lyrics at the bottom of this page

To order the symphonies CD direct from emily please visit www.myspace.com/emilywells $12 including shipping worldwide or download from iTunes:	The Symphonies: Dreams Memories and Parties As her dreams and waking life planned a party where her memories and the present could dance, Emily Wells wrote, performed, recorded, and produced a series of fantastically modern symphonies for the festivities. The much-anticipated result is the latest release from the indie-darling. “The Symphonies: Dreams Memories & Parties”, is a symphonic folktronica fantasy set in a lush sonic landscape, imbued with intelligent, emotive lyrics. The record makes the listener turn up the volume and press repeat, while the live show draws the audience in closer to the stage to stare in wonder at the pixie-punk of a girl, dressed in a crinolin, adorned with tiny white lights, who creates the sounds of an orchestra with one lone violin. To record “The Symphonies”, Wells used layer upon layer of strings, analog synthesizers and samples, drum machines, mettalophones, glockenspiels, and myriad musical toys, like her favorite toy piano and childhood music boxes. Add to all of this the beats of Sam Halterman’s big live dirty drums, and the warm depth of Joey Reina’s upright and electric basses, and you have the record that is being hailed as Wells’ best work to date. Emily’s wide vocal range is also showcased on the ten song disc, moving between haunting and mellifluous, dogged wide-eyed curiosity, and sophisticated self-deprecation. The underlying themes of dreams merged with memories all bathed in the ethereal golden glow of childhood sunlight, offer up the tone for this electrically charged album. Beautiful Sleepyhead and the Laughing Yaks (2006 edub productions) Beautiful Sleepyhead and the Laughing Yaks is lush with string arrangements, and instrumentation including upright bass, drums, glockenspiel, and banjo, this album has fourteen amazing songs, which flow together seamlessly. Enjoying the addition of upright bassist Joey Reina, and drummer Sam Halterman, Emily wrote, recorded, produced, and mixed the entire album. Complete lyrics at the bottom of this page.
to order beautiful sleepyhead direct from emily please visit www.myspace.com/emilywells $12 includes shipping worldwide or download from iTunes
	Praise for Beautiful Sleepyhead: Emily Wells has a quavering, angelic voice that has a little aura of strangeness. On Beautiful Sleepyhead and the Laughing Yaks, she uses that voice to great effect as her band helps her create shuffling, creaking portraits of idiosyncratic characters. Have a listen. -iTunes - July 2oo7 iTunes indie spotlight artist “Multi-instrumentalist Emily Wells says she's ‘most influenced by the songs and voices of Nina Simone and Bob Dylan.’ You can hear it in Emily's music. She's a singer-songwriter with unconventional and often chilling vocals.” - NPR - “Like a mix of Nina Simone and Bjork, Wells bled emotion with every word.” -Performer Magazine Live Show Review- “...songwriter Emily Wells wrote, produced, and mixed her most recent album, Beautiful Sleepyhead and the Laughing Yaks. The result is an accomplished record that combines the curious vocal delivery and lyrical quirkiness of Joanna Newsom with the world-weary wisdom of Billie Holiday...” -Flavorpill "BEAUTIFUL SLEEPYHEAD AND THE LAUGHING YAKS has some of the best, most well written music and gorgeous female vocals ever." -Robert Shamlin, Reviewer Magazine “The album’s instrumental complexity sets it apart from more traditional folk... her vocals are playful, fluctuating between fragile and precious, mischievous and seductive... Wells’ Beautiful Sleepyhead and the Laughing Yaks overflows with creativity and expressiveness, serving as the perfect reminder to never lose your creative control.” Performer Magazine - “EMILY WELLS, Beautiful Sleepyhead and the Laughing Yaks: Multi-instrumental singer-songwriter Wells’ resolutely indie music (written, produced, & recorded by Wells in her own studio with bassist Joey Reina and drummer Sam Halterman) should appeal to fans of freak-folk and poetic lyrics that wind outside usual verse-chorus-bridge constructs amidst quirky arrangements of keyboards, xylophone, guitar and violin. Warbling over solo piano, Wells flirts with preciousness on the Joanna Newsom-esque “Supermarket,” but the unvarnished vulnerability of “My Tin Car” is genuinely affecting, as is “View From a Blind Eye” -Pasadena Weekly- Emily Wells is an artist to watch out for, and Beautiful Sleepyhead and The Laughing Yaks is a very impressive album... Fans of Leonard Cohen, Elliot Smith, Tom Waits, Bright Eyes, Joanna Newsom and others in similar veins will find Wells a pleasurable listen... Her music is a brand of folk that lies somewhere between country and pop. Production touches include sounds of marimba, xylophone, acoustic bass, piano, brush-hit drums and beautiful harmonies... Highly recommended listening for fans of the new folk. Left Hip Magazine This scarily beautiful CD caught my attention by being low-key, unobtrusive and quietly brilliant... ethereal deconstructed tunes with no fluff, no gimmicks, no cliches; how refreshing. There is not a lot of “big” sound to the songs within, but the ... [songs] tower over many studio-tweaked albums that are big on sound but small on esthetics... The closest thing I could think of to describe Ms. Wells is like a stripped-down Portishead mixed with a Neil Young/Nick Cave/Nick Drake sensibility. -Reviewer Magazine- all other albums out of print

Making Static (2005 edub productions) Making Static is a winter kind of album of love and loss and the beauty of living. The production is minimal, using real instruments: electric and acoustic guitars played through a 70’s Music Man amplifier, a Hammond organ, piano, and violin. These are folk songs, in the sense that they tell stories. The first of this album’s eight songs, ‘Valentine’, was played in Los Angeles on KCRW’s Morning Becomes Eclectic. Making Static was written, recorded, produced, and almost entirely performed by Emily.

Music For Geek Love (2004 edub productions) This 18 track album is a roller coaster ride of experimentation and songwriting; embracing and melding electronica, hip hop, folk, and jazz and drawing from the influences of Nina Simone, Bob Dylan, Bjork, Aphex Twin, and Biggy Smalls. Music for Geek Love was written, recorded, preformed, and produced by Emily.

Shadow Box (2002 edub productions) This collaborative six song EP, features co production and songwriting with Brian Lapin (Black Eyed Peas) and Dan Wise (Run DMC, Love and Rockets).

One Mic Solutions (2001 edub productions) The title of this 10 song album tells its own story. The songs are simple, voice and acoustic guitar, recorded live by Paul Mahern with one rca77dx microphone on September 19, 2001 at 11:30 AM. These are road songs, written while traveling the highways, and interstates of the U.S.

Politikal Havoc 4 track loves you (2001 edub productions) Politikal Havoc is a somewhat odd combination of experimental, lo-fi material, recorded on analog 4 track, and songs written and recorded with myriad producers and songwriters. Collaborators include Ms. Jill Cunniff of Luscious Jackson. 20 tracks.

Midori Sour (1998 officially released in 2000 edub productions) The title of this album came from a four year old little girl, staying up too late one night, watching johhny Carson, and seeing a youngster by the name of Midori playing a vivaldi concerto on the violin. This fluke of bedtime evasion sparked the inspiration of a child that has led to a life of violin playing and songwriting, which as led YOU to this very page. Emily’s first CD release, Midori Sour’s 10 songs were recorded at the age of 16 by some guys in a smelly basement studio. This was the first of Emily’s albums to receive local press and acclaim on a large scale. Midori Sour was the album that caught the ear of Epic Records.

Invisible Holes (1997 edub productions) This was the first studio album recorded by Wells and released on cassette tape. This is the kind of album that was sold out of shoulder bags to anyone who had money to buy. 8 songs, 200 copies.

Lovesphere (1996 edub productions) This first album was recorded at the tender age of 13 in a friend’s bedroom with a stereo and a microphone, possibly the unknowing precursor to ‘One Mic Solutions’. 6 songs 100 copies, cassette.

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THE SYMPHONIES: DREAMS MEMORIES AND PARTIES… Lyrics

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Symphony # 1 in the Barrel of a Gun…

Oh my love, in the barrel of a gun. We’re the girl girl girls, with the golden

son. Oh my love. Nothing’s gonna stop us now except the long long lonely.

Nothing’s gonna stop us now, not the long long lonely. Oh My love.

Symphony # 2 and the Click Boom Boom…

Hey little fiddle got a ride from the ransom child little fiddle got a ride.

Took me out to the old truck yard with a prairie on my right and the ocean tide.

Long long ago when the sky opened up and the choir sang just like a child. I had

a place where I went to hide with the tall grasshoppers and my old friend time…

Boom boom, a click boom boom. Boom Boom, Fantastic… Back to my humble story

little one get her wish little one get her wish. Played it just like a knock on

the chin well I played it just like a violin. Synesthesia tastes just like a

rainstorm, hears like a lover’s kiss. Never told ya but I know that I owe you, I

owe you all of this.

Symphony # 3: The Story…

You never never know… I was just a shortie wanna make some sound, never knew I

had it goin round and round. So I learned to play a little bit of violin, but

most of all I learned how to listen. Round about 13 I got real bold, made a

little tape and that tape I sold. Recorded in the basement of some shady guys,

so I had to tell um, “fuck you very much and bye bye.” Then came Epic, they

really tried to sell it. “You’ll be rich and famous if you only make a record,

that has a lot of fluff, and don’t forget the hooks, babe just stick with us,

and they’ll be writing books.” I couldn’t do it so I headed for the coast,

homeless and remote, I learned how to float. Then I found my love and the one I

call my son, we live like forever has only just begun. You never never know.

(Count Bass D’s verse) Lost on a teenage sea wound up in Tennessee. Lost on a

teenage see wound up in (glory). Free I landed on my feet thanks to beats. Free

I landed on my feet thanks to (glory). Now here is something you were not told,

Dwight Spitz cannot be pigeonholed. Divine Miss Em Wells, a story she cleverly

tells, hillbillies vs. the business of Beverly Hills. Another concept we all

must ponder, absence of genre makes the art grow fonder.

Symphony # 4: America’s Mercy War…

Mercy, have mercy on me, America you won’t get no mercy. Mercy, have mercy on

me, America, do you believe in mercy? Penance, I got a penance, but I got no

God, so I won’t get no mercy. Money, just makes you hungry. America, there’s

your god… I’m a lover like no other, know how to get down on my knees, beggin,

till the morning sings. And even if I board your ship, saunter up with a swollen

lip, bleary eyed and talkin’ shit, easily we could lose our grip. So mercy,

mercy, tell the whole world your wide story. Mercy mercy, here’s another

allegory. Mercy mercy, Lord Lord have mercy.

Symphony # 5 Was a Surprise…

Don’t want to go to sleep tonight, cause I don’t think I’ll survive, without

Symphony, number five… Number five you were on my mind for three days and three

nights, never knew I had it coming. I laid down in the street for you, taught

the neighborhood how to creep for you. Said a few things, lovin’ lovin’ life.

Set aside my pride and my strife. Then I got up and I went to school, practiced

till my fingers turned a shade of blue. Learned how to love it, even when I

failed. Though I’ll admit it, I railed. Yeah, there were days, throwin up my

hands like a woman on plane, comin down, screamin down, runnin like rain.

Symphony # 6 Fair Thee Well and the Requiem Mix…

Fair thee well and the requiem mix I got a loan shark and a quick fix, for those

I left behind, in a suit case of fire flies, find ya, I wanna treat you right,

never leave you beggin and cryin. Coming down the mountain in a wet carriage,

full speed like a spent marriage. I got more than enough to keep me whole. For

once I’m not slightly out of control. Got crazy dreams when it breaks morning,

everyday, a requiem. These morning dreams are just like memories: Late night,

starring through the trees. I got words for this and the way it fits: It’s all

about the light and the sound around it. Fair thee well and the requiem mix I

got a feather bed and a couple of tricks, for those I left behind.

Symphony # 7: Dreams Memories and Heaven…

You sing.

Symphony # 8 and the Canary’s Last Take…

Where could we ever go, where the party’s all we know? Cause this little light,

oh it’s gonna shine. Yeah where could we ever go? Cause I got a long love, of

life…. This life’s all I got, gonna give it more than one chance. I get

opinionated when it comes to an avalanche, wanna see my baby dance, never feel

he can’t. Needs more than a few trees, needs a summer breeze. Needs more than a

little air to breathe, real sweet, with a mean streak. Needs more than blood to

feed the soil, can’t keep feedin’ baby on that motor oil, or the sound of the

gun fire, cause it’s wicked and it’s wild…. More time, they keep saying more

time, like time’s some sort of coalmine dove. But Canary’s barely breathing,

that little bird is wheezing, singin’ “What we really need is love, what we

really need is love. Love love love love.

Symphony # 9 and the Sunshine…

Woke up in the mornin’ and I rung the bell, it’s a long way across a wishing

well. Throw my pennies in one by one. They come up shinin’ like it’s just begun.

They come up wishin’ on the light of the sun. They come up knowin’ that I got no

gun, well, I’d fire off a round if I had it in me, but I know someday’ll be a

sunshine memory…. Walkin’ around in a kindergarten haze. Oh my, what a happy

game. Tell ‘um that you love ‘um till the end of your days. Tell ‘um that you

need ‘um in a bad way. Oh how happy is the look on your face, when you know

somebody and you want ‘um to stay. Memory is an old highway. If you drive too

long you might lose your way…. Sunshine. Never had it so good, in my childhood.

(Bright Sunday mornin’)

Symphony #10: Could This Really Be the End?...

Could it really be the end, Number Ten, will you dance with me? Could it really

be the end, Number Ten, we’ll just wait and see, and if it really is the end, I

guess I’ll throw a big party, and, all the boys and all the girls can come out,

and play with me. A friendly game of hide-and-seek, that could, easily last for

weeks, and just, when you think it’s peaked, you’ll forget to pour yourself

another drink. You’ll be happy. You’ll be happy. You’ll be happy, at my party.

Beautiful Sleepyhead LYRICS! (below)

Mt. Washington

e wells 2006

Before we got out, I had my doubts

but walking around in the middle of the town,

freedom can be fun

Tell me all that wakes you wise

forget the mortgage and the end of time

we’ll blend together like bleeding lips

and trust that death’ll be our dying wish

come on over to the dark side, I’ll keep it warm

My love, don’t you worry, I got you in my arms

So we got out, first thing that we did was hit the hill top

to gaze upon the city that had given us birth

and listen to the sound of a baby’s crying

It all starts somewhere… it all starts somewhere

And once the sun had left the autumn sky

and the laughing of the children had gone inside

we wandered through the shadows of the tall streetlights

and remembered that it all ends somewhere

It all ends somewhere… it all ends somewhere

Tell me all that wakes you wise

forget the mortgage and the end of time

we’ll blend together like bleeding lips

and trust that death’ll be our dying wish

come on over to the dark side, I’ll keep it warm

My love, don’t you worry, I got you in my arms

my time keeps floating away

My love, don’t you worry, I got you in my arms

50 year love affair

e wells 2006

Hear you … talking to me, talking to me … like a dissonant chord

In a minor key on your buffalo strings …. all hand tuned

To the ice cream man and a … symphony

Been about, been about 50 years … Even 4 hundred 52

I could’ve loved you longer could’ve loved you blue

Our friends have all made their own way

Some are gone, some are here to stay

The boy’s all grown we heard from him today

And your green eyes are looking at me

Yeah your gray eyes are just tryin to see,

just tryin to see

Hear me… talking to you, talking to you … Another summer come

Like a bucket of rain and the daily news… I got a story

Of a couple of lovers who… made it through

Pretty little pockets they are full

Of every little thing I ever gave to you and I love it

Well you gave to me like a giving tree

Fruit so sweet I go swingin’ free on your branches

Look at the time

Are you look…. Looking at the season

Just about dawn baby soon we’ll be leavin’

Been about … been about 50 years … Even 4 hundred 52

We go on livin cause we don’t know what else to do

Fountain of Youth

e wells 2006

Racked my brain, boy was it loud

the clouds spoke to me, and we all grew down

our roots took hold of the cracks in the ground

and the sidewalks, rose up to greet me

Hello, Hello… Pleased to meet you

Had I been awake, all of that time

Big red line across your soul

blood running out like a funeral

I’ve seen the look of your eyes,

How can I soothe?

blood running out

like a fountain of youth

Living alone, the tenements are full

of people in their bedclothes under disappointment’s rule

talking to their TVs, yeah, the pictures they talk a back

Lost somewhere in make believe with the world upon their backs

Hello, Hello… Pleased to meet you

I’m a sailor on your open book

though you write it down in code

You’re a language I hope someday to know…

Had I been awake, all of that time

Big red line across your soul

blood running out like a funeral

I’ve seen the look of your eyes,

How can I soothe?

blood running out

like a fountain of youth

Waltz of the Dearly Beloved

e wells 2006

You’re my desert, the line between the sky

and where the world gets solid

and willing to divide

I corner you in the bedroom

I find you at the sink

I picture you in the morning

I reach for you in my sleep

I was in love, with the sky it’s like a drug

I was in love, with my window at twilight

In the back room of my memory

Lives a small boy stocking shelves

of numbered periodicals,

and the dreams I don’t write down

got a typist on the bottle,

my stock boy only twelve

and dozing in the showroom

my many other selves

I was love with the sound of it all

I was in love, with not knowing, anything at all

I was in love, with the sky it’s quite a high

I was in love, with my window at twilight

I was love with the sound of it all

I was in love, with not knowing, anything at all

Big Love Lullaby

e wells 2006

I got a love so big, can you believe it?

I got a love so lucky, I could never take for granted

Such a sweet darling, ah with a good heart

Such a sweet darling, ah with a brave mind

You’ve got the world in your hands

Go running with it

Bring um your joy, bring um your brilliance,

Though they don’t deserve it.

I got a love like a lullaby It can sing me to sleep at night

I got a love so righteous… So righteous and innocent

I got a love like a joy ride

And the stereo, just might carry you… home

Supermarket

e wells 2006

Would you

would you carry me

with blistered feet?

How would I ever thank you?

and somewhere, in the middle of the river

You’d have to let me go

even though

no one ever taught me, how to swim up stream

I could just go with flow

and meet you in a barrel of laughs somewhere below

You speak

you speak soft and low

you got a way with words

I’ll never tire

and somewhere, in the middle of the night

you love soft and slow

I’ll never tire of your sneaky smile

I’ll meet you in a barrel of laughs below

If you ever lose your way

well I’ll meet you in the corner of the supermarket

and carry home

I’ll carry you home

Tisis Momar

e wells 2006

What do you do

with eyes like that?

What do you do

with a mouth like that?

What do you do

with hands like that?

Will you touch me all over?

What do you do

with a sky like that?

All dressed in blue

longing for the night to come back.

What’ll you do

when I wrap you up and I touch you all over?

I’m not the kind of girl to go running around

I got what I need

I’m not the kind of girl to go giving in out

I save my lovin’ for you… for you

You come to bed, when you’re ready to love me

I’m all yours, like the light from the window

There’s your voice, and your head on my pillow

when you touch me all over