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Tally Marks EP

by Odetta Hartman

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1.
Stay 04:16
Stay - written by Odetta Hartman I dreamt your eyelashes kissed my shoulder blade On the tip that points out when beside you I lay In this little cold bed with the iron work frame But I can't convince you to stay Though I only just met you through a white window pane Shrouded in blinking meadows, on a feather you came 'Cross the bridge to my door, well, they're one and the same But I can't convince you to stay Oh baby, I can't convince you to stay Oh baby, I can't convince you to stay I can't convince you to stay I'm just trying to go uptown, I'm just trying to go up Draw a tree branch in ashes, raise your thin silver cup To the open-door guest who'll embrace at the cuff But I can't convince you to stay Now it's blocks of my weekdays that expand while you're off Give a pinch to my side-arm and say, 'kid toughen up' But I can't give or take when I've had much too much And I can't convince you to stay Oh baby, I can't convince you to stay Oh baby, I can't convince you to stay I can't convince you to stay You say, 'I don't want nothin' but delight on my tongue And really want is the difference between a couple bread crumbs?' Well, I'd follow your pattern, skipping stones you have flung, But I can't convince you to stay Finally crystal clear dew drops ring with harmonies sung By a chorus of cheepers tremblin' like they were rung And the spiderweb tarot off the window pane hung But I can't convince you to stay Oh baby, I can't convince you to stay Oh baby, I can't convince you to stay I can't convince you to stay
2.
Shadow Puppets - by Odetta Hartman Take a sip from your chaliced chest And I bow my head to you 'Cause kicking myself would be a waste of bruises And you won't allow the black and blue I know it will get easier with time Tick off the days by swimming up the Rhine Even though I am across the ocean Looking out a sunflower view Remember that time I came all the way out to Hoboken To prove my devotion to you I know it will get easier with time Tick off the days by swimming up the Rhine I'll make a shadow puppet on the moon So you can see it, too We planted peaches in the sidewalk cement Be careful, the dawn is coming soon I know it will get easier with time Tick off the days by swimming up the Rhine
3.
Letters & Postcards - by Odetta Hartman Took a trip in your boatsong upstate Unknowingly smitten, it's a shame it was fate Sadly you didn't know exactly what was at stake So this morning I'm alone once again Oh, you gave me no warning Though you may have tried So this morning I'm alone once again I wrote you letters and postcards in the old-fashioned way But with an address left blank there wasn't much I could say And though I tried and I sang to convince you to stay Still this morning I'm alone once again Oh, you gave me no warning Though you may have tried So this morning I'm alone once again And though we were silent, at times it was sweet But skin-to-skin is how I long to greet Now the struggle is over so I doubt we'll re-meet And this morning I'm alone once again Oh, you gave me no warning Though you may have tried So this morning I'm alone once again
4.
Wanderlust 04:01
Wanderlust -- by Odetta Hartman Maybe when we're older and better for our sins We can laugh it off and peel our sunburnt skin And watch our freckled shoulders as they start to disappear And sit and wonder how and why we've grown up all these years Well, when did I begin to let you tell me what to do? I said what gives you the right to take an inch or two And so I'll peel my skin off like a solitary snake To leave you in the dust wonderin' who was my namesake Maybe when we're older and better for our sins We can laugh it off and peel our sunburnt skin And watch our freckled shoulders as they start to disappear And sit and wonder how and why we've grown up all these years We dragged a featherbed onto the empty kitchen floor And rubbed our bones against the wood to even up the score Well, tally marks don't always add what we are to say A linear life is what you lead but who am I blame? Maybe when we're older and better for our sins We can laugh it off and peel our sunburnt skin And watch our freckled shoulders as they start to disappear And sit and wonder how and why we've grown up all these years

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released July 22, 2012

Odetta Hartman (vocals/violin/guitar/mandolin)

Billy Aukstik (trumpet)
Jim Bertini (percussion)
Josh Hahn (guitar)
Raja Kassis (guitar)
Charlie Klarsfeld (guitar)
Raymond Mason (trombone)
Gryphon Rue (musical saw)
Zachary Seman (piano/accordion)
Dan Stern (drums)
Ken Woodward (bass)

Engineered by Elijah Walker
at The Isokon (Woodstock, NY) and Galaxy Smith (Greenpoint, NY)

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Odetta Hartman New York, New York

swansongs out 3.22.24

+ cowboy soul
+ future folk
+ superstitious songs
+ sound experiments

~ back-porch banjos
~ detuned violins
~ foley field recordings
~ tuning forks
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