At first it’s like a fairy tale–
Confetti, stars, and wishing wells.
Pretty soon it’s like a firesale and everything burns.
And everytime it sucks me in,
Convinces me that I can win.
Pretty soon I’m begging back again for another turn.
And I could believe it’s wasted time,
Cashing in all my dollars, dimes.
Calm, sweet.
You warm my heart and my cold feet.
I may never have to roam.
Now I’m home.
I get nervous, detonate, scalpel out to separate,
Sever everything I hate about myself.
I reap the whirlwind, sow a breeze,
Fill my head with eulogies,
I’m throwing back a world of remedies
and none of ‘em help
And I could believe in symbols, signs
Or I could just leave those things behind
Calm, sweet.
You warm my heart and my cold feet.
I may never have to roam.
When I was younger,
even last year,
I never once thought
that I’d ever find somebody so...
Calm, sweet,
you warm my heart and my cold feet.
I may never have to roam.
Now I’m
home.
credits
from Paul Jacobsen And The Madison Arm,
released September 27, 2008
Marcus Bently: resident Brian Wilson
George Brunt: bass
Pat Campbell: drums, percussion, bass drum
Dustin Christensen: vocals, keyboards, RMI, Rhodes
Dylan Schorer: pedal steel
Scott Wiley: electric guitars, programming
Becky Jean Williams: vocals
Paul Jacobsen: vocals, acoustic & electric guitars
This is thoughtful and melancholy, but not morose -- there is hope in its sheer beauty. Her sensitivity as an arranger and producer is as impressive as her songwriting and singing; the whole album has a lovely sense of texture and space. Joe Madden