponies darling
But you’re lost in your jeremiad
You’ve caught yourself some wild ponies darling
Lost in your purgatory


*Silent and loving is a gift from the Lord
Shame-faced and faithful is a double grace
More bitter than death-woman a snare;
Her heart a trap and her hands are chains

He Brings Me Sugar

don’t say morning’s come
don’t say it’s up to me
if I could take twenty five minutes
out of the record books

sugar
he brings me sugar

bobby’s collecting bees
and hammers he used one on me
cold war with little boys
get in with a bubble gum trade

and…
sugar, bring me sugar
and all the robins bring
bring me many things
but…
sugar, oh sugar

he brings me sugar
as far as I can tell
i’ve been gone for miles now

and you know and I know
i don’t know me very well

and I know and you know
if they found me out…

just watch, just watch, just watch what i do
sweet boy if they find you out
tell me what you think they’ll do

when they find you gotta little in here
tell me what you think they’ll do
when they find you out
when they find you out
find you

you’re such a pussy, my sweet boy
my sugar…

sugar
he brings me sugar
and all the robins bring
they bring me many things but…

Oh my God, my sweet boy
He's so sweet but we're just
Not enough hands

I'm gonna heal from this.

How many times do I have to say
To get away-get gone
Flip your shit past another lasses
Humble dwelling

You got your game, made your shot, and you got away
With a lot, but I'm not turned-on
So put away that meat you're selling

Cause I do know what's good for me-
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
I'm gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
Shit about me

How many times can it escalate
Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I'm much obliged to up and go

I'll idealize, then realize that it's no
Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and
There's nothing left to grieve
Fuckin go-

Cause I've done what I could for you, and I do know what's
Good for me and I'm not benefiting, instead
I'm sitting singing again, singing again, singing again,
Sing, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
I'm gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
Shit about me

New Song! Strawberry Kisses

I never lost my way
Until the day saw you came
Emerging fantasies
Restrained delicately
See your strawberry kisses

Far deep down in the wood
Where I fold down the hood
My echo reflecting
Your dew drop pearl glistening
Taste your strawberry kisses

Let it rain your heroin
Cause now you run through my veins
Let it rain your cocaine
If it’s my heart racing
Cause I found my bliss
In the kiss

The beat is quickening
Submerged at 215
Rose umbrella's grinning
My tears forced up out like rain
From your strawberry kisses

Let it rain your heroin
Cause now you run through my veins 
Let it rain your cocaine
If it’s my heart racing
Cause I found my bliss
In the kiss

With your mmm's
And your mmm's
And your good girl

Let it rain your heroin
Cause now you run free in my veins
Let it rain your cocaine
Now my heart's racing
Make me smile, you make me wild
Keeping the beat all the while
While we play come what may
I don’t believe what they say
Cause I found my bliss
In your kiss

Press hard as gravity
Unzipped this healing
Sparking in me you me
Count myself as lucky
With your strawberry kisses

Want your strawberry kisses


Scratch Audio

Maybe We're a Bliss of Another Kind

Inevitable Withdrawal

RIP Amy Winehouse

New Song: Sweet Escape

Batten down your buoy and your green breeches
Then tie me a Windsor or an Oysterman’s
We’ll cast off and I’ll hold your heading
While you worry if she’s seaworthy
Is she seaworthy?

We shouldn't have sailed but you didn’t belay
Now the burdened vessel has to give right-of-way
So I trusted you to navigate
But you marooned me in a mirage that fades
Our mirage that fades

I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates like a quick release
I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates will just cut me free
Then make their sweet escape

Adrift in your wake when I was capsized
Where I once was wet the girls run dry
I’m washed up, crashed upon your shore
Drowning in your tide no more
In your tide no more

I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates only catch and release
I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates will just cut me free
Then make their sweet escape

Lost on your cockpit
I’m a whore for you
Muster the captain
And gather the crew
All hands on deck
Cause I’m bleeding blue
The sharks in the water
Now what will you do?
Will you do?

I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates like a quick release
I didn’t have the time to see
That your pirates will just cut me free
Then make their sweet escape

(Cause you didn’t have the time to see
That my high's in cutting it free
You didn’t have the time to see
That my high’s in that numb release
My sweet escape)

While I'm on all fours
You'll make your sweet escape


Listen to scratch Audio Track

Is That All Right, Yeah?

Oh, my, my, little white lie

Just Like Me

CD Release Party June 11, 2011

Emily

Travis & Mark

Emily, Travis & Mark

Emily, Travis & Mark

Emily, Travis & Ethan

Emily, Travis & Ethan

Travis

Emily, Travis, Tyler & Mark


Photos by George Ellsworth:
Emily

Ethan

Mark

Ethan

Emily & Travis

Emily

Emily, Travis & Mark

Emily

Many CD Thank You's!

I want to personally thank all the AMAZINGLY TALENTED artists who have worked on this communal project. I know I will never be able to thank you enough.

Travis Crotteau for his outstanding musical talent that continually inspires me AND for his generosity of time and space, whom without this project would NOT be alive.

Tyler Dubla for his ever-constant solid foundations that manage to keep us all grounded yet floating freely in the vast firmament. Your ability to groove in the craziest of circumstances is a talent to be cherished.

Ethan Thompson for taking the time to lay some sweettt bass that fits more perfectly than I could have imagined.

Mark Glen for going with the flow and making the songs unique with his acoustic, upright groovin' flavor.

John White for rocking out on the songs that required a true punk edge.

James O'Neill for your flexibility and coming up with a fabulous piano part;

George Ellsworth for your generous time and incredible dedication to making the song work - 'Elephants' could not have been without you. And thank you for your flying fingers on the 'creepy' keys and bowing magic.

Joy Caza for hanging in until the last minute and blowing out something wonderful.

Chris Kelly for adding your manly pipes to the songs that required a little something special.

Joey Aikens, a dear, old friend of mine. Thank you for offering to help when you know I was freaking out. You are beyond sweet! Not to mention coming up with exactly what I was imagining.

Lastly, Nicholas 'Tiberius' Gosen. You have dedicated your talents for months to this project and it is amazing because of you. I cannot thank you enough, friend. Tres Generociones in round! Now, is that everyone?!

To the many artists who created an outfit for the paper doll project that my whim wanted with this CD: Tina Gilbert (Wild Ponies,) Joy Caza (Elephants Can Fly,) Natalia Pierandrei (The Umbrella Waltz,) Kate Jorgensen (Mr. Dick,) Jill Algren (In Eve's Skin,) John White (The Blue Room,) Christine Hoberg (Skinny White Ass.)

Certainly, a generous acknowledgement to my immediate family: John, Bella and Tori. They hid away for many hours so I could record this album here at home. Taking on the task of keeping Sam and Joony quiet. No easy task! You are loved and so very appreciated.

And lastly, to the Blue Plate Fellas, who have taught me much and inspired these songs.

I am honored and delighted that all of the talented folk have taken the time to participate and come together to create this amazing work. It is truly a work of art, both visually and sonically. I am proud to put my name on it and send it off into the world. I couldn't have done this without all of your talented collaboration. Thank you!



Love, Peace, Creativity~



Emily

CD review: Jayne’s ‘Blue Plate Fellas’ is special

By: John Ziegler, Duluth News Tribune


Emily Jayne describes herself as a musician, artist, writer, web designer, tattooist, raw foods chef, cook, wife, mother and someone who spends entirely too much time on the couch.

She also has a new release called “Blue Plate Fellas” that was recorded in her Cloquet home and features a kind of d.i.y. charm.

It’s a semi-jazzy stroll through a batch of original tunes that all seem to be vignettes involving everything from shady guys who aren’t what they appear to poor decisions on automobile purchases. Most involve fairly dysfunctional relationships that, if nothing else, served as fodder for future songs.

Jayne has a unique way of choosing where to place the accents in her vocal phrasing that causes me to pay attention to the syntax, like getting a rap on the knuckles with a wooden ruler. There’s a kind of sing-songy, hushed, breathy vibe as she glisses through multiple syllables in one fell swoop like Clifford Brown’s agile trumpet stylings.

Jayne has recruited a few of Duluth’s best players, such as bassists Ethan Thompson and George Ellsworth (she actually uses four bass players on the project), and even jazz-oriented Twin Cities pianist James Tyler O’Neill helps with some tasty playing. Travis Crotteau and Tyler Dubla helped with arrangements.

“Mr. Dick” is a swingin’ little tale of Little Jimmy Richard, who led the narrator on and “tore her head apart.” The saga then delves into gunplay and bang-bang; Little Jimmy Richard is dead. Fine piano from O’Neill and some lyrical trumpet from Crotteau.

“The Blue Room” deals with the sensitive topic of rape.

Jayne directs “Stupid” at herself for buying a diesel automobile in Minnesota “where it’s always

30 below,” and “Prisoner of Snow” is a swirling tale that mixes war zone soldiers, ghosts, cowgirls and arrows.

There’s a certain slight out-of-tuneness to Jayne’s upright piano that’s maybe the perfect metaphor for the whole project. It’s slightly off-kilter, but if you cock your head just a bit you can hear exactly what Jayne is driving it at.

Emily Jayne / "Blue Plate Fellas"

Genre: Pop/rock

Website: www.emilyjayne.com

Engineer: Nicholas Gosen

Personnel: Emily Jayne (vocals, keyboards), Travis Crotteau (guitar, banjo, mandolin, trumpet), Tyler Dubla (drums), Ethan Thompson (bass), John White (bass), Mark Glen (bass), George Ellsworth (bass, keyboards), James Tyler O’Neill (keyboards), Joy Caza (trombone), Joey Aikens (violin), Chris Kelly (vocals)

Upcoming gig: The Duluth CD release of “Blue Plate Fellas” is 8 p.m. Saturday June 11 at Beaner’s Central, 324 N. Central Ave. Also on the bill is James and Younger.

Cost: $5

Call: (218) 624-5957


John Ziegler has worked in the music industry for 37 years as a radio host, interviewer, record producer and professional musician.