Love and Protest, by Chris Conly

Love and Protest

by Chris Conly

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1.	Bourbon & the Bed 05:10	lyrics	buy track
Thanks again for the bourbon and the bed Now it’s time to rest my head Where do you turn when you’re down and out? Gotta find a stranger who can help you out Trouble walks in and she sits at the bar (mmm) Drinkin’ more Bulleit’s gonna make me a star (ooh ooh ya) Juke joint walls, the tales they tell (ooh ooh oh) A long list of boys that went to hell (hey ya ya) End of the night and the bar is full (where ya at boy?) Broads on tables don’t take no bull (don't give me no bullshit) I don’t know what you’ve been told (I don't know what you've been told) Won’t trade my bourbon for a pot of gold (hey! hey!) Don’t know a soul in this one-horse town (lookin' for someone) Stranger walks in and she buys me a round (can I get you that, boy?) No idea where I’m gonna crash (boy I've got a good idea) Brings me back to share her stash (hey yeah!) Then she says, she just left jail Petty drug crime and she’s out on bail Gotta hit the hay - get up with the sun Livin’ on the road is like livin’ on the run (hey! hey!) Last thing I do ‘fore I skip town (last thing he did 'fore he skipped town) I grab a pen & paper, and I write this down: (got a note, this what it read) “Thanks again for the bourbon and the bed” (4x) (said "thanks again for the bourbon and the bed!")
2.	Hollywood On My Doorstep 03:52	lyrics	buy track
I’ve got Hollywood on my doorstep Movie stars at my door Broads in the bar room Sayin’ “Just one more!” Just another work day On the avenue Just before the sun set I can cash my IOU Mariachi in the basement Barkin’ from the back Frenchman smokin’ cigarettes No time to look back Past another bar room With candles on the walls Get my good looks for free And my beers best of all Hollywood! Bright light! Hollywood! All night! Liberty in the distance Beaming up with hope A beacon to all sailors Sailing their last rope Now I have arrived I knock upon the door One last glance to the hungry One last handout to the poor I’ve got Hollywood on my doorstep Movie stars at my door Broads in the barroom Sayin’ “Just one more!” Just another work day On the avenue Just before the sun set I can cash my IOU Just before the sun set I can cash my IOU Just before the sun set I can cash my IOU
3.	Meter Man 04:32	lyrics	buy track
Excuse me mister Meter Man Spare me five or ten I heard the world is ending soon I’ll be gone by then All respect Mister Officer Shouldn’t make no difference If I stay a minute To work on my defence And I know it’s just a job So you can pay your bills But the citizens you rob We’re taking to the hills Like we’re in the wild west Bounty hunters everywhere Barkeeps & Cowboys Had a chance to sell their wares But a tax was layed upon then Levyed for no cause The rich were getting richer And they were writing all the laws Excuse me mister Meter Man Spare me five or ten I heard the world is ending soon I’ll be gone by then Have mercy on me! Just grant me this one time When you’re on your deathbed I’ll be circling in your mind One person to another I’ll be the first to say There's bigger fish to fry Full time crooks who got away And if the moment strikes you To join me for a drink The Saloon around the corner I’ll meet you in a blink I’ll save a seat for you A Whiskey or a Rye Then we’ll get to business And I’ll look you in the eye Excuse me mister Meter Man Spare me five or ten I heard the world is ending soon I’ll be gone by then We can speak like gentlemen Discuss the day’s events How you define guilty Under what pretense We have a Social Contract All parties have agreed Just tell it like it is You’re only drive is greed When you take our purpose Don’t lend a helping hand We’ll take it to the streets To protect the working man That is all I have to say Until we meet again That is all I have to say Until we meet again Shall we meet again You’ll wish for better days Payin’ off your judges Ain’t the only crime that pays Excuse me mister Meter Man Spare me five or ten I heard the world is ending soon I’ll be gone by then I'll - I'll be gone And you - you'' be gone We'll both - both be gone By then
4.	Top Shelf Tina 05:08	lyrics	buy track
I walk in, she’s sittin’ there Rings of smoke all in the air A fancy drink is in her hands An expensive dress, and a spray on tan I ask her if this seat is taken Naughty eyes, she’s been makin’ I get declined, so polite She wants to be alone tonight Classiest woman in all the land When the Bartender takes her hand She settles up, and pays her tab He walks her out and flags a cab “Goodnight Miss Fey and get home soon, until tomorrow afternoon.” He walks back in to face us kids Everybody knows, who she is She’s a martini sippin’ A dollar-bill drippin’ Hair flippin’ diamond in the rough You know you’ve seen her Sittin’ (there) with Gina All dressed up and showing off her stuff She’s “Top-Shelf Tina” It’s been a long day, I started early Just walked in, only 4:30 And who do I see, at the bar? Top Shelf Tina, The movie star The Four-Faced Liar is home away from home She won’t talk to no one, she won’t get to know ‘em She’s been that way all her days The people move on, but he Vodka stays! She’s a martini sippin’ A dollar-bill drippin’ Hair flippin’ diamond in the rough You know you’ve seen her Sittin’ (there) with Gina All dressed up and showing off her stuff She’s “Top-Shelf Tina” She’s a martini sippin’ A dollar-bill drippin’ Hair flippin’ diamond in the rough You know you’ve seen her Sittin’ (there) with Gina All dressed up and showing off her stuff She’s “Top-Shelf Tina”
5.	Satisfied 04:23	lyrics	buy track
Who cares, what anyone thinks? Talk is cheap, you should get some sleep We’re drinkin’ whiskey with nobody home Call me up now we’re not drinkin’ alone It’s nights like these, hangin’ with my friends That I know I can never pretend Give me the keys, and let me drive Let’s have a chat, while we’re still alive Take a breath, and let it all go I ain’t gonna sweat it, ‘til the end of the show Why can’t I get, out of the way? I take it higher every day Might never reach that finish line Don’t be surprised if I kill myself tryin’ Who cares what anyone says Pretty soon we’ll all be be dead No need to hurry - don’t have to speed It’s all the same - you’ll get what you need Maybe this party - ain’t what we thought Let’s just finish - the bourbon we bought The bands done playin’ - the next one’s up I see a 5-string bass we’re shit out of luck We hit the street - we’ll hop on down Lord knows we’re Mexico-bound Why can’t I get, out of the way? I take it higher every day Might never reach that finish line Don’t be surprised if I kill myself tryin’ Who cares if anyone’s smart You ain’t got nothin’ if you ain’t got heart Nobody’s here for a very long time So don’t hang around now, lookin’ for signs Take a breath - take a break Stay awake - for safety’s sake Don’t take no shit, stand up for yourself And Always be lookin’ at the very top-shelf That’s all I’ve got - this bottle is shot I’ve got 2 more sips and it’s back to the top Why can’t I get, out of the way? I take it higher every day Might never reach that finish line Don’t be surprised if I kill myself tryin’ Why can’t I get, out of the way? I take it higher every day Might never reach that finish line Don’t be surprised if I kill myself tryin’

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"Love and Protest" airs a wooden warmth with a slight tinge of whiskey breath. Serve warm. Feeds 5. Rinse. Repeat.

Brooklyn-based singer-songwriter Chris Conly's new 5 track EP “Love and Protest” blends fiery guitar work, timeless songwriting, and showcases an impressive array of special guests. The original tracking sessions were engineered by Rich Blakin, who worked with Paul Simon, Chicago & James Taylor and was co-produced with Mike Flannery.

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released June 25, 2013

Produced by Chris Conly & Mike Flannery.
Additional tracking and mix by Mike Flannery at Bass Hit Studios, NYC.
Mastered by Rob Calhoun. LA

THE BAND:
Chris Conly (ChrisConly.com) - Lead Vocals, Acoustic & Electric Guitars, 12-String Guitar, Slide Guitar, Maracas
Brad Maestas (BradMaestas.com) - Electric Bass
Adam Minkoff (AdamMinkoff.com) - Drums, Piano & Organ [Hollywood On My Doorstep, Top Shelf Tina]

SPECIAL GUESTS:
"One Track" Mike Flannery (MrFlannery.com) - Vocals [Top Shelf Tina, Meter Man, Satisfied], Tambourine [Satisfied]
Brittany Anjou (BrittanyAnjou.net) - Piano [Satisfied]
Clara Lofaro (ClaraLofaro.com) - Vocals [Bourbon & The Bed]
Abby Ahmad (AbbyAhmad.net) - Vocals [Hollywood On My Doorstep]
Phil Sterk (myspace.com/PhilipSterkMusic) - Pedal Steel [Top Shelf Tina]

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Chris Conly Brooklyn, New York

Brooklyn-based singer-songwriter & guitarist Chris Conly has a new 5 track EP is called “Love and Protest”. Combining fiery guitar work, and timeless songwriting, it features an array special guests. The original tracking sessions were engineered by Rich Blakin, who has worked with artists like Paul Simon, Chicago & James Taylor. ... more