New Ride – Part 1
Produced by James Mastro. Mozart Studio, Clifton, NJ.
Copyright Lily Vakili
All rights reserved (2015)
Album design & photography: Lily Vakili
A performance at The Art Garage in Montclair, New Jersey led to an introduction to well-known Hoboken guitarist and producer, James Mastro, of Ian Hunter & the Rant Band, formerly of The Bongos and The Health and Happiness Show (producer credits include: Amy Speace, Jill Sobule and Megan Reilly).
In recording sessions at Mozart Studio in Clifton, New Jersey, Mastro brought it together with:
- David Mansfield, award-winning composer and multi-instrumentalist, on violin, mandolin, and pedal steel guitar; Mansfield’s credits include composing, recording and touring with a long list of luminaries (Bob Dylan, T Bone Burnett, Chris Mumford, Lucinda Williams, Shawn Colvin and Bobby McFerrin).
- Seasoned veteran, Smokey Hormel, guitarist for Johnny Cash, Adele, Norah Jones, Beck and Tom Waits.
- Frank Vilardi, on drums and percussion, whose touring and recording credits include working with Suzanne Vega, They Might Be Giants, The Bacon Brothers, Phoebe Snow and Jewel.
- Bruce Hanson, of the indie band Fellaheen, on dulcimer and acoustic guitar.
- Mastro on electric and baritone guitars.
- Neal Pawley, trombonist with Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes.
- And Megan Reilly, a Carrot Top Records recording artist,
- and Alma Schneider and Cecile Williams as back-up vocalists.
Lyrics: Wide Open
Lake City Blues
Calling on Angels
Wild Pony
Lyrics: Wide Open
Stuck in a small place
With you in my face
Following your every rule
Always bringing me down
It isn’t the money
It isn’t you honey
I could stay most anywhere
Anywhere but here
I’m going wide open
I’m going to live wide open
I’m going to be wide open
And I’m free
And you won’t see me again
It wasn’t always this way
They say that people change
You say you don’t recognize me
And I’m the one to blame
I’m going wide open
I’m going to live wide open
I’m going to be wide open
And I’m free
And you won’t see me again
It might take a long, long time
Before you can forgive me
Just tell your cold, mean heart
that I was good as I could be
I’m going wide open
I’m going to live wide open
I’m going to be wide open
And I’m free
And you won’t see me again
I’m going wide open
I’m going to live wide open
I’m going to be wide open
And I’m free
And you won’t see me again
Lake City Blues
Lake City Blues, that’s where I am
Lake City Blues, come around again
Just a mile or two, cross the tracks, out of town
There’s a country road, I’m going down
Lake City Blues, that’s where I am
Lake City Blues, coming around the bend
Past the sorghum fields and the live oak tree
There’s a low lying house, plain to see
Lake City Blues, that’s where I am
Lake City Blues, I’m home again
Waiting to see you in the garden outside
Talking about cardinals and the way that they fly
We’ll sit and joke about some good old times
We’ll sit and listen to the whispering pines
Lake City Blues, that’s where I am
Lake City Blues, I’m home again
Funny how time goes by
Chasing dreams and watching them die
It hard to hold on and be strong sometimes
When it feels like life is one long goodbye
Funny how time goes by….
I’ll take your hand and we’ll sing a song
The one about blue days, all of them gone
Lake City Blues, that’s where I am
Lake City Blues, coming ‘round again
Just a mile or two, cross the tracks, out of town
There’s a country road, I’m going down
Lake City Blues, that’s where I am
Lake City Blues, I’m home again
Lake City Blues, I’m home again….
Calling on Angels
The parting is sorrow
The waiting is so long
The cold where once was
the warmth of embrace
each word like an echo
of something that’s missing
each breath like a burden
each step like a weight
I’m calling on angels
I’m calling on angels
To lend me a halo
and spare me some wings
There must be a passage
That leads to a doorway
There must be a door there
That opens for me
I’m calling on angels
I’m calling on angels
To lend me a halo
and spare me some wings
And I know that it won’t be forever, you said
It’s only a matter of time
And the fields will be filled with flowers
When you and me are together again
There must be a doorway
That leads to a staircase
That reaches the heavens
Where loved ones await
I’m calling on angels
I’m calling on angels
To lend me a halo
and spare me some wings
I’m calling on angels
I’m calling on angels
To lend me a halo
and spare me some wings
Wild Pony
Had a home, had a man
Had some money, then you came around
Gave me some rope, I took the lead
Eyes like yours make me blind
To all your tricks and all your lies
Gave me some rope, I took the lead
hold my hips, hold my hands
Just one thing, don’t hold me back
Gimme the rope, I’ll take the lead
hold my hips, hold my hands
Just one thing, don’t hold me back
Gimme the rope, I’ll take the lead
Gonna take a ride on a wild pony
Gonna take a ride on a wild pony
Gonna take a ride on a wild pony
Lost the home, lost the man,
Lost the money, and I’ll be damned, so
Gimme the rope, I’ll take the lead
Say, you’re the kind of guy, I’m told
Knows when to stop and when to go,
Gimme the rope, I’ll take the lead
hold my hips, hold my hands
Just one thing, don’t hold me back
Gimme the rope, I’ll take the lead
hold my hips, hold my hands
Just one thing, don’t hold me back
Gimme the rope, I’ll take the lead
Gonna take a ride on a wild pony
Gonna take a ride on a wild pony
Gonna take a ride on a wild pony
Giddy-up now
Gonna take a ride on a wild pony
Gonna take a ride on a wild pony
Gonna take a ride on a wild pony
I’m ready for a new ride, babe
I’m gonna ride you rough and right
I’m ready for a new ride, babe
the kind that keeps you up at night, so
Gimme the rope, I’ll take the lead
hold my hips, hold my hands
Just one thing, don’t hold me back
Gimme the rope, I’ll take the lead
hold my hips,
hold my hands
Just one thing,
don’t hold me back
hold my hips, hold my hands
Just one thing, don’t hold me back
Gimme the rope, I’ll take the lead
hold my hips, hold my hands
Just one thing, don’t hold me back
Gimme the rope, I’ll take the lead
hold my hips,
hold my hands
Just one thing,
don’t hold me back
