by Lara Ewen

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released March 1, 2002


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Lara Ewen New York

Brooklyn-based singer/songwriter Lara Ewen tells stories, most of which are true. Her work blends both the real and the imagined, and the musical landscape she navigates dips into country, Americana, and singer/songwriter influences, drawing comparisons to musicians who sometimes get summarily lumped into the folk category, such as Patty Griffin, Lucinda Williams and Jonatha Brooke. ... more

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Track Name: Driving Rain
Look at the sky.
Clouds are rolling, baby.
Why don’t you and I get rolling, too?
Chasing the blue

I see in your eyes
Soft from sleeping, baby,
you’ve been dreaming clear saltwater skies.
Well, so have I.

So why don’t we put the top down, baby?
And we’ll see how far we get
before heaven opens up on us
and we both get soaking wet.

In the afternoon sun
Asphalt’s sweating, baby
And I can smell the ocean in your hair
Almost there

The wind in my face,
even standing still
everything is quiet, green and grey.
One perfect day.

There’s a highway in North Carolina
And I swear, it knows my name
Where it’s always sweet with summer
And slick with Southern rain

So why don’t we put the top down, baby?
And we’ll see how far we get
Before heaven opens up on us
And we both get soaking wet.
Track Name: Busload of Faith
Walking around downtown
I’ve got my heart in my throat,
fingernails digging holes deep down
In the pockets of my new winter coat

And baby, it’s cold outside
But I can’t go home.
Feels like the street’s the only place
where I can be alone.

And I’m waiting for a miracle to slap me on the face.
I’m looking for a hero to take your place.
But I’m wasting my breath when I scream out for you.
It’ll take a busload of faith to see this through.

And I’ve been laying it out
and writing it down
Looking it over and over
and turning it around.

Tried to see it your way,
And you tried to see it mine.
But nothing’s looked right now baby
For a long, long time.


It feels like amputation.
It feels like a knife.
I feel like a cigarette;
I’m just looking for a light.

And I’m shattered and restless,
I’m distracted and grim.
Don’t know whether to give up
Or give in.

Track Name: Clear
He said, girl, do you want to be a star?
Leather pants and a loud guitar
You can play for all the big shots in L.A.
And I said, man, that life is not for me
I like my job and my T.V.
and I can’t stand California anyway.
L.A.’s got too many cars
Too many blonde girls, you can’t smoke in bars
and New York City suits me
Finally, I know where I want to be
I know where I want to be

The good life fit a little too tight
It was pulling at the seams
And my shoulders got all hunched over
With the weight of those American dreams
I had to throw out shit, forget about it
I had to get myself free and clear
There’s a place I want to get
and I’m not there yet
But I’m near, I know I’m near
I can see it from here.

Then he said, girl, don’t you want to be saved?
Oh, your life is so depraved,
Ain’t your mama ever taught you wrong from right?
And I said, don’t go waving that book at me
Your brimstone cracks too easily
And salvation’s just what gets me through the night.
And anyway, heaven’s got too many stars.
A girl like me wouldn’t get too far.
and New York City suits me
Finally, I know where I want to be
I know where I want to be


Then he said, girl, do you want to be my wife?
A family van and an easy life.
You know, I could love you if you’ll only let me try.
And I said, I’m not ready to wear that ring
And settling down would still be settling
You know, I’d have to leave you by and by.
’Cause baby, I just can’t live that way
Thought I may live to rue this day
New York City suits me
Finally, I know where I want to be
I know where I want to be

Track Name: Hands
I can’t trust my hands.
They’re tryin’ to choke my beer.
They keep lighting cigarettes,
they want to pull you near
So if I were you, boy, I wouldn’t sit too close
’cause when my hands get bored, I’m not responsible.

You’re looking at a woman on the edge
And I keep looking over
And every time you move
I move in, just a little closer
I can’t trust my mouth.
It’s saying stupid things.
It wants to open up and tell you what it thinks.
So if I were you, boy, I’d listen to the band
’cause I can’t trust my mouth
And I don’t trust my hands.


I can’t trust my eyes.
They’ve lied before.
You know, they see what they want to see
and they beg for more.
So if I were you, boy, I’d watch my back
’cause my brakes are shot and I’m running out of track.

Track Name: Shhh...
Don’t sing me to sleep, all you sing are the blues.
Don’t say anything at all, just slip off your shoes,
’cause lately it seems like talking just leads to sorrow.
Shhh… baby, we’ll discuss it tomorrow.

They say once is enough; this must be a mistake.
So I’m taking it easy, it’s all I can take.
You don’t have to worry, hell, we made it this far
So, shhh… baby, we’ll discuss it tomorrow.

Don’t get strung out, ’cause I don’t want to fight.
Don’t dwell on it, baby, it’ll all be all right.
Just come over here;
Get the light.
I’m sure we could think of a better way to spend the night…

We’ve been down this road before, we both know it’s mean
It’s a you-did-this, I-did-that, no one’s right, tit for tat kind of scene
We know more hurtful words than you could beg, steal or borrow
But shhh… tomorrow

You’ve got your excuses, baby, I’ve got my pride.
We won’t pull no punches,
won’t keep nothing inside.
But just for tonight, let’s put a truce to this war
Shhh… tomorrow


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