Driftless EP

by Anna Vogelzang

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    releases 11 November 2014

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releases 11 November 2014

produced by Anna Vogelzang.

all songs by Anna Vogelzang (cant d’ocell music, ASCAP) except for Vanguard, written by Anna Vogelzang & Amanda Rigell (Nonstop Carnival, ASCAP).

Engineered by Mike Zirkel at Audio for the Arts in Madison, WI.
Mixed by James Frazee in Brooklyn, NY. Mastered by Warren Russell-Smith.

performed by
Anna Vogelzang: vocals, banjo, electric guitars, ukulele, baritone ukulele, piano, glockenspiel, handclaps
Shane Leonard: drums, percussion, acoustic & electric guitars, piano, synths, drum machine, vocals
Patrick Reinholz: cello
Amanda Rigell: vocals
Cheston VanHuss: clarinet, saxophone
Ben Willis: upright bass, electric bass
Andrew Young: vocals, handclaps



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Track Name: Amarillo
in your new life
I hope you promise to be kind
a little softer, less designed
all empathy and grace

in your new life
I hope each old choice can change
each bar and scar and circus train
every shadow to get shed

in my new life
I will wake up happy
I will stand so tall
I will just believe
in my new life
I will return phonecalls
I will pay the bills 
like the one you really need

in your new life
I hope you promise to take risks
drop the bottle, take a trip
break out from your blue

in your new life 
I hope solitude comes easy
but if you choose to speak to someone
I hope your words are understood

in my new life
I will wake up sober
I will knuckle down
I will just believe
in my new life
I will buy the groceries
I will change the sheets
like the one you really need

I will expect less
I will fence my heart
I will bleed the poison
I will start to shake you off

cause in this life
I see you as a raincoat 
boatloads of trouble off your shoulders
the selfish kind of dry