 |
|
CHICAGO REEL
This collection of 12 songs was recorded at Airwave
Studios in Chicago in 1995. Sally was 8 months pregnant at the time and
as soon as the CD was finished she flew back to Bogotá to give birth to
Tomás who swears he knows the words to all the songs since he was "around"
when they were "born." All songs were recorded live in the studio using
two synchronized ADATs and then overdubs were added. The CD was independently
produced by Sally Station with the help of
Mike Konopka of Thundertone Audio.
Esta colección de 12 canciones fue grabada en Airwave
Studios, Chicago (EEUU) en 1995. Sally estuvo embarazada de 8 meses y al
terminar el CD volvió a Bogotá donde dio a luz a Tomás quien jura que se
sabe la letra de todas estas canciones pues las "vio nacer" desde el vientre
de su madre. Las canciones fueron grabadas en vivo en el estudio utilizando
2 ADATs sincronizados, y luego se hicieron los "overdubs." El CD fue producido
independientemente por Sally Station con la ayuda de
Mike Konopka de
Thundertone Audio
|
Purchase "Chicago Reel" To purchase this CD, please send a check or money order for $15.00 USD to: CHICAGO REEL CD c/o Sally Station 842 W. Gunnison Chicago, IL 60640 Make checks payable to: Sally Station This includes shipping and handling. Please do not forget to send your address, phone number and an e-mail address (if you have one!) |
|
MUSICIANS
FEATURED ON "CHICAGO REEL" Eric Hochberg (Acoustic/Electric Bass) Alejo Poveda (Percussion) Kenny Alexis (Guitars) Jeff Thomas (Drums) Willy Schwartz (Accordion) Paul Mertens (Sax/Flute) Sally Station (guitar/vocals) |
|
|
| 1.
Just Around the Corner (3:08) S.
Station |
|
|
|
Had
a dream about you, baby, in a Motel Six |
|
| 2.
Daydreaming of Simon (3:11) S. Station |
|
|
|
Rolling
along on my way to him |
|
| 3.
The Way He Stands There (2:34) S. Station |
|
|
|
| Something
about the way he stands there. Something about the ribbons he never wears. I have closed my eyes and walked away. I hear his voice ringing in my ears anyway. What's the point? I can't seem to get away. Something about the way he stands there. Something about the colors he wears. He has fixed me good, that's all I can say. I know I owe him more than I can pay. I have no right but want him anyway. Something about the way he stands there. And he doesn't have to do a damn thing. I have no right, but want him anyway... Something about the way he stands there. |
|
|
4. Dozeyes (3:30) S. Station |
|
|
|
|
She walked in and all of a sudden, A heart long still began to mutter: “How to resist dozeyes?” Lips like cherries she may well have had. All I knew is he had it bad. How to resist dozeyes? And there's an age-old remedy for those that fall too easily. Just walk away and you'll be free. But, how to resist dozeyes? She sat down right next to him and I thought I’d drown as she began to... And how to resist dozeyes? Eyes that spoke to him of places he had never been. Eyes that reached inside and tore his body limb from limb. Eyes that made him whole, that held him tight and touched his heart. I couldn't hold him, too late he had fallen in. No way to stop what was started. And there's an age-old remedy for those that fall too easily. Just walk away and you'll be free. But, how to resist dozeyes? |
|
|
5. Enemy Territory (3:53) S. Station |
|
|
|
Trespassing on enemy territory. Dark glasses and thinking of fairy stories. Should your past appear, wouldn't this look queer? Quick glances 'round corners and hold your breath. Stop thinking a second and mind your step. What am I doing here? I wanna make you feel better, dear. But I wanna wake up a million miles from here... No kissing on enemy territory Or hand-holding ‘til we're out of this purgatory. Who do you love? What am I so frightened of? Quiet creeping down back streets and alleyways. While hoping and praying for better days. When will then come? I wanna know... I'd like to make this a better place. But I think I’ll wait for old memories to fade. Trespassing on enemy territory... |
|
|
6. You're No Good/Eres Malo (2:45) Betty Everett
(Spanish lyric S. Station) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
7. Rock-n-gol (5:07) S.
Station/D. García-Moreno |
|
|
|
|
Al Pibe solo he visto en televisión. Parece un caimán sin trompa. Jamás pensé que El Pibe llorará. Pero en un estadio de Los Angeles, Pibe, Pibe, Pibe lloró. Parece una bombilla iluminando al sol. Corriendo por la cancha imaginando un gol. Jamás pensé que el Pibe llorará. Pero en un estadio de Los Angeles El gol, el gol nunca llegó y Pibe, Pibe, Pibe lloró. O-e-o-e-o-e-o-a, El gol, el gol nunca llegó. O-e-o-e-o-e-o-a, Pibe, Pibe, Pibe lloró. A Diego una enfermera a orinar llevó. Y luego en un frasquito su vida entregó. Jamás pensé que Diego llorará. Pero en un frasquito en Palo Alto-e, Diego, Diego, Diego'rinó. Y luego, luego Diego lloró. Say it isn't so. Say I've lost my mind. I turn the TV on and see all my heroes crying... O-e-o-e-o-e-o-a, Diego, Diego Diego'rinó. O-e-o-e-o-e-o-a, Pibe, Pibe, Pibe lloró. A la final Italia con Brasil llegó. La estrella era Bebeto y Romario el sol. Jamás pensé que Baggio llorará. Pero en un estadio de Los Angeles Baggio un penalty botó. Brasil, Brasil, Brasil, ganó. |
|
| 8.
The Right Stuff (3:54) S.
Station |
|
|
|
| He's
got what you might call the right stuff. By god, I've got what you might call the hots for the right stuff. People everywhere tryin' to get their hands On the right stuff. He smiles and the world is my oyster. I smile when he smiles, it's only natural. People everywhere trying to get their hands On the right stuff. Red-hot, streamlined and all soul's my baby. Jump down, turn around, I don't mean maybe. All new, true blue et si doux Is the love that saved me. And I don't mind saying. People everywhere trying to get their hands, People everywhere just wanna get their hands On the right stuff. (I keep telling them they're too late now.) On the right stuff. (Signed, sealed, delivered, he's my mate.) On the right stuff. (No chance of losing my grip now.) On the right stuff. (In a world of hayseeds, he's a pip now.) |
|
| 9.
Isn't What It Was (4:32) S.
Station |
|
|
|
| No
sé qué fue ni what it was. But these are days of all our rising suns going black. These are days of all our mother's sons never coming back. These are days of all they left us isn't what it was. No sé por qué ni why it has to be. Someone has to die to let another live free. Some kid's gotta cry, belly all bloated on TV. By the time you leave this world it isn't what it was. This is the march of twenty centuries. This is the dance of all gone terribly wrong. Make your own banner before its too late. Wave some kind of flag and hope your waving ain't in vain. No sé quién fue que dijo así: "live by the sword..." You know the rest, you don't need me. Better stand together, melt that sword down, dare to dream. So by the time you leave this world it isn't what it was. |
|
| 10.
Amulet (4:19) S. Station |
|
|
|
| Springtime,
summer, winter or fall. You know you're the one that I call. On dark days when storms are brewin', And I can't figure out what i'm doin'. With just one touch from my hand My wish becomes your command. I don't need no magic lamp, no. With you next to me I feel so... Amulet, I wrap you around my waist. I wear you around my neck, my amulet. All of the goodness in you Protects me whatever I do. Stay please, forever, and I I will love you even after I die. I'm safe when your spell surrounds me. So lucky, my love, you found me. Pretty little thing you're magic. Black cats move outta my way. Ever since I met you my luck has changed. The voodoo you do, your power in my hand Is the power to believe I can. I won’'t make no bones about it. I'm ready to scream and shout it. Amulet, my lucky charm, stick with me And promise you'll always be my amulet. |
|
| 11.
Medellín Rocked Me (4:09) S.
Station |
|
|
|
|
Medellin rocked me. In Laureles they wouldn't let me go. Out of the closets and down from the rafters, Puppeteers and rappers alike held me captive. They wouldn't let me go. Medellín rocked me. You know I couldn't help be taken by surprise. Outside Ensamble 7 we prayed for a new day. Bright night sky above me, they told me they loved me And they wouldn't let me go. Medellín rocked me. Colombia rolled me. They told me they loved me. They wouldn't let me go. Medellín held me Unsuspecting a while in her sway. Caressed and repelled me, Astonished and thrilled me. I wished I could cure all her ills, Make her well, she will never let me go. Medellín rocked me. Colombia rolled me. They told me they loved me. They wouldn't let me go. |
|
| 12.
Diggin' Adultery (4:10) S.
Station |
|
|
|
| I
don't know about you but I'm diggin' adultery. Its fast and its frightening and it makes me feel new. I'm not so sure that they're true‚ All those things that they taught me. I wish I knew, I bet you do too. I don't know about you but I'm rolling in roses. And I don't care who knows it, or maybe I do. I do know to hide it would be to deny it. And I refuse to unless you choose to... Are you diggin' it too? Are you walking on roses like I am with you? Are you diggin' adultery? All I know about you is the way you excite me. I don't know about her, you don't know about him. All I do know would fit now on the head of a pin. But in this world of war, how can love be wrong? Are you diggin' it too? Are you walking on roses like I am with you? Are you diggin' adultery? 'Cause I'm diggin' adultery. |
 |
| ERIC
HOCHBERG Hothouse, Chicago |
 |
| ALEJO
POVEDA Hothouse, Chicago |
 |
| SALLY circa 1995 |
 |
Ken Fought |
