The New Wrong Way

by Rebecca Turner

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1.
Living Rock 02:27
Lyrics: I’m doing the living rock until my soul is set free. Even I counted myself out, I’ll make it, you’ll see. Dark days ahead, dark nights behind, tempting to check out. But what I find, won’t leave behind, won’t leave you without. Remember the night, Five Points were bright, pizza and ice cream. Walking around, that ring we found, those people got mean. There’s life in us, still time for us, still feeling those things: that fluttering, that muttering that rock and roll brings. You, you, you…do we really know each other? There, there, there…I think you should come closer. Still, still, still…keep a healthy distance. Now, now, now…it’s all about resistance! Wind in our hair, chill in the air, lights are coming on. Day into night, feeling so bright, you’re all in my palm. You, you, you…do we really know each other? There, there, there…I think you should come closer. Still, still, still…keep a healthy distance. Now, now, now…it’s all about resistance! I know, girls and boys, sometimes it’s noise, sometimes it is God. Sacred it feels, scared ‘cause it’s real, go until it’s not. Just do the living rock even if you’re not a fan. Inside the big mess, make it as perfect as you can. Try to make it as perfect as you can!
2.
Lyrics: I was born in Kansas City. You could easily have missed me in among the walkathon girls. My mother was a slippery slope, my father was a broken rope, and jazz was my whole wide world. A little bit scared and the lights all shining, I stood on the stage and something winding down from heaven pulled me up. I had to work hard to keep up. And the cat that can be alone is one up on the cat that can’t. Yes, you can make it on your own, just learn to hold your own hand. Fell in love a couple times. I felt it deeply in my mind, but I always came out scratching my head. A million times I almost bought it. Spent some time inside my closet, pulling hair and pulling threads. Out of control in the West Village; keeping it cool under lock and key. I kept improvising hard. When I was hooked, I still was free. Because the cat that can be alone Is one up on the cat that can’t. Yes, you can make it on your own, just learn to hold your own hand. Well, if you look at a few of my pictures, they do say my heart is with him. But look at the rest of the pictures: I’m looking away, or within. And in the most beautiful hat I sailed forth on a summer’s day. And I’m still living on the wings of that summer, in a beautiful way. And no, you don’t need a man, you just need a band to play
3.
Tenderly 01:50
4.
Water Shoes 03:43
Lyrics: I don’t know how to be how you are, be so sweet, like you are; wasn’t born on your star. But you make me want to take things apart, to rewind this old heart, at least as far as yesterday, when we swam in the river. The rocks were smooth; not the greatest of weather. I borrowed your shoes, and my happiness hovered on the surface of the water. The place was gray, wasn’t sure on that day If I was gonna stay, and I’m still not so sure. But you stepped in, threw some color around, made a home of this town. There were sounds coming down. Like yesterday, when we stood on the sidewalk, our smiles so big, we could step right inside them. The very next day, we might have been crying, but at the time, I forgot to. I don’t know what it is that I want. Maybe peace, maybe just not to always be wanting what it is that it seems that you have? Yes, I know you get sad. But your heart seems to live outside of itself, in a place mostly sunny. We’re walking through mud, and you think that I’m funny. And time tries to stop. Yes, I know that I’m quiet, trying hard to be good like you. Blueberry summer and we don’t get old. December lights and we don’t get cold. We spring together with our hearts on sleeves. Hope falls around us like some maple leaves.
5.
Cassandra 03:55
Lyrics: I need a big sound for an even bigger feeling. I need the searchlights, a car that peels out squealing. I need some high heels, a neckline that’s revealing. I need the guts I get when Cassandra sings. I love her music, and most of all I love her singin’. I love it when she shakes her head, her long hair swingin’. Her songs are loud and strong and all about her feelings. I love how I connect when Cassandra sings. There I was when she came to town; no way I was just standing around. Phone up, hand up, singing loud: I was witnessing! She struts the stage like an outlaw queen, all kinds of crazy energy, as real as real can be in this world of mystery. I need the floodgates, something to amaze me. I’m getting so numb, and most shit doesn’t faze me. But then her voice cuts through the noise and somehow sways me. I need the jump-start jolt when Cassandra sings. She and her man are smokin’ hot. If you’ve got love, you’ve got a lot. I’d sigh and say, maybe that's not me, maybe that’s OK. But when I walk with my headphones on, listening to Cassandra’s song, she’s predicting true love’s coming any day now. I'm such a fangirl, you might be embarrassed for me. Well, I don’t care what you think, that’s right, and I’m not sorry. ‘Cause when I’m falling down the slide of work and worry, I need guitar so proud and bass too loud, drums like guns and a worked-up crowd, purple lights, and warm, clear nights, and life let loose, when Cassandra sings. The truth rings out when Cassandra sings. There is no doubt when Cassandra sings.
6.
Idiot 03:46
Lyrics: Square room, white walls, pen, paper, phone calls. Dial turned, time stopped, guitar starts, pressure drops. Now you’re elegiac. You don’t even have to say it. Sorry about my lost years, when you didn’t have my ears. People are doing things for money; you and I must always do things for money. But we’ve also done tons of things for fun, when we can let ourselves have fun. So, let me know when you see the light. I’ll be your idiot tonight. The choices you make reflect the earthquakes. We won’t take up space. We can still shake up this place. And beauty’s still there, someone still cares. We all have our tastes, but now they’re all over the place. People are doing things for money. You and I have always done things for money. But we’ve also done tons of things for love, when we can muster up the love. So, let me know when the sparks ignite. I’ll be your idiot. I’ll be your idiot tonight. Your sweet laugh’s a little lower, and you talk a little slower. This city’s not the same. Oh, I hope they make it cool again! But who cares, anyhow? The whole world’s yours now. You’re all comin’ on in Egypt and Tucson. And you’re my pleasure, at my leisure. Saturday night treats my Monday right. Sometimes we favor the heroes; there’s a reason they’re called the heroes. But we’re all still finding new things to love, when we can muster up the love. So, let me know when the waves take flight. I’ll be your idiot. I’ll be your idiot tonight.
7.
Lyrics: April and the snow decided to melt. We’re outside now, despite the chill we felt. A little fleck of worry and the sun comes and goes. Move aside the wet leaves, I’m gonna free the rose. Been Rip Van Winklin’ forever now. We’ve arrived at this juncture, I’ve no idea how. By no means perfect, but today’s not bad. I’m gonna free the rose, you can bet on that. Someone brought it with the best intentions, during a trying time. It got transplanted with low expectations. Late last summer, it looked to have died. But brushy tan leaves are strangling the base. An innocent lilac’s all up in its face. The grapevine’s encroaching like it always does, coming in from the side and down from above. So, toss me my clogs and my red kneeling pad, the old pruning shears that belonged to my dad. I’m not stopping ‘til I see dirt. I’m gonna free the rose and I hope it doesn’t hurt. Just one stalk and thin as a wire, 10 inches high and not getting higher, basically brown with some patches of green, and a few little bumps that might become leaves. So, pull over the trash and hand me my gloves. And let’s try to be more patient, my love. Things will bust open when I free the rose. We’ll get out of the way and then who the hell knows?
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9.
Lyrics: Drivin’ around in your circumstances, I think you take too many chances. Where in the world’s your wherewithal these days? You didn’t see, that Volvo almost hit you, yes, my love, it almost missed you. Your worried mind is in a midlife haze. What were you thinking about? Your new career direction? Or was it this insane election? Or if you really have friends in this town? You’ve been staying up late. Yeah, you eat too much. You’re not young by any stretch. It’s time to settle up and settle down. Maybe one thing’s all you need to think about. And that’s me! This is my brand-new philosophy. You say life’s a moving meditation, well, this is a moving situation. Baby, I move you and you move me. But it’s like I’m not here. Hey, I’m your true love, look at me now! I can help you simply be now. You’re lookin’ everywhere but in front of you. Here’s your guitar. You’re always saying how you’re an artist. Where’s your art now the goin’s hardest? Write a new song about me and you. I don’t care if you write about my issues. I got time and I got tissues. I can take your brutal honesty. You say you just can’t get any traction. Clear the fog of your distraction. Save yourself, I love you, can’t you see? Don’t you want my sweet love? I love you even though you’re crazy. You just gotta breathe now. You’re such a good man, don’t you know? Everybody loves you. You’re smart and capable and sweet, and it’s not your responsibility, to worry about the president, or the 99%. Let’s make this some time well spent. Tomorrow we could meet our end. I wanna make the most of you and me.
10.
Sawtelle 02:04
Lyrics: Sawtelle new moon may seem to nest near misty trees, turn on more streets. See, tonight might mend some torn names. No more sad tales, true now more still. Sigh to near miss, muse saw things now. Noon, my slight touch: two nice men sing. Sad till next month, more sun trying, not missin’ town, tiny music. So, try normal. More sweet time now. Needs must slide through, to know myself. Sawtelle new moon may seem to nest near misty trees, turn on more streets.
11.
Lyrics: Two times in an hour, I kicked out my power. Songs are cutting off midway. It had the strange effect of making them seem less than they were to me back in the day. Streaming all the old songs got my memory worked up. My mind was racing with the grade school phrasing. Had to turn it off, and I’m lovin’ the silence tonight. What if music has no meaning? Yeah, it’s kept my heart beatin’, but it’s let me down and led me astray as many times as it’s saved the day. 26 to none, waitin’ on someone, listening to his favorite song. God, I love it too, so it must be true that this silly boy, he is the one. Seems like genius, God bless. Fits like my wedding dress. My mind was racing with the 90s phrasing. Had to turn it off, and I was lovin’ the silence that night. What if music has no purpose, but to caress us, and then to hurt us? Yeah, it’s let me down and led me astray as many times as it’s saved the day. So, I take the note that keeps repeating and hold it in a straight line. And listen to the sounds around me without identifying. And for a while it’s all clear, and I can see through to the next thing, until a song comes rushing in. I went back in time, found music that was mine, went forward and found something new. Felt like a new girl, saw differently this world, but it didn’t do what it used to do. With all my experience, I’ve lost my innocence. It goes on repeat and it won’t release me. Getting so sick of it, man, just give me the silence tonight. What if music has no meaning? Yeah, it’s kept my heart beatin’, but it’s let me down and led me astray as many times as it’s saved the day. What if you heard a song, fell head over heels in love, told yourself to be strong, and only listen that once? Would you sing to yourself in the car, figure it out on guitar, get sick of it anyway, find something new to play? Or give in to your musical sins, and listen till you’re sick again? It’s a matter, not if, but when.
12.
Tom Tom 04:29
Lyrics: Tom Tom, you were just a kid in Japan, they had brought you over from the States. So shy, you don’t know a soul in the land, but you can’t say it was a mistake. Alone in your room, in this strange place, someone took your hand. It was a video compilation by a certain band, oh Lordy, that’s when it began. Watching late into the night, senses working overtime. Goodbye, little broken heart! Went for a walk in the Ginza and you’re lost, with your head spinning back into July. A bad scene in a parking lot, you had not forgotten how that kiddo made you cry. Then music store, three floors, bright fluorescent lights, and a tape by a band that you kinda knew and kinda didn’t, asking you to buy it. Took three buses and a train. You tore off the cellophane. Goodbye, little broken heart! Oh, if those guys were a girl then the way that you feel would have been the crush to end ‘em all. There’s a fire and a judge, Andy’s standing on a desk, there goes Colin with a chain and ball. A language you can speak, something you can take apart. Oh, it’s tight and it’s cool and it’s fresh and it’s new, it’s not so much angry as it’s smart. It’s like voltage to your wire, like the Beatles but on fire. Goodbye, little broken heart! All of those mindless ladies with their short skirts, fire engine red. Fun to look at but, here’s what you wanted instead: you saw the future, and your fruitful musical life, electric guitars and a smart and a beautiful wife. Look, look Tommy, look at you in a month. Now you’re headed out into the sun. Cross-legged on the floor or back in the music store, you know you’re not the only one. Waiting out the summer, listening to Mummer, now that everything has changed. Your own chords, your own words, your own plans, your own world. Now you know you’ll never be the same. Count the days until you fly. You no longer have to cry! Goodbye, little broken heart!
13.
Your Job 02:41
Lyrics: It's been a long, and unusual day. So much has been laid at your feet, no wonder you don't have much to say. That's OK. I know you take your work so seriously. Well, right now your job is to go to sleep. Maybe some song is stuck in your head. You're trying to work out what to do, or worrying about something someone said. This day is dead. No one needs you now, not even me, and right now your job is to go to sleep. Tomorrow you'll get back to it. You'll talk to all your friends. You'll see it all more clearly. But right now, love, you gotta stop thinking ‘bout things that happen in the real world. Where you’re going is wild and free. I hope that you see me. Take this key to all your dreams. You’re the boss and right now your job is to go to sleep.

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Album release show November 6, 2019 at
Little City Books in Hoboken, NJ

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released November 6, 2019

Produced by Rebecca Turner and Scott Anthony

All songs Suburban Dessert Music (ASCAP) except Tenderly (Kobalt Music Pub America I OBO Edwin H. Morris & Co., Range Road Music, Inc.); Water Shoes (Suburban Dessert Music/Devastationalist Music); Sun in My Morning (Universal Music-Careers OBO Universal Music Publ. Mgb Ltd, Songs of Universal, Inc. OBO Crompton Songs LLC); Sawtelle (Suburban Dessert Music/Arjansing Music); and Tom Tom (Suburban Dessert Music/Seal Pup Music)

Recorded by Scott at Storybook Sound, Maplewood, NJ, and by Mike Wilson at Ardent Studios, Memphis, TN

Mixed and mastered by Scott at Storybook Sound
Vinyl master by Jeff Powell, Take Out Vinyl, Memphis, TN

Cover photography by Sherri Zuckerman
Photo of Linda Turner on TV by Paul Turner
Other photos by Scott & Rebecca

Design by Studio Adele Park

Project Management by Sue Raffman

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Rebecca Turner is a country-folk-rock singer-songwriter formerly of NYC and LA, now residing in Maplewood, NJ. First influenced by 70s FM radio and 80s-era record stores, her musical allegiances have ranged over the years from Emmylou Harris to Liz Phair, from Doris Day to Tom Petty, from Goldfrapp to the Go-Gos. rebeccamo34@gmail.com ... more

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