Stray Dog Sessions

by Laura Joy

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    Bare bones, two guitars (with Dave Gallagher on lead) and Laura's vocals at Stray Dog Studios in Chicago.

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Bare bones, two guitars (with Dave Gallagher on lead) and Laura's vocals at Stray Dog Studios in Chicago.

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released February 23, 2018

Laura Joy - Vocals, Guitar
David Gallagher - Lead Guitar

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Laura Joy Chicago, Illinois

Chicago-based singer-songwriter Laura Joy has been known to quell dark, angry bars full of ornery old Irishmen with her brand of acoustic pop. Drawing comparisons that range from Joni Mitchell to Alison Krauss, Laura’s percussive finger picking and buoyant voice have graced audiences from as far as the Sun Belt to the streets of Manhattan. ... more

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Track Name: Lizzie
Lizzie had bright red hair
worked at a hat shop near Leicester Square
stood up a tad too straight
her eyes shining, face striking, skin fair
“Must be the devil,” they said, “Stuck up unlucky red.
Must be the devil,” they said
Dante could capture light
flick of his wrist made canvas ignite
he sought colors and focus
thought art had grown blurry and trite
One look at Lizzie's hair
he saw beauty bright and raw
one look at Lizzie's hair and he saw
Calling her his muse
his queen, his dove, a holy thing
beneath his art and poetry
Lizzie wedged her heart
and she waited
she patiently waited
while Dante painted
Hair crisp like apple bites
faded into the summer nights
blended into fall
Lizzie took the laudanum she hit the wall
her hair stayed bright red
the light in her eyes fled
her hair stayed bright red but the light had fled
They cared too much about what people'd say
what they thought art was for display
not so for love
rarely their love
never their love
Track Name: Rose Remains
ROSE REMAINS

in what remains of the day
rose petals on gravel decay
rain eats away at disengaged silk and
buds drink moonlight like a mother's sweet milk
to cricket sonatas underneath midnight's quilt

dreaming only in the dark
of passion like a match sparked
by uncanny circumstance
I'm caught in a pyrotechnic trance
until the beauty burns the hand that holds it
I yearn for you but fear the pain
as lovers lost have told it

(refrain)
my love, my darling
where have you gone?
I will wait for you
until the silk slips through my fingers
into the coming dawn

I've got moth-like tendencies
being drawn to a deadly light
convinced I will survive the night
never let go hold me tight
Track Name: Radio
RADIO

soon you will get off the train
walk five blocks to me in the rain
the radiator squeaks its piece of mind
everybody's got an opinion around here

here I sit with my greatest fear
waiting for the snow to reappear
darling you know the right words
you always say them
so I'll chop the onions
while Miles Davis is playin
on the radio

the streets are crumbling and dirty
everybody's in such a big hurry
but there's a robin staring quizzically
wondering why we can't see that

we don't have sit with our greatest fear
waiting for the snow to reappear
darling you know the right words
you always say them
but I'm singing songs
nothing like they are playing
on the radio

together we could tackle the odds
throw that status quo away
the future is broad
the greatest type of beauty
comes with effort over time
ain't no better reason for being alive

I don't want to sit with my greatest fear
waiting for the snow to reappear
darling this country's so pretty
won't you come with me?
we could go dancing in other cities
who needs the radio?
Track Name: Midwest Midwinter
MIDWEST MIDWINTER

The sun is skinny
in February
and the clouds are growing close
the blue plows
trace the streets at sundown
bracing for the snow

Midwest
Midwinter
I confide
in your stillness
and your sweet sunrise
So pretty so polite
don’t you lie to me
Don’t you lie

Shops are full
in February
of roses and balloons
Saturn with his rings to spare
proposes to the moon

It’s hard to listen
In February
The wind is so darn loud
By the time the sun goes down
you’re tired of the sound

You’ve been wronged
Make it right,
don’t you lie to me,
don’t you lie.

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