Been Here Before

by Laura Meyer

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Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Steve Rossiter at Axis Sound in NYC, August-September 2010. All songs by Laura.

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released 11 November 2010
Laura Meyer - guitars & vocals
Peter Negroponte - drums
Steve Rossiter - piano, organ, & synthesizers

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tags: leslie rhodes alternative blues folk folk rock guitars moog organ rock singer-songwriter Los Angeles

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Track Name: Been Here Before
BEEN HERE BEFORE

Been here before
Got a rope against my neck
Been here before
I guess I never left

The key’s in the door
I ain’t got nobody trying to get in
The key’s in the door
But it doesn’t fit

And I am probably gonna die here
Yeah, I am probably gonna die

Been here before
Sucking the blood right out of my bones
Been here before
I guess that makes it home

© Laura Meyer 2010
Track Name: Motel Room Blues #1
MOTEL ROOM BLUES #1

An empty motel and nothing to eat
11:30 is too early to sleep
An empty bed and a broken TV
Just salt and pepper and I need something sweet

An empty motel that I’d like to leave
Don’t know where to go without me
So I lie here empty and I try not to think
With a bible and a couple of drinks…

And I try to guess
Who the hell this Gideon is
And what’s he doing in my drawers
When it could be you instead

An empty motel – it’s a quarter to three
A few more hours and they’ll come to clean
An empty bed with a burn on the sheets
From a heavy head and a couple of missing feet

And I lie here in my mess
Listening to the pigeons
Yeah, I lie here – I confess
I don’t know what my religion is
But if I had just one just guess
I’d put my bet on my emptiness

© Laura Meyer 2010
Track Name: Roam
ROAM
Losing my mind
Losing my shoes
Walking barefoot
Through three feet of snow

Gonna find out
Where this path leads
Gonna find you
Got nowhere to go

Losing my mind
Losing my cool
Gonna find you
You got nowhere to go

Melting the ice
With my fever
Gonna make you
Wish you didn’t roam

Losing my mind
Don’t care to find it
Got my target marked
And ready to go

Gonna find out
Where you’re hiding
Gonna make you
Wish you didn’t roam

© Laura Meyer 2010
Track Name: Walls
WALLS

Walls are coming down
I can’t figure out
Where to hide my hurt
So you don’t find it first

Walls are coming down
I’m caught inside-out
Naked as a pane of glass
I feel my frame start to crack

When you rang my bell, those walls, they fell

Walls are coming down
I can’t keep you out
Although I know it isn’t safe
God, it feels so good to break

When you rang my bell, those walls, they fell
When you rang my bell, oh, I fell

© Laura Meyer 2010
Track Name: Don't Let Them Collect You
DON’T LET THEM COLLECT YOU

Don’t let them collect you
Don’t let them collect you
They’re just trying to get you
Put you on their shelf

No one’s gonna protect you
No one’s coming to the rescue
They’re just dying to dissect you
So you better take care of yourself

I’m sorry if I upset you
I didn’t see them possess you
I didn’t believe they could infect you
Turn you into something else
There upon their shelf

© Laura Meyer 2010
Track Name: Motel Room Blues #2
MOTEL ROOM BLUES #2

I lie awake, listening to the neighbors
Bang against the wall
I lie awake, listening to the neighbors
He won’t take my call

Cracked as this ceiling, but looks are deceiving
I can hold these walls
Cracked like this ceiling, there’s no light for reading
Just heavy footsteps in the hall

Earplugs and deadbolts won’t keep the bedbugs
From biting my skin
Neither earplugs, nor deadbolt, these pills, nor blindfold
Will keep the nightmares from getting in

I freeze on the covers ’cause too many lovers
Have lain upon these sheets
I freeze on the covers and there ain’t no others
To keep me warm when I sleep

So I lie awake, listening to the neighbors
Bang against the wall
I lie awake, listening to the neighbors
God, are you there at all?

Yeah I lie awake, listening to the neighbors
I know it ain’t their fault
I lie awake listening to the neighbors
And I pray for dawn

© Laura Meyer 2010
Track Name: Fake
FAKE

I look at these boys
With their guitars and their songs
They sound just like yours
They sound just like you
Just like you do

Oh but they’re only boys
And their guitars are just toys
They can’t play them like you,
No, they only fake it
They make pretend they are you

Oh and they aren’t as good as you
Because they’re only faking
And if anyone could ever fake it…
Well it would be you

I play your records inside my room
And I can’t help believing that the words, they are true
Even though I know you are faking
You fake it so good

You smile for the camera and when the light hits your eyes
No one could guess that even those are a lie
But beneath those baby blues
I’ve seen the red break through

And I confess that for one night I’d play the fool
And take what you say as the god honest truth
Because even when you’re faking
You make me feel so good

Oh and they’ll never make it – not like you could
Cause they’re much too honest and who wants the truth?
Yeah, tell me, who could want the truth
When she could have you
Who could want the truth
Now that she has you?

© Laura Meyer 2010
Track Name: Mr. Sympathy
MR. SYMPATHY

Hey Mr. Sympathy
Can you save a little bit for me
I know you like to keep your ledger clean
Squeaky, squeaky, well ain’t you sweet

Hey Mr. Sympathy
Go on and make a little bit for me
I’m counting 1-2-1-2-1-3
Look at all that you take from me

But you never give me your sympathy
No you never give me your sympathy
You never give me your sympathy
Go on and blow your nose on my sleeve

Hey, Mr. Sympathy
Go on, stir a little sugar in your tea
Put a pillow beneath your feet
’Cause you ain’t gonna take no more from me

No, you’re never gonna get my sympathy
No, you’re never gonna get my sympathy
You’re never gonna get my sympathy
Go on and blow your nose on your own sleeve

© Laura Meyer 2010
Track Name: Ghost
GHOST

Straight for the answers
Straight for the answers
You reached right into my very soul

How’d you get in there?
How’d you get in there?
Tell me, how did such a young man get so old?

And I don’t believe in time but I believe in ghosts

I take my chances
I take my chances
I took my chance in letting you go

And I don’t believe that I will ever give up my hope

And I don’t believe in lies… not even my own
When I look into your eyes I see a ghost

© Laura Meyer 2010
Track Name: Blackberry Lane
BLACKBERRY LANE

Blackberry hedges and the mailboxes are white
Trying to send a letter that I never wanted to write

Blackberry Lane
Everything has changed

It’s the first house on the left and this street is a dead end
So you drive by it once and then you drive by it again

Blackberry Lane
Never quite the same

Well you see through the blinds and you cannot help but stare
Then you reach for the mailbox as if someone were there

Blackberry Lane
Don’t it feel so strange
Blackberry Lane
Never quite the same
Track Name: Motel Room Blues #3
MOTEL BLUES #3

The phonebook, the Bible, and the Bhagavad Gita
An empty motel room and me
The phonebook, the Bible, and the Bhagavad Gita
I’m beginning to feel obsolete

I think god has forgotten me, or maybe he just ain’t found me yet
I keep calling and calling, but tonight he ain’t taking requests…
So I open to random pages, looking for some kind of sign
I keep calling on strangers just to pass the time

The phonebook, the Bible, and the Bhagavad Gita
An empty motel room and me
The phonebook, the Bible, and the Bhagavad Gita
And there ain’t nobody here to see

And if my book had just one letter, it would be Y

I know I’m no saint, but tell me who is?
When even you won’t pick up or assist
A soul that’s in need, a soldier on her knees
Calling on Krishna or any deity
Whoever’s at home, god, we both know
You’re never too far from your throne…

And I’ve been living on air, singing my prayers
To busy signals and scriptures that don’t give a damn
Poor as Job, with nowhere to go
And Lord, I know I’m not, but I feel as old
As these listings – outdated – with no sign of a savior
Cause life is your party and you’re not handing out any favors today…

The phonebook, the Bible, and the Bhagavad Gita
An empty motel room and me
The phonebook, the Bible, and the Bhagavad Gita
But tell me, does anybody read…

The phonebook, the Bible, and the Bhagavad Gita
It’s getting so hard to believe
The phonebook, the Bible, and the Bhagavad Gita
There’s nothing left to do now but sleep

© Laura Meyer 2010