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Samantha Elin--Songwriter-Singer: Lyrics & Credits

SONGS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER

AS THE NIGHT WORE ON
Music by Danny Faragher
Lyrics by Samantha Elin/Danny Faragher
©2008

Danny Faragher - Vocals, Piano, Harmonica
Samantha Elin - Vocals
Bob Gothar - Guitar, Bass
Don Heffington - Drums
Arranged by Danny Faragher

Recorded and Mixed by Bryan Faragher at The Blue Print Sound, Los Angeles, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


The cold wind of loneliness blew me through the door
I slumped over a table, boots on a sawdust floor
Smiling women came and went like many times before
Then she floated in wingless and sad

She thought I was an artist by the earring that I wore
I thought she was an angel fallen at my door
We called each other soul mates, we danced across the floor
And I held her soft hand in mine

But as the night wore on and the drinks wore off
Our love wore down, we’d had enough
Thought we were seeing what was clear and real
But with the morning came the truth revealed

Two broken people seeking refuge in the night
High on the feeling this time they’d get it right
But as we kissed and held each other until the early light
My mind whispered it’s only a dream

For as the night wore on and the drinks wore off
Our love wore down, we’d had enough
Thought we were seeing what was clear and real
But with the morning came the truth revealed

It was just too good to be true
Too good to be true

Woke up to a lazy sun yawning its hello
Backs to each other, now it’s time to go
Outside sweet music’s playing but inside a cold wind blows
Nothing’s ever what it seems

And as the night wore on and the drinks wore off
Our love wore down, we’d had enough
Thought we were seeing what was clear and real
But with the morning came the truth revealed

Thought we were seeing what was clear and real
But with the morning came the truth revealed
* * * * * * *


CLOSED FOR RENOVATION
Music by Samantha Elin/Howard Yearwood
Lyrics by Samantha Elin
©2006

Karen Tobin — Vocals
Howard Yearwood — Guitars, Dobro, Bass
Don Heffington — Drums
Arranged by Howard Yearwood

Recorded and Mixed by Brian Soucy, Sunnyland Productions, Sherman Oaks, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


I’ve been hearing talk you’re itchin’ to ask me for my number
But there’s just one thing I think you ought to know
The doorway to my heart’s no longer open
Boarded up, drive the nails in slow

You can pick me all the flowers by the river
Send me letters long and true
I’ll still hang a sign across my heart
Paint the words in tears of blue

Chorus
This heart is closed for renovation
Shut down for repair
Tearing down the memories that settled there
Closed for renovation
Shut down for repair

When I was young, love came so fast and easy
Like a rush of whiskey to the head
But long ago a drifter slowed my restless heart
Winter came, he left my heart for dead.

You can bring me a silver locket with your picture
Buy me a dress soft and new
I'll still hang a sign across my heart
Paint the words in tears of blue

This heart is closed for renovation
Shut down for repair
Tearing down the memories that settled there
Closed for renovation
Shut down for repair

I’ve been hearing talk you’re itchin to ask me for my number
But there’s just one thing I think you ought to know
* * * * * * *


CORPORATIONS DON'T OWN US ANYMORE
by Samantha Elin
©2011

Samantha Elin - Vocals
Bob Gothar - Vocals, Guitar, Mandolin, Tambourine

Recorded and Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA


Corporations don’t own us anymore
Corporations don’t own us anymore
They don’t own us anymore
The gates are open, hear us roar
Corporations don’t own us anymore

We’re not gonna sit around and wait for things to change
Not gonna sit around and wait for things to change
We’re not gonna wait around for change
We’re gonna rattle the banker’s cage
Not gonna sit around and wait for things to change

Cuz 99 percent can’t be wrong
Ninety-nine percent of us can’t be wrong
We can’t all be wrong
So don’t tell us to move along
Ninety-nine percent can’t be wrong

Gonna stay out here as long as we should
We’re gonna stay out here as long as we should
Gonna stay as long as we should
Until Wall Street makes good
We’re gonna stay out here as long as we should

Uniforms won’t scare us away
Uniforms won’t scare us away
They won’t scare us away
We’ll be back the next day
Uniforms won’t scare us away

Left, right, center, we’re here as one
Left, right, center, we’re all here as one
Left, right, center, we’re here as one
The oligarchy is over and done
Left, right, center, we’re all here as one

Cuz rich men’s money don’t ever trickle down
Rich men’s money don’t ever trickle down
The money don’t trickle down
In an economy built by clowns
Rich men’s money don’t ever trickle down

Corporations own most everything
Corporations, they own most everything
They own most everything
Newspapers, government and TV
Corporations own most everything

But corporations don’t own us anymore
Corporations don’t own us anymore
They don’t own us anymore
The gates are open, hear us roar
Corporations don’t own us anymore
No, corporations don’t own us anymore
* * * * * * *


CUT THE WIRE
by Samantha Elin
© 2012

Samantha Elin - Vocals
Bob Gothar - Guitars, Bass, Drums
Danny Faragher - Trumpet
Arranged by Bob Gothar

Recorded by Samantha Elin at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, with thanks to Gary Griffin, and Mixed and Mastered by Matt Forger


You catch a plane back East
To your home that’s not your home
The next seat is empty
You stretch out all alone
Touch down on winter ground
Single file out the door
Your shoes feel too tight
Your head’s a grinding sore
No one’s waiting for you
Like a hundred times before
You wish things were different
Different somehow

You look up a woman
You left behind so long ago
To come out west to star
In your own imagined show
But the stars, they’ve all faded
And the music has slowed
She gave up a life of children
And married someone old
She watches him at night
And prays for his last breath
You wish it had been different
Different somehow

In California a lady lives
Beside a muddy lake
She keeps butterflies under glass
For boredom’s sake
She’s pinned your yellow stripes
And squashed your soul and heart
You’re only for display
Trapping’s her fine art
You struggle to move
But it’s really of no use
If only things were different
Different somehow
You wonder if it’s too late for you
If the light’s gone dim
You know, things could be different
Different somehow

Calling, calling, calling, calling, calling
She keeps calling, calling, calling, calling, calling
Hang up the line, hang up the line
Hang up the line, cut the wire
* * * * * * *


DREAM OF A BETTER DAY
Music by Hirth Martinez
Lyrics by Samantha Elin
©2009

Hirth Martinez - Vocals, Guitars

Recorded at Hirth's Castle by Samantha Elin; Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


Forty years Ed worked, punching in, clocking out
barely caught the last train heading home
He’d lean his tired head against the icy window
trying hard to forget he was alone
His cheap blue tie left a deepening crease around his neck
In his old wool suit, he could hardly breathe
But he imagined a day they’d send him off
with a gold watch and a cuff link for his sleeve
Well, he could dream

Silvie rose with the moon, she dressed by silver light
in a hairnet and a pair of comfortable shoes
A midnight train and a bus or two drove her to that place
where the machinery hums the nowhere blues
Her kids were always telling her, “Your time has come and gone
Mama, you know what we mean”
But she imagined a day a man would sense her grace
and she’d finally find the love she’d never seen
Well, she could dream

Dream of a better day
Somehow another way
Of a destiny so kind
Fortunes may collapse and fall
As sudden as a summer squall
But love, love will always shine


A cold November morning, sky a chalky grey
like any other weekday, Ed was sure
He huddled at his corner desk, his boss showed him the door
It was just about all Ed could endure
He trudged back to the station, thinking to himself
the times, they’re getting quite lean
But he imagined a day their cries would be heard
and he’d no longer have to struggle upstream
Well, he could dream

The machines sputtered to a halt with the breaking light
Silvie rushed to catch the 8:05
Her leg lightly brushed Ed’s outward knee
as he watched her float down the aisle
Time had gently carved rivulets across her face
A calmness lay around her he could see
They imagined a day they’d drive away
Clutching each other close, warm and so free
Well, they could dream

Dream of a better day
Somehow another way
Of a destiny so kind
Fortunes may collapse and fall
As sudden as a summer squall
But love, love will always shine
* * * * * * *

FOREVER HERE (KISS ME)
by Samantha Elin
©2015

Samantha Elin-Vocals
Bob Gothar-Ukelele, Bass, Vocals
Dan McNamara-Xylophone
Arranged by Bob Gothar

Recorded and Mixed by Dan McNamara at The Jingle Factory, Sherman Oaks, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


Sitting on a fence just wasting time
I don't know what you got in mind
But I don't care
We could sit forever here

Sharing two apples after dark
The sun comes up and work will start
But I don't care
We could share forever here

Kiss me, slide over and kiss me
Kiss me one-two-three
Put your hand upon my knee

Canoeing down a river in a boat for two
The catch is bad and the fish are through
But I don't care
We could canoe forever here

Instrumental

Kiss me, boy how you kiss me
Kiss me, une deux trois
Votre main sur mon genou

We're sitting on a fence just wasting time
I know what you got in mind
But I don't care
We could sit forever here

No I, no I don't care
We could love forever here
Forever here.................Kiss me (whispered)
* * * * * * *

GHOST
by Samantha Elin/Brad Swanson
©2010

Nicole Gordon — Vocals
Brad Swanson — Keyboards, Strings Programming
Arranged by Brad Swanson

Recorded and Mixed by Brad Swanson at SwanSound Music, Woodland Hills, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


You take another sip from your coffee cup
Turn another page but you never look up
I’m starting to wonder if I’m still alive
Cuz I can’t seem to reach across this divide

Am I a ghost in my own house
I can’t recall the last time
you noticed me at all

Is there an “us” left to be saved
Two troubled souls trapped in a maze
And if the bed were bare of sheets where I once laid
Would you care that I was gone or let my memory fade?

Can you hear me
Can you see me
Don’t let me disappear

Am I a ghost in my own house
Cuz I can’t recall
The last time you noticed me at all

Floating through walls was never enough
You didn’t even notice I’d fallen out of love
* * * * * * *


GOLD-DIGGIN' MAN
by Samantha Elin
©2007, 2011

John Cowsill - Vocals
Bob Gothar - Guitars, Mandolin, Banjo, Bass, Tambourine
Dan McNamara - Drums
Arranged by Bob Gothar

Recorded and Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, and by Dan McNamara at The Jingle Factory, Sherman Oaks, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


The early light cut through a torn curtain
Lit his wife’s hair a fiery gold
He left her side to see if the kids were still dreaming
He shivered hard in the brazen cold
Slipped down to the basement, pulled out a shovel
Splinters tore through his calloused hands
Then he snuck out back to finish what his great-granddaddy started
He was a silver-seekin’, gold-diggin’ man

He worked until his arms ached and the sweat flew off his shoulders
Threw down his shovel to catch one breath
His kids didn’t understand him and his wife turned a blind eye
The neighbors, they shrugged and turned their heads
But his will knew no boundaries and his faith was like floodwater
That swells deeper as it hits the dam
And the dirt piled all around him as he dug his life away
He was a silver-seekin’, gold-diggin’ man

He’d dig a hole to China, at least New Mexico
He’d give his soul for riches far below
His future shimmered bright, gold dust between his toes
The metal rods that shook told him so
His great-granddaddy rode West in 1848
Empty pockets, big dreams all he had
Miners cried “Eureka,” greed grew strong and fast
His best friend shot him in the back

The days rambled on and the sun sank soft and low
Everett Dunn felt closer to the prize
But his fate would soon appear in the guise of uniforms
Wild dreams the laws often despise
The men carried folders with papers signed and stamped
Citing Mr. Dunn with misuse of his land
Backyards are for mowing, not mining they told him
The silver-seekin', gold-diggin' man

On a quiet Sunday morning Everett died a broken soul
The preacher begged mercy for the damned
Now the dousing rods lie rusted in a tangle of weeds
Above the silver-seekin’, gold-diggin’ man
* * * * * * *


HEARTACHE DIET
by Samantha Elin/Danny Faragher/Diane Marie Ault
©2008

Samantha Elin-Vocals
Bob Gothar-Guitars, Bass, Percussion
Arranged by Bob Gothar

Recorded and Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


I bumped into a good ol’ friend of mine
She asked me, “Whatcha’ been doing with your time?”
She said, “Something about you isn’t quite the same
Can you tell me, tell me what is to blame?”
And I said:

I’m on a heartache diet
I can’t deny it
No way to hide it
If you wanna try it
Start with a plate of loneliness
A bowl of misery
You’ll lose seven pounds in tears

It all began back in the early spring
When I noticed he stopped wearing his ring
I wished he would tell me where he was bound
But he turned away and left without a sound

He put me on a
Heartache diet
I can’t deny it
No way to hide it
If you wanna try it
Take a bite of bitterness
A jar of jealousy
You’ll lose seven pounds in tears

I bumped into that same old friend again
She was looking real pale, kinda’ thin
I said, “Something about you isn’t quite the same
Can you tell me, tell me what is to blame?”
And she said:

I’m on a heartache diet
I can’t deny it
No way to hide it
I know that you’ve tried it
Start with a plate of loneliness
A bowl of misery
I lost seven pounds in tears

A glass of emptiness
A slice of sorrow
I lost seven pounds in tears
* * * * * * * *


IF I WERE A BOTTLE
by Samantha Elin
©2010

Samantha Elin — Vocals
Bob Gothar — Guitars, Dobro
Arranged by Bob Gothar

Recorded and Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


If I were a bottle of tequila
Would you love me then
Would you dance with me through the town
‘Til the moon’s untimely end

If I were a bottle of red wine
Would you want me every night
Would you rush on home to see me
In the glow of firelight

Would you lie atop a hill
Staring at the sky
Would your fingers trace my neck
As stars came sailing by

If I were a silver flask of whiskey
Would you keep me close to your chest
Would your lips hover so near
I’d always feel your warm breath

If I were a shot glass of bourbon
Would you feel mellow and kind
Or would you hold on so tight
Afraid love would unwind

Would you lie atop a hill
Staring at the sky
Would your fingers trace my neck
As stars came sailing by

If I were a bottle of tequila
Would you love me then
* * * * * * *


ON A LARK
by Samantha Elin
©2012

Nicole Gordon-Vocals
Bob Gothar-Guitar, Ukelele
Dan McNamara-Bass, Vocals
Arranged by Bob Gothar

Recorded and Mixed by Dan McNamara at The Jingle Factory, Sherman Oaks, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


Would you build me an igloo to protect me from the cold
Kiss me under the “Home Sweet Home,” love me when I’m old
Wrap your arms around me, whisper something bold
Would you build me an igloo to protect me from the cold

Would you pour me a swimming pool if it suddenly turned hot
We’ll float on the cool, cool water ‘til the sun is just a spot
Then walk me across a field, pick forget-me-nots
Would you pour me a swimming pool if it suddenly turned hot

Dance with me around the moon
Swing from star to star
Would you do anything, anything on a lark

Would you build me a wall of bricks if the wind roared all night long
Lay them down one by one while whistling a sweet song
Tuck me under a blanket and tell me nothing’s wrong
Would you build me a wall of bricks if the wind roared all night long

Dance with me around the moon
Swing from star to star
Would you do anything, anything on a lark

Would you build me an igloo to protect me from the cold
Kiss me under the “Home Sweet Home,” love me when I’m old
Wrap my arms around you, whisper something bold
I will build you an igloo to protect you from the cold

(Whistling)
Walk you across a field, pick forget-me-nots
I would pour you a swimming pool if it suddenly turned hot

Would you build me a red canoe if the river rose too high
Paddle ‘cross the water to the land that’s safe and dry
* * * * * * *


SHE DROVE (CHASING THE SUN)
Music by Samantha Elin
Lyrics by Samantha Elin/Brad Swanson
©2010

Brad Swanson — Vocals, Rhythm Electric Guitar, Keyboards, Drums
Howard Yearwood — Guitars, Bass
Arranged by Brad Swanson

Recorded and mixed by Brad Swanson at SwanSound Music, Woodland Hills, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


I was born and raised in the city, where a freeway blocked my view
Of concrete walks, cement walls, and sky a brownish blue
She tore up in an El Camino, stolen from her dad
She yelled, “Kid, let’s fly outta’ here, this place is drivin’ me mad.”
Knees a’knockin’, my insides shaking, time nearly froze
Her legs went on for miles and miles, lips a blood red rose

Chorus
She drove me fast and free
Over the bridge, past Fort Lee
Racing the wind to the country
The road flowed endlessly
Turquoise sky over me
Chasing the sun to the country

Flew halfway ‘cross Texas to a town called Rising Star
Where the kids hung out on the corner counting red, white, and blue cars
An old man pumping gas cried a tornado ripped off his door
Warned of another twister coming, said we better prepare for more
Her heel slammed down on the pedal so hard, the rearview mirror fell off
I swore we lifted off the ground, she swore we’d never stop

She drove me fast and free
Down the 183
Racing the wind to the country
The road flowed endlessly
Turquoise sky over me
Chasing the sun to the country

Ran headlong into trouble on the Amarillo plains
The front left tire exploded as black clouds broke into rain
The corn field rose so high, I couldn’t cut our way through
She closed her eyes and waved her arms, and a path widened for two

She grabbed my hand and led me to a barn five miles down
There she blessed me with her love, the wind’s moan the only sound
Woke the next morning to her footprints and a note
“A thousand roads await you,” was all that she wrote
Alone and seventeen, I never thought this would end,
With my insides torn to pieces, it hurt I can’t pretend

Hitchhiked East with nothing but a 20-dollar debt
Found myself back in the place where she and I first met
Climbed the corporate ladder, traded trees for cold steel
The higher you go sometimes the lesser you feel
Now I look out the high rise and I see a joyless world
I miss the horizon, I miss that crazy girl

She drove me fast and free
Over the bridge, past Fort Lee
Racing the wind to the country
The road flowed endlessly
Turquoise sky over me
Chasing the sun to the country
She drove me fast and free
Her hand on my knee
Racing the wind to the country
* * * * * * *


SILENT, STILL
By Samantha Elin
© 2011

Nicole Gordon - Vocals
Bob Gothar - Guitars, Bass
John Palmer - Flat Drum, Cymbals, Chimes, Tambone
Arranged by Bob Gothar

Recorded by Samantha Elin at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and John Palmer's; Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar, and Mastered by Matt Forger


I waited for you
I waited the day
I waited through the night
But you never came
No you never
I stood at the mouth
Listened for the river
To whisper your name
She was silent, she was still
I stood there the same

The moon shone down
Reflected off the water
The last man remaining
Turned his search lamp off
Faraway crows the only sound
He gazed down tired and hopeless
The sky opened up to rain
He was silent, he was still
I stood there the same

I remember when
You were three years old
And snow weighed heavy
On the roof
I sat by your bed
And held your hand
And wished for you
All that was good

The sun rose up
Shed light on the question
The river cradled the answer
In her arms
Washing you gently
Along her banks
I wove you a pillow
Of petals
Covered you in a blanket
Of leaves
But you lay silent, you lay still
I stood there the same
* * * * * * *


SLIP AWAY
by Samantha Elin

Brad Swanson — Vocals, Keyboards, Drums
Arranged by Brad Swanson

Recorded and Mixed by Brad Swanson, SwanSound Music, Woodland Hills, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


Are you keeping a list of the bad I’ve done?
Do you carry it around, I bet it weighs a ton
Has it weathered with age or faded from the sun
And do you read it like a Bible or memorize it for fun

Chorus
When it comes to the wrongs I’ve done
You remember each and every one
Sweet memories slip away ‘til there are none

You talk on and on ‘bout the lies I’ve strung
Tell all your friends the tales I’ve spun
At night you dream dark dreams of the tears I’ve brung
And you can count the times, the times I’ve almost run

Chorus
But when it comes to the love I’ve sung
You forget the words one by one
When the radio plays our song, you can only hum

Well, I wish I could forget, make my heart numb
Whisper goodbye, so long hon
Then I see a picture of you when we were young
Your graceful arms around our only son

Chorus
When it comes to the wrongs I’ve done
You remember each and every one
Sweet memories slip away ‘til there are none
But when it comes to the love I’ve sung
You forget the words one by one
When the radio plays our song, you won’t even hum
* * * * * * *


TEARS ON A CLOTHESLINE
by Samantha Elin
© 2009

Patty Booker - Vocals
Bob Gothar - Guitar, Mandolin, Bass
Arranged by Bob Gothar

Recorded by Samantha Elin and Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


I’m gonna hang my tears on a clothesline to dry
Hang my tears on a clothesline to dry
I’m gonna watch them flutter in the wind
Dangling from a wooden pin
Hang my tears on a clothesline to dry

You’ll see, I’m not gonna cry when you leave
I’m not even gonna cry once when you leave
Like a vindicated thief, I will breathe a sigh of relief
I’m not gonna cry when you leave

My feelings went away long ago
My feelings flew away so long ago
Buried for so long, I dug them up and like a swan
My feelings flew away long time ago

No one should be treated like I’ve been
No, no one should be treated the way I’ve been
Freedom is a word rising up until it’s heard
No one should be treated the way I’ve been

One day a woman will quit you cold
One day she will turn and quit you cold
Your bed will be half-empty and death will become tempting
One day she will turn and quit you cold

Then you’ll hang your tears on a clothesline to dry
Hang your tears on a clothesline to dry
You’ll watch the sun burn down from high
Way up in a cloudless sky
Hang your tears on a clothesline to dry
I’m gonna hang my tears on a clothesline to dry
We’ll hang our tears on a clothesline to dry
* * * * * * *


THAT’S JUST THE WAY THINGS GO
Music by Samantha Elin/Bob Gothar
Lyrics by Samantha Elin
©2012

Samantha Elin - Vocals
Bob Gothar - Guitars, Bass
John Palmer - Drums, Percussion
Arranged by Bob Gothar

Recorded and Mixed by Art Stucco at Sunland Ranch, Sunland, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


You’re sitting here beside me
Watching some TV show
It doesn’t really matter
We stopped talking long ago

You dispense the words I love you
Every night in bed
It doesn’t mean anything
It’s just a habit to be said

I guess that’s just the way things go
A lifetime of tearing our souls

They say that when kids grow up
And move along their way
It changes what they’ve left behind
To emptiness and disarray

So we struggle to fill the spaces
Where laughter used to be
We only dig a deeper void
It’s an American tragedy

I guess that’s just the way things go
A lifetime of tearing our souls

You used to swing me in the yellow sun
So high, oh my
Now that’s gone, gone, gone
So long

I guess that’s just the way things go
A lifetime of tearing our souls

Repeat

You’re sitting here beside me
Watching some TV show
It doesn’t really matter
We stopped talking long ago
* * * * * * *


THREE MONTHS
by Samantha Elin
©2009

Patty Booker - Vocals
Bob Gothar - Guitars, Bass, Dobro
Dan McNamara - Drums, Tambourine, Shaker
Arranged by Bob Gothar

Recorded by Samantha Elin at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, and Recorded and Mixed by Dan McNamara at The Jingle Factory, Sherman Oaks, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


Let me warn you from the start so you can choose to stay or go
My commitment may be brief but my kisses are real slow
There’ll be no vows to break, no rings to size or wear
No future plans or fights, just a woman who cares

My love comes with an expiration tag
For three months I’ll be the best girlfriend you ever had
I’ll kiss your lips so gently and always treat you right
And when three months are up, I’ll disappear into the night

Some women will say anything to get whatever they seek
You’ll believe all their lies ‘til their stories spring a leak
It’s not that you’re unworthy of a love that lasts for long
But better short and sweet than promises gone wrong

My love comes with an expiration tag
For three months I’ll be the best girlfriend you ever had
I’ll whisper sweet nothings and always treat you right
And when three months are up, I’ll disappear into the night

You can’t say I’m not honest, forthright and sincere
Would you rather I tell you only things you want to hear?

So when the season changes and you’re lying in your bed
Just remember that old saying buried somewhere in your head
Better to have loved and lost than never loved at all
And don’t wait up for the phone to ring ‘cause I ain’t gonna call

My love comes with an expiration tag
For three months I’ll be the best girlfriend you ever had
I’ll kiss your lips so gently and always treat you right
And when three months are up, I’ll disappear into the night
I’ll whisper sweet nothings and always treat you right
And when three months are up, I’ll disappear into the night
Disappear into the night…into the night…into the night
* * * * * * *


WAITING FOR YOU
Music by Bob Gothar
Lyrics by Samantha Elin
© 2010

Hirth Martinez—Vocals
Bob Gothar—Guitars

Engineered & Mixed by Samantha Elin, Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


Sitting on a bench
Waiting for a friend
Old man beside me
Writes a letter he’ll never send
Dog chasing its tail
Bird begs for a crumb
Kids race across the grass
Don’t care who’s lost or won

What a way to spend the day
Waiting for you to come

Paper airplanes fly
Trying to touch the sky
Old man tells me
His life story in rhyme
I see lovers holding hands
Squirrels playing in the sun
Skaters colliding
One falls and twists her thumb

What a way to spend the day
Waiting for you to come

I know every line of your pretty face
How the wind twirls your hair
How sweet your lips taste

Sun slipping down
Throwing shadows on the ground
Children’s laughter
Fades to a lonesome sound
You come running up the path
To the beat of my heart’s drum
The old man gives you his seat
As he quietly hums

What a way to spend a day
Waiting for you to come
And here you come
Here you come, here you come
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WEARY PILGRIM
Music by Samantha Elin/Danny Faragher
Lyrics by Samantha Elin
© 2010

Samantha Elin — Vocals
Danny Faragher — Harmony vocals
Bob Gothar — Guitars, Bass, Guiro
John Palmer — Congas, Shaker
Instruments Arranged by Bob Gothar; Vocal Arrangements by Danny Faragher

Recorded by Samantha Elin and Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger


I was walkin’ the backroads for days
Looking for a rest
Tired of so much space to roam
Was worn down I confess
I'd fled my sister’s clapboard house
During a lunar eclipse
Darkness, she carried me for miles
Left me in the California mist

Weary pilgrim
Leaving devils far behind
To cross that waterline
And bathe in the tears of the angels

Saw a six-foot shadow creeping
Along the side of Highway 1
Cloaked in many blankets
To block the sliver of a sun
He slipped to me a felt pouch
Filled with gold coins he had won
Saying, “Drop these in the water
Let each be a thing you’ve done”

Weary pilgrim
Leaving devils far behind
To cross that waterline
And bathe in the tears of the angels

Slept under a rose-colored moon
Stars fell to the sea
A million drops of perfumed water
Clung to the leaves

My sister packed a sack with guns
A map and some food
Told her husband to bring me home
Whatever he had to do
So he headed West through the mountains
On a smile and a thumb
His first scent of freedom sweet
But what would he become?

He stumbled across me lying
Under a 1000-year-old tree
He gazed around at the rocks, the clouds,
The dirt and the sea
He laid down his arms
Staring silent at the shore
He’d won a struggle or two
But knew he’d lose this war

Weary pilgrim
Leaving devils far behind
To cross that waterline
And bathe in the tears of the angels
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