A quick little Alela Diane cover this afternoon.
She’s a tremendous folk musician. If that’s your cup of tea and you don’t know her work, I strongly suggest you check it out.
Hey pretty baby won’t you go to the ice machine?
Hey pretty baby won’t you go to the ice machine?
You look so pretty and you talk so sweet
But it’s so hot and I’m half beat
Oh pretty baby, won’t you go to the ice machine?
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I’m so tired from being on the road
I’ve got half a mind just to give up and go home
But then you flash those beautiful eyes
And I’m more than sure I’d rather lay down and die
Hey, pretty baby, won’t you go to the ice machine?
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It’s a hundred degrees and I ain’t got no sleep
Time is money and they say that talk is cheap
But I’ve never heard a word so fair
As what you’re saying to me with that smile over there
Oh, pretty baby, won’t you go to the ice machine?
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I hear you tryin’ to tell me that you’re in love with me
We only just met, little darling, how can that be?
I can hold you real close and I can whisper a tune
But that ain’t no cause to book a chapel in June
Oh, pretty baby, won’t you go to the ice machine?
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Hey, pretty baby, won’t you go to the ice machine?
Hey, pretty baby, won’t you go to the ice machine?
You look so pretty and you talk so sweet
But there’s a few other people I still got to meet
Oh, pretty baby, won’t you go to the ice machine?
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-Amelie Andrezel / The Sovereign Nothings
“To Be Sung in Motels”
Roadside Blues - Amelie Andrezel/The Sovereign Nothings
Inspired by the lovely three weeks of Alison Mosshart’s radio DJ experiment.
Before all the live blogging madness this morning, I posted my two-part playlist on the theme of imminent death, as requested by limegreenwordmachine. I’m awfully proud of it. The first part deals with Anger & Defiance, while the second part features religious tunes from across genres focusing on Bargaining & Acceptance.
It’s been forever since I updated my archive of original music! Here are the new additions to the list, a.k.a., all The Sovereign Nothings music in one convenient place!
Keep in mind, these are all recorded at various stages of the writing process. They are demos at best, but really more like musical sketches.
-Amelie
A Prayer for August - The Sovereign Nothings
A Litany for the Highway - The Sovereign Nothings
In Our Stars - The Sovereign Nothings
Good Friends End - The Sovereign Nothings
Pale Apocalypse Radio - The Sovereign Nothings
Lullabye for Dreams - The Sovereign Nothings
Fingers and Bone (Live) - The Sovereign Nothings
A Parliament of Bees - The Sovereign Nothings
The Saint Anthony Blues (Live) - The Sovereign Nothings
(…or HERE for the video version)
Grey Ghost (Live) - The Sovereign Nothings
Qui n’aboient pas (Live) - The Sovereign Nothings
The King My Brother’s Wreck (Live) - The Sovereign Nothings
Watchtower (The Gold Bottle Song) (Live) - The Sovereign Nothings
Noir (Live) - The Sovereign Nothings
The Hangover Waltz - The Sovereign Nothings
I Choose the Sea - The Sovereign Nothings
Gramophones Out of Doors - The Sovereign Nothings
Gilda - The Sovereign Nothings
A Prayer for August - Amelie Andrezel & The Sovereign Nothings
Two cotton dresses, red and white, watch ‘em swaying out the window
The dead earth turns, the copper burns
Green memory of the fight.
The hum builds up down in the valley.
Spreads its wings to the wind and takes flight.
No you don’t know just what you have when you’re looking out the window
Day to night, too dark, too bright
No comfort in between.
But there’s beauty in the let down if you let it
There’s music, little child, in the machine.
Pale Apocalypse Radio - Amelie Andrezel & The Sovereign Nothings
I just (just!) wrote this, and I am SO EXCITED about it. Seriously, I think this the best songwriting I’ve done in a long time.
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These are the coin purse scratches
That mark up my radiator; these stitches are my
Constellations of you.
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Yellow horizon swollen
With grey-purple morning rain, I’m
Full up with fever — storm’s breaking soon.
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Scan the dial over to
Pale apocalypse radio, nobody’s
Angels care about savin’ you.
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Scan the dial over to
Pale apocalypse radio, why don’t we
Share a sound or two?
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Hurricane in the fire and rain
Roll the windows down: there is no sound.
There is no sound.
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Our hands made blood-vows to the rusted
Cross of the chassis, holy
Order of velvet and chains.
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Three more towns to go ‘til morning
Another life or two to be saved
One knife, no heart to start over again.
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Hurricane in the fire and rain.
Roll the windows down: there is no sound.
There is no sound.
Pretty Babies - Karen Elson
Covered by Amelie Andrezel
My last request is that you always love me the best…
For Karen.
Cruel Summer - Karen Elson
Cover by Amelie Andrezel
With Bees / A Parliament of Bees - The Sovereign Nothings.
This week’s Kitchen Sessions available for download on Bandcamp.
