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  • Artist: Nancy Cook
  • Label: CD Baby
  • UPC: 884501126595
  • Item #: SRD112659
  • Genre: Folk
  • Release Date: 5/5/2009
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  • Rank: 1000000000
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THE "FOCUS" RECORDING PROJECT Nancy Cook's Brand New CD Lyrics, musicians, acknowledgements, and studio credits If you are reading these liner notes, chances are you have already purchased my CD. Thank you so much for supporting my music. Here is some background about this recent project...I am calling this my "hybrid" CD. First off, it's a mix of my newest original music, and the best of my last few releases. I have almost completely sold out of my four earlier albums, and I still get requests for songs from them. But I wasn't comfortable pressing large quantity reprints of the earlier releases simply because I believe at some point, CD's will go the way of 8 tracks and cassettes, and I don't want to wind up with a closet full of really expensive Frisbees. I am hoping that this compilation/new release mix works for everyone-though I realize some of you have all my releases (bless you!) and will wind up with a few "repeats." For those of you who DO have all my earlier releases, consider purchasing just the new songs via digital download here at CD Baby. I am also calling the new CD release a "hybrid" in terms of the enviro-slang impact of the word. With regard to the environmental impact of my music product, I wanted to have as small a carbon footprint as possible. I had considered going with 100% digital download format with this new release. But after quizzing friends and fans, I realized that many of us are still not computer wizards, and lots of folks wanted something tangible to take home from a live performance, which is where most of my CD's get sold. So my solution this time around is minimal packaging and maximum number of songs. By doing this, I was able to use absolutely zero hard plastic on the package and about 75-80% LESS paper product. I opted for no shrink wrap for the same reason. Plus, the CD weighs less than half of it's conventional counterpart, so energy costs are saved in shipping. Are you feeling good about this? I am! So right here's where you will find all the information that would normally take up great deal of paper in the CD package. I am including all the song lyrics, and information about the songs themselves. I have listed the wonderful musicians who shared their talent on each song, too. I especially want to thank Ed Billeaud at Snowflake and Dick Orleans at Giant Track for their enormous help with producing these songs. They brought so much insight and creativity to all of the songs you are listening to right now. Dennis Rogers once again made magic with art for the CD package. ALL the musicians who played on these songs went well above and beyond-especially my pal Sam Broussard out there in Louisiana-thank you Sam! May your karma account flood like a levee in a hurricane. Thanks to my co-write cohorts Larry Keen, Dan DeMars and Susan Bianco. I hope these arrangements will make you proud. Here's the info on each song: Who wrote it, what inspired it, who played on it, where it got recorded, and what the heck are the lyrics? Enjoy. And again, thank you. Feel free to email me direct with any questions about my summer performance schedule! Nacook@earthlink.net OLD MEXICO Words and Music: Nancy Cook and Larry Keen Larry and I wrote this song when he was really in need of a tropical vacation, and he had actually managed to trash his cell phone in his coffee cup...I insisted we get that in the song-listen for it! Nancy Cook: steel string guitars, vocals Randy Kelley: mandolins, nylon string guitar Recorded at Snowflake, Breckenridge CO 2009 Another day stuck in the city Another night workin' overtime Till all I want to see in front of me Is a shot of tequila and a lime But we never seem to get it together No we never seem to get away Now I'm bankin on a change in the weather Lookin for a sunny day in... CHORUS Baja California, I hear a mission bell Isla Mujeres, or maybe San Miguel (just get me) Over the border, and out to sea Goodbye cruel world Let the wind and the water carry me... To Old Mexico We could use a little change in location I could use a little change of pace You can send me on a long vacation All we gotta do is pick the place Because every single thing's gone wrong today But I'm gonna get two of them right Toss my cell phone in my cup of stale coffee Once I book us a midnight flight to REPEAT CHORUS BRIDGE Just close your eyes, and imagine the view And the feel of a tropical breeze A paradise, with nothing to do No one here but you and me With dolphins playin' and palm trees swayin' Gentle waves caress the shore Who could ask for anything more than: REPEAT CHORUS One fine mornin' I'll fly away Over the border, to a sunny day...(repeat and fade) MILE AFTER MILE Words and Music: Nancy Cook and Larry Keen Another favorite collaborative effort with Larry...I truly believe a great "relationship test" is a really long road trip in a really small car, really full of stuff! Nancy Cook: acoustic guitars, vocals Sam Broussard: acoustic guitar Nancy MacDowell: cello Recorded at Snowflake, Breckenridge CO Way up on a hillside, far from city lights we watch the day fade away, gently into night the mountains glow with the setting sun, hypnotizing me I see an acre of time for those who find a place to let love be And there is heaven in the sunset a love song on the breeze for all their beauty they still can't carry me the way that you do with your good morning sunrise smile my dear companion mile after mile Way out on the desert, just you and me alone prairie land gives way to sand and Arizona stone a cool wind sweeps the canyon, with tumbleweeds dancing in line coyote croons to a rising moon and pulls us out of time there is heaven in the moonlight a love song on the breeze for all their beauty they still can't carry me the way that you do with your good morning sunrise smile my dear companion mile after mile Now I know that I could go a thousand miles away and never find the peace of mind I have right here today California coastline where I thought the road would end bonfire blazing on the beach as darkness descends your skin still warm from the sunshine, and the fire we have made I see the road of love goes on far beyond today there is heaven in the firelight a love song on the breeze for all their beauty they still can't carry me the way that you do with your good morning sunrise smile my dear companion mile after mile mile after mile mile after mile WHAT SHALL I DO Words and Music: Nancy Cook What if Jesus, the Buddha or (insert your biggest inspiration here) had a cell phone and an 800 number-what would YOU call and ask? Nancy Cook: all acoustic guitars, vocals Sam Broussard: lap steel, orchestral strings Gail Smith: synthesizer and piano Recorded at Snowflake, Breckenridge CO What shall I do while I'm waiting for you What shall I do while I'm waiting....for you My dear child so beloved to me my dear child, oh why can't you see for all this time, for two thousand years while you've been waiting, I've been here: In all of your brothers, and your sisters too the lowest of creatures, so whatever you do whatever you choose to do, to the least of these whatever you do...you do to Me. What shall I do while I'm waiting for you What shall I do while I'm waiting....for you My dear child so beloved to me my dear child, oh why can't you see for all this time, I've been right here but while you're waiting: won't you feed the hungry in your midst, clothe the naked against the cold give the stranger a welcoming kiss, and comfort to the old I am all of your brothers, and your sisters too the lowest of creatures, so whatever you do whatever you choose to do, to the least of these whatever you do...you do to Me. When you feed the hungry in your midst--I am here when you give the stranger a welcoming kiss--I am here when you clothe the naked against the cold-I am here When you're giving comfort to the old--I am here I am here I am here. I'LL NEVER FORGET TO REMEMBER YOU Lyrics: Susan Bianco and Nancy Cook, Music: Nancy Cook For Sgt. Peter C. Neesley (born 1-11-79, died in Iraq 12-25-07) Thank you Susan, for sharing your heart in such a lovely way for this song. Nancy Cook: all acoustic guitars, vocals Nancy MacDowell: cello Gail Smith: piano Recorded at Snowflake, Breckenridge CO We were only six years old when I first saw your face But I remember....like it was yesterday ....And time flew...seems like overnight you grew Into a handsome man who took my breath away Looking in your eyes gave me butterflies And your sweet words...your kisses on my skin In your uniform, you were called away From so many dreams that should have been We never said goodbye You didn't want me to cry Now I have to let you go My companion, my hero, I miss you so You'll stay in my heart my whole life through I'll never forget to remember you (INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE) We never said goodbye You didn't want me to cry Now I need to let you know My companion, my hero, I still miss you so You'll stay in my heart my whole life through I'll never forget to remember you Love is patient, love is kind But love is cruel in war time You'll stay in my heart my whole life through I'll never forget to remember you to remember you to remember you POSTCARD IN THE SAND Words and Music: Nancy Cook Often requested as "the personal space song" I found out the hard way be careful what you wish for! Lucky for me, my partner has a sense of humor and a whole lot of faith in our thang. Nancy Cook: all acoustic guitars, vocals Gail Smith: synthesizer and piano Recorded at Snowflake, Breckenridge CO There was nothing I could say to explain my getaway From telephones, traffic jams and you So I just disappeared in search of blue sky and Mexican beer I was amazed by what I found to be true I wish you were here Now don't that beat all? I wish you were here The farther I run, the harder I fall I wish you were here I know you'll understand When I write you a postcard in the sand A flock of hungry birds watches as I write My message at the edge of the sea I will trust the tide guided by the moon To get this to you from me I wish you were here Now don't that beat all? I wish you were here The farther I run, the harder I fall I wish you were here I know you'll understand When I write you a postcard in the sand Like a message in a bottle Like a prayer released on the wind It takes a grain of faith to just let go And believe you'll know I wish you were here Now don't that beat all? I wish you were here The farther I run, the harder I fall I wish you were here I know you'll understand When I write you a postcard in the sand When I write you a postcard in the sand When I write you a postcard in the sand SHUTTERS ON MY SOUL Words and Music: Nancy Cook This one's a long time favorite, I was attempting to express how the mystery we call "Divine" is impossible for me to understand, it refuses to be in anybody's box, but yet won't let me run away. ...Lucky me. Nancy Cook: acoustic guitars, vocals Randy Kelley: acoustic and slide guitars Chris Engleman: bass Nancy Cook and Dick Orleans: atmospheric and percussion design Recorded at Giant Track, Estes Park CO Used to be I held no credence for things I could not hear or see but there were questions without answers tugging like a beggar at my sleeve so I stumbled through this lifetime pretending I was in control still that nagging voice would whisper through a crack in the shutters on my soul: You are proud, cynical and fearful you are rooted in the dark but freedom comes with surrender to the love already living in your heart In a cage of logical perception in the shadows of a tightly closed mind I would claim no confidence in angels or in miracles that happened all the time and with a deepening sense of isolation tighter to possessions I would hold still that nagging voice would whisper through a crack in the shutters on my soul You are proud, cynical and fearful you are rooted in the dark... Bridge: I cannot pinpoint some magical awakening some days it's back to how I used to feel then the light of your Spirit in a stranger's eyes reminds me: You are real And like a patient lover waiting with gentle arms ready to enfold Your still small voice will whisper: Open up the shutters on your soul You are proud, cynical and fearful you are rooted in the dark but freedom comes with surrender to the love already living in your heart THIS GIFT OF TODAY Words and Music: Nancy Cook A thank you note to the Universe... Nancy Cook: acoustic guitars, vocals Randy Kelley: mandolin Chris Engleman: bass Bonnie Carol: marimba, congas Nancy Cook and Dick Orleans: additional percussion design Recorded at Giant Track, Estes Park CO I feel like I'm sailing on a warm summer breeze. Without a care in the world. I cannot name this thing that triggers release. Why waste precious time to even try. And I know it won't last, it never has in the past. Why let it bother me? I've grown tired of digging for answers, in cold hard rocky ground. I feel the rhythm of my life and I'm still a clumsy dancer. ^#^now I'm learning from my friends and the open sky: It's not some future treasure to be found, it's here it's now, this gift of today. Bridge: There's no need to cross my fingers, no need to knock on wood. It's not about the outcome it's beyond what's bad or good... Good days...bad days come and they go. ^#^all I can count on is it all will change. ^#^and most of these changes are far beyond my control. When I push my plans too hard they never go my way. Still I know it won't last, it never has in the past. Why let it bother me? And I've grown tired of digging for answers, in cold hard rocky ground. I feel the rhythm of my life, I'm still a clumsy dancer. ^#^now I'm learning from my friends and the open sky: It's not some future treasure to be found, it's here it's now, this gift of today this gift of today this gift of today... ASHES Words and Music: Nancy Cook I will never forget a young fan telling me that this song made her sweat. That made my day. Enough said. Nancy Cook: acoustic guitars, vocals Randy Kelley: acoustic and electric guitars Chris Engleman: bass Birgit: backing vocals Nancy Cook and Dick Orleans: percussion design Recorded at Giant Track, Estes Park CO The curve of your chest Silhouette of your shoulder Rhythm of our breath Sweet smell of skin And I touch you And I taste you Primal fire leaves nothing to say Ashes for the wind to blow away The ticking of the clock Traffic on the street Evidence of the outside world Far beyond our candle's reach And I touch you And I taste you Primal fire leaves nothing to say Ashes for the wind to blow away This is the very best part of my day When we conjure the power of two We speak without words the language of love It's just between me and you The curve of your chest Silhouette of your shoulder Rhythm of our breath Sweet smell of skin And I touch you And I taste you Primal fire leaves nothing to say Ashes for the wind to blow away Ashes for the wind to blow away away blow away HOW DO I TELL YOU Words and Music: Nancy Cook Right after 9/11, I hear a report on NPR about the confusion and fear enveloping Afghanistan when we began military strikes there. Through an interpreter, a journalist was interviewing fleeing villagers who had no real idea what was going on globally. They just knew to run. But where? Nancy Cook: acoustic guitars, vocals Randy Kelley: acoustic lead guitar Chris Engleman: bass Ed Billeaud: drums Recorded at Snowflake, Breckenridge CO I read in a newspaper story you cannot understand why the bombs are falling again why a landmine destroyed your son's hands till now you've never heard of New York City and the terror they've been through you've been told that many people died there now somebody's after you ...and your children I've gotten used to sending love in postcards through phone lines, on computer screens tell me how do I get this to you now past explosions and terrified screams how do I tell you I ache for your children afraid to look up in the sky how do I tell you these things from far away with these words from my heart, I will try here in my safe little haven I try to picture your face and send out this message to a distant hopeless place praying compassion can bridge the chasm of war with only love, no easy answers to what the fighting's for I read in a newspaper story you cannot understand why the bombs are falling again why a landmine destroyed your son's hands how do I tell you I ache for your children afraid to look up in the sky how do I tell you these things from far away with these words from my heart, I will try to tell you to tell you to tell you YOU'RE NOT MINE Words and Music: Nancy Cook A group of Tibetan monks visited our community in Colorado, and shared their wonderful sacred art of sand painting, creating lovely Mandalas which were then reverently destroyed, demonstrating the reality of relentless change. Nancy Cook: acoustic guitars, vocals Randy Kelley: acoustic guitars Chris Engleman: bass Bonnie Carol: marimba Recorded at Snowflake, Breckenridge CO I will walk with you through the mountains I will walk with you through time I will never lose you as long as I never own you I'm not yours and you're not mine I have painted countless pictures of the future My brushes dripping with vivid desire A canvas collection of petty dreams and disappointments consumed with a purifying fire I will walk with you through the mountains I will walk with you through time I will never lose you as long as I never own you I'm not yours and you're not mine I'm still painting pictures of the future These days I only paint them with sand Every night the wind blows and that's all it takes To remind me of where I stand I will walk with you through the mountains I will walk with you through time I will never lose you as long as I never own you I'm not yours and you're not mine BE STILL Words and Music: Nancy Cook The original version of this song was inspired by my friend and spiritual mentor Mary Johnson. When she died in 2002, I altered the lyrics to specifically honor her memory. Nancy Cook: acoustic guitars, vocals Randy Kelley: acoustic guitar Chris Engleman: bass Bonnie Carol: hammered dulcimer Gail Smith: synthesizer strings Recorded at Snowflake, Breckenridge CO 2005 She's had a good life and plenty in this beautiful place and time but she still feels a longing deep down inside so she's paying attention with her heart and mind Recognition is stirring it will not be denied she's moved out on the threshold where the old world falls away to reveal a sacred place where she might hear You say Be... Be still Be still and know..... Be still and know I am Be still and know that I am God A lifetime of changes, a lifetime of grace And a wide open heart to match the smile on her beautiful face Teacher, mother, lover and friend Sowing compassion like seeds on the wind She's moved out on the threshold where the old world falls away to reveal a sacred place where she can hear You say Be Be still Be still and know..... Be still and know I am Be still and know that I am God and everybody has a story, with a quest for protection embedded in the page but she knows it's an illusion for as cozy as we make it it's still just a cage Now guide us to the threshold where the old world falls away to reveal a sacred place where we might hear You say Be Be still Be still and know..... Be still and know I am Be still and know that I am God Abba, Ruah Sophia Maitreya Om Mani Padme Hum IT'S MORE Words and Music: Nancy Cook A happy blues song for my husband. Nancy Cook: acoustic guitars, vocals Randy Kelley: acoustic guitar Chris Engleman: bass Karen Petereson: piano Ed Billeaud: drums Recorded at Snowflake, Breckenridge CO It's more than just the touch of your hand it's more than how you love me like nobody can these things that tie me to you I still don't understand you know how to take me past distractions of the day you smile and you breathe and blow them away till there's nothing left between us not a single word we need to say like the songs we hear in silence the things we see in the dark the way you know without asking secrets tucked inside my heart And it's more than just the touch of your hand it's more than how you love me like nobody can these things that tie me to you I still don't understand these things that tie me to you I still don't understand BRISTLECONE PINE Words and Music: Hugh Prestwood The best way I know to describe the beauty of my Colorado mountain home. Thank you Mr. Prestwood. (Recorded with permission.) Nancy Cook: acoustic guitars, vocals Chris Engleman: bass Gail Smith: synthesizer strings, piano Recorded at Snowflake, Breckenridge CO ROAD BY ROAD Words and Music: Nancy Cook For years I struggled with the " siren call" of the Road. There is something really intoxicating about setting out alone with your guitar, a map, and a string of gigs in brand new places. On the other hand, there's only so many times you can feel okay about coming home with $35 and a day old bagel to show for it. Nancy Cook: acoustic guitars, vocals Randy Kelley: acoustic guitar Chris Engleman: bass Bonnie Carol: congas Nancy Cook and Dick Orleans: atmospheric and percussion design Recorded at Giant Track, Estes Park CO Ooh I feel your face and hands in a lonely motel dream soothe this reckless rider, and keep me from coming apart at the seams And it's road by road, town to town stage by stage, setting up, tearing down road by road, by road by road town to town Common sense says call a halt to this fast and furious pace my train's about to jump the track and I've lost all sense of place So it's road by road, town to town stage by stage, setting up, tearing down road by road, by road by road town to town Rolling through the darkness, familiar forms fade night reveals a different world to carry me away And it's road by road, town to town stage by stage, setting up, tearing down road by road, by road by road town to town SKIING THE BLUES (the bonus track) Words and Music: Nancy Cook and Dan DeMars Dan came up with the idea for this one snowy night in Breckenridge. That's how we became friends, and this song has brought countless smiles to so many folks over the years. Hooray! Nancy Cook: acoustic guitars, vocals Dick Orleans: lead guitar Recorded at Giant Track, Estes Park CO Well I'm off to Colorado, away from the daily grind to a Rocky Mountain vacation, I got skiin on my mind I'll trade in my shoes for some toe jammin boots you can keep your double back diamonds-I'll be skiin the blues I don't wanna keep skiin them green trails I've been stuck there too many years I just got to make some progress, it's reducing me to tears this ain't no news-I wanna be skiin the blues then you could call me intermediate (I'd be proud) to be skiin the blues Bridge Well they say no guts, no glory-I believe it's true and if you're right behind me those are my guts you're skiin through why do I come back here each season, I could easily wind up dead smacked against a pine tree with a ski pole through my head I fantasize 'bout black diamonds, poppin moguls would make me feel cool I could look like king of the mountain, mostly likely just a fool till then we'll cruise-we'll be skiin the blues I'm comin back here next year- I'll be skiin the blues.