Here she comes
Miss innocence
With her big black eyes
Slender leaf
Blowing on the wind
A wolf in sweet disguise
Golden branch
Pure as wine
How could I pretend
Up she creeps
The thorn upon the vine
The love that is my end
Yes she cries out loud
Been coming around here a while
The ache it grows like a tall high rise
She always comes with a smile
Sweet as silver
Like a bird
How could I defend?
Down it goes
Spiraling away
The love that is my end
Yes she cries out loud
Been coming around here a while
The ache it grows like a tall high rise
She always comes with a smile…
She always goes with a smile
So you are an angel
And I don’t even care
Wings, white light and halo
An angel fierce and fair
I’m not afraid to love you
To hold you up on high
If you are my angel
Don’t matter if I can’t fly
So you come from higher
A place I just can’t see
Not afraid of falling
Just knowing you’ll carry me
So maybe you’ve tumbled
From heaven, up so high
Still, you are an angel
I’ll praise you, earth or sky
So you are an angel
Fallen from a star
With your crooked halo,
I'll take you as you are
So your wings are broken
And you can’t get so high
Still, I love you angel
Don’t care if you can’t fly
Little Devil
2 PM Wake up call
Smoking a cigarette
Playing my favorite song
Kentucky bourbon no ice in a plastic cup
Shaped just like your black corvette
Even 100 proof
Can’t hide the smell of you
Breaking this other-worldy rule
The night is falling, it's dark again
Don’t call me angel
Won’t call you prince
If you come calling,
Little Devil of my heart
I will let you in…
The world keeps turning
What goes around comes around
I am a dirty girl
This is a dirty town,
For the fallen
I can’t help it
Don’t judge me my lover
Cuz this is my business
What's under the covers
Is an old song and dance
The light is falling, It’s dark again,
Don’t call me angel
Won’t call you prince,
And when you come calling
Little Devil, of my heart,
I will let you in
Can’t help myself…
I will let you in
2 PM Wakeup call
Smoking a cigarette
Playing my favorite song
Kentucky bourbon no ice in a plastic cup
Shaped just like your black Corvette
Gold Violin
I followed him down, down to my knees
Into the water to gaze on his beauty
I watched as he swam naked and golden
Returned every morning, for I was beholden
I stole to his chamber, the place where he sang
I found lying there, his gold violin
I lifted his bow and lay it to string
Played four shrill notes, then she came in
Cuz he wasn’t mine to have
Wasn’t mine to have
He was the good, all in lightness clad
And he wasn’t mine to have
She lay out her hand, fingers long and fair
Play softer she whispered, for that song is sacred
So I left that place of reverence and awe
Lay down that bow, and out to her shore
Cuz he wasn’t mine to have
Wasn’t mine to have
He was the good, without all the bad
And he wasn’t mine to have
I followed him down, down to my knees
Into the water, to capture his fancy
For he was the good, all in lightness clad
But I hesitated, and he went ahead
So I understand, something of this world
She is my woman, she is my girl
Cuz he wasn’t mine to have
He wasn’t mine to have
He went ahead, and I hesitated
Cuz he wasn’t mine to have
Season of Stone
I am in a place
Of shade and shadow
Where achilles came to roam
There is business here
Trade and barter
Ash and precious stone
It comes rolling on the thunder
Diamond hard and cut in many colors
And I go below
I go alone
Cuz it grows below
In my season of stone
I am in a place of haze and heartache
Where the shades try to run
I’ve found my business here
I deal in precious stone
And I find it in my season of darkness
I save it for my season of stone
And I go below
I go alone
Cuz it grows below
In my season of stone
I am in a place of
Ash and basalt
Where the fallen heroes come
There is passage here
Up and down
And the fare is precious stone
It comes rolling on the thunder
Diamond hard and cut in many colors
And I go below
I go below
Cuz it grows below
In my season of stone
Written around the experience of losing her father, Season of Stone is a 6-song EP that depicts Deborah’s mourning process through strange dreams, spiritual journeys and tales of city life. The work combines the quality of a studio album with the intimacy of a live performance.
Deborah recorded the songs just after her father passed away, and arranged them the way he would have preferred: vocals, guitar and violin. In this pure and simple arrangement, Deborah’s voice is raw and immediate, and you can at times hear grief in the vocals. Charlie Rauh’s guitar shines on these songs, combining a purist's ear and a penchant for sacred music, with the gravel and sophistication of a musician that’s carved a niche for himself in New York City. Nathalie Bonin’s experience in music for film and TV comes through in her atmospheric violin, and lends the songs an appealing, soundtrack quality. Each song was recorded in one take at Rift Studios in Brooklyn, with the exception Searching for the Light, which was co-written by Deborah's friend and musical collaborator Sari Dajani in Montreal, and featured on the soundtrack of Quebec's leading drama, "La Galere."
The album is Dedicated to Deborah's father, Jean Louis.
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