With The Sentimentals

by Vanessa Peters

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1.
Lyrics by Dan Messe. Published by Polygram Music Publishing.
2.
something I couldn't put my finger on but it was there all the same just because I couldn't touch it doesn't mean I couldn't love it you were different in a sort of way that made me feel sane but you knew it first you knew before I did you knew it first you'd never let me in and you were lying just outside of my reach and you were lying and I was far too weak to call your bluff to do anything but call you all the time a binary code of dots and dashes and ones and twos where your point fell just outside the graph where I was charting off a course for us without stopping to ask if you wanted to come along
3.
don’t you come in here and tell me how the story goes cause i know a lot of things you don’t know and they don’t either and no one will understand how this quilt got pieced together and don’t even try to start throwing things i’ve glued down all the furniture and breakables i’ve put away the best pieces and all that we have left are our hands and what we hold in them so i could make you a cup of tea or you could kick a hole in the door are you going for an oscar or are you happy with an independent film award would you like to give your lovely speeches or are you content to stay underground only recognized in your hometown so don’t you come in here and say i broke your heart it’s cheap for an ending, it doesn’t even begin to start and the audience will never fall for this one you’ll be called an over-actor you’d better go for subtle or downcast so i could make you a cup of tea and you could kick a hole in the door are you going for an oscar or are you happy with an independent film award would you like to give your lovely speeches or are you content to stay underground only recognized in your hometown ‘cause everyone loves the lovable loser when he’s up on the big silver screen hold your head high, pretend that you don’t see the holes ‘cause only by playing dumb are you gonna steal this scene
4.
the books i've read clutter my head with a few small facts but mostly fictions and i've learned enough to know how this will go it's not hard to prophesy this prediction and it was tattooed on my face even my freckles spelled out your name and I don't know how you could look away while my heart went up in flames but sometimes it goes out with a whimper not a bang sometimes just a flicked switch but it goes out all the same and it's over now, the light has gone out you never will out run it so you might as well just be done with it leave all that regret behind and just move on and study the past memorize your past if you want to but don't doom yourself to relive it and do not cling to it and sometimes it goes out with a whimper not a bang sometimes just a flicked switch but it goes out all the same cause it's over now, the light has gone out it's over now, the light has gone out
5.
The Choice 04:29
you are always there in the recess of some small dark corner where I sweep the dust every morning when I try to shake the cobwebs from my brain and try, try to get a clean start but it’s not my brain that’s holding on it’s that stupid piece of heart and it might be possible for me to blow you to London or Berlin and it’d be nearly impossible for you to find me here again I’m safe in these warm arms and you can’t touch me this time little speck of dust the choice has always been mine and you are always there in the way it's dark here at 4 o'clock in the lights I keep on in every room even when the electric bill says that I should stop and try to make peace with the dark but it's not peace that's eluding me it's the war I never fought and it might be possible for me to blow you to London or Berlin and it’d be nearly impossible for you to find me here again I’m safe in these warm arms and you can’t touch me this time little speck of dust the choice has always been mine and I walked away sweeping the path behind me as I went I walked away like I always do sweeping the path behind me as I went
6.
all those charming things to live for, and I am just the bad egg. from germany to oxford to penniless, she was always too beautiful and well-bred. and the fall air is pinching at my nose the party’s on temporary hiatus and I like to imagine that when I am gone someone will notice. but they’ll forget me by next spring, maybe sooner, ‘cause these are fickle friends. one last hurrah for the summer, and beautiful girls with long tan legs. such a short distance across the bay, the green light, blinking, blinking, blinking, she didn't call or come to the window last night and now my determined hopes are finally sinking. but they’ll forget me by next spring, maybe sooner, ‘cause these are fickle friends. one last hurrah for the summer, and beautiful girls with long tan legs. and the house is tired with knowing she will never leave him; it needs to rest a while. so I think that I will go for a swim and the leaves will fall and fall and fall in style…
7.
Fireworks 03:47
well I can take your pictures down now and put up new ones of happier times and not be afraid of your angry ghost with its face like sucked limes that sour expression may very well be my fault but it’s time now for me to let that go there will be less checking around corners for the thumbs-up man to give me the say so and sometimes there aren’t fireworks, and the explosions go pop quietly in the night, a misfire or two that no one can explain sometimes all the gunpowder in the world will not light it fails to light up the sky will you come haunting my last good breath? I think there will be more good breaths for us both is it okay for me to smile when I wake up instead of worrying if you’ve climbed down off that rope? and I had faith that it all would pass but it wasn’t until I saw exactly how that I was able to somewhat understand the way these things sometimes work out and sometimes there aren’t fireworks, and the explosions go pop quietly in the night, a misfire or two that no one can explain sometimes all the gunpowder in the world will not light it will not light up the sky
8.
Light 04:11
you haven’t noticed yet how the light changes you haven’t seen it hit your face when you are waking up but i've been awake for hours, watching the light creep in peeling back the shadows, and feeling kind of thin like the light could see right through me, straight through to all my fears and it called a judge and jury and they gave me all these years once there was a carpenter and he built his girl a house and he threw his body into it, and he wore his body out and when she came to live there, all that she could see was the wood still left unfinished, and she called him lazy but the light could see right through her, straight through to her weak heart and it called a judge and jury, and they gave her over to the dark
9.
so it seems this two lane became a four lane and now they’re working on eight and I half hope before too long that they obliterate every strip of these familiar fields this new asphalt is blinding my eyes and right now I’m so poor that I can’t even afford to pretend I’m fine ‘cause I can take me out of here and move me halfway across the world but these roads belong to a time when I swore I’d always be your girl and I can’t even afford to pretend the horizon’s wavering from the hunger or the heat cause it really ain’t that hot yet and I’ve had enough to eat and I’m so afraid you’re gonna stone me and I never wanted to be a martyr can someone please explain to me why after all this time it just keeps getting harder and it’s the heat that makes me faint it’s the heat that makes me flush it’s the heat that makes me sick to my stomach and keeps my voice to a low low hush and all the traffic is leaving town and I’m the only one still headed west and the gold rush is long since done and I can’t even say I did my best but it, it doesn’t matter now ‘cause what’s done can’t be undone I’ll keep this red curtain pulled round my face and when this song is done I’ll quietly close the lid of the case pack up my guitar and run.
10.
Getting By 05:21
I’ve been trying for weeks now to find a place to find some peace a place where I could sit and have a coffee where I could sit and read a book and this isn’t the view I had in mind but I guess it'll just have to do and I kinda like the way the pink skyscraper cuts right through the blue and I’m trying to make the best of a pretty good situation and I hope you know how hard I try to live here in the present not be a ghost of the past ‘cause some days I’m barely getting by and I try to keep my head on my shoulders not let it wander off like it’s so prone to do. ‘cause who will keep the rest of me together? I can’t pin that whole weight on you. and you are sitting at this café and you are telling me your stories and I’m learning you bit by bit

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Vanessa Peters and her long-time friends and collaborators, The Sentimentals, recorded these songs live in Denmark in April and October 2014. The album is a mix of brand-new songs, some new interpretations of older VP songs, and a cover or two.

Vanessa and the band will be on tour in Europe during the spring of 2015 to support the release of the album.

For inquiries please contact:
Vanessa Peters - info@vanessapeters.com
The Sentimentals - hello@thesentimentals.com

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released January 20, 2015

Musicians:
Vanessa Peters - acoustic guitar, vocals
M.C. Hansen - electric guitar
Nikolaj Wolf - upright bass
Jacob Chano - drums, percussion
Rip Rowan - keyboard, synthesizers

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Vanessa Peters Austin, Texas

Indie singer/songwriter from Texas. Musician, Italophile, Virgo, coffee nerd, food lover, bossy-pants, big ol' softie.
I've released 10+ albums and played over 1000 shows in 11 countries. I'm not done yet.

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