Stand Up & Raise Some Hell

 

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Recorded at Owl Hollow January-October 2013; Mastered at Focus Mastering by Doug Van Sloun; Cover photos by Conrad Good;
The Duck “Duck Banner” by Kenneth W. Justman; Saxophone charts by David Beasley.

Special thanks to: Al Doub, for driving the bus; Doug Huggins; Jenifer Welch for the two great songs: Justin Rudiger; Larry Dunn; Al & Michelle Irions; Clete Baker; Joe Voda; Dan & Gary at Sokol; Bogie; Steve Malott; Almeda Berkey; Zachary, Kim & David Beasley; Nils Anders Erickson; Marilyn Thomsen; Grant Bowerman; Gary & Tom & the good folks at Wick’s Truck Trailers; Jeff & Jason at Powers Automotive; Dan Cerveny at Omaha Musician’s Assn., Local 70-558; Beth McBride; Steve Kocer; Paul Godtland; Marti & George Wilson; Terry Tonkinson; Fr. David Hemann; Darren Hopson; Linda & Franz; My Angel Donny; Gerry, Tammy, Ariel and Henry Talacko; Amy Van Horne; Dr. Michelle Aizenberg, Dr. James Gigantelli and all the staff at UNMC;
and most importantly, the people who are kind enough to purchase our products and attend our shows.

We honor all the troops who have sacrificed so much for our country.
We are also proud supporters of: The Toy Drive for Pine Ridge Indian Reservation-www.toydriveforpineridge.com,
The Pacific Whale Foundation-www.pacificwhale.org and The Nature Conservancy-www.nature.org

all songs copyright 2001, 2013 - Blue Thorn Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved - lyrics available at: www.christyrossiter.com / www.112northduck.com

Lyrics

Stand Up & Raise Some Hell - Beebe, Rossiter, Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Michael Beebe - guitars
Billy Talacko - saxophone
Dave Nauman - backing vocals
David Beasley - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums, backing vocals

In the darkest night
Through loneliness and fright
You'll be my guiding light

When my life is passing by
When my life makes me deny
When my life is damn unfair, and I don't care, you'll kick my chair, we'll
Stand up and raise some hell

On the darkest day
When work wants me to pay
You'll be there come what may

You won't tell me to agree
You won't tell me who to be
You won't tell me just get by, and if I try, I'll find out why, you'll
Stand up and raise some hell

Through my darkest past
When others left so fast
I knew your love would last

There's now time so can't you see
There's now time for you and me
There's now time and I love you, you know I do, you know it's true, let's
Stand up and raise some hell

The Way You Are - Beebe, Welch

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Michael Beebe - guitars
Billy Talacko - saxophone
David Beasley - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums

Amy's Song - Talacko, Rossiter, Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Michael Beebe - guitar, lead guitar
Billy Talacko -guitar
Fr. David Hemann - backing vocals
David Beasley - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drum

I could see you were scared, the fear showed in your eyes
I had to turn my back to you, I knew that I would cry
They rolled your bed down the hall, I wanted you to stay
It was everything I could do, to turn and walk away

You woke and smiled at me, your eyes were still so bright
You took my hand, said my name, I knew then, you'd be all right

Sadness grew through my soul, it welled up in my heart
The thought of life without your wit, would tear my world apart
The question lurked in my head, would I see you again
I forced myself to maintain hope, and only wondered when

You woke and smiled at me, your eyes were still so bright
You took my hand, said my name, I knew then, you'd be all right

I saw the signs of pain, throughout the long cold night
I reached and softly touched your cheek, in morning's gentle light
I had The Priest pray to God, for he'd know what to say / I prayed to God
The sun came up and set again, we'd passed another day

You woke and smiled at me, your eyes were still so bright
You took my hand, said my name, I knew then, you'd be all right

The gift of Jim and Michelle, kept death's long arm at bay
The way you always work so hard, gave you your own fair say
I hope my love helped some, too, a person you could call / My love helped too
The fact that you are still alive, a testament to all

You woke and smiled at me, your eyes were still so bright
You took my hand, said my name, I knew then, you'd be all right

Humuhumunukunukuapua'a - Beebe, Rossiter, Van Horne

Zachary Beasley - vocal
Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Michael Beebe - guitars
Billy Talacko - saxophone
Dave Nauman - backing vocals
Doug Huggins - ukulele
David Beasley - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums, backing vocals

I was diving in Hawaii so many years ago
Filming all the creatures a swimmin' down below
Then into the frame, swam a colorful flame
I saw that special fish I couldn't say it's name

Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Oh yeah,
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Oh yeah,
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Oh yeah,
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a

It's the sweetest little creature that I have ever seen
Snorting like a piggy when it is feeling mean
Yellow like the sun, until it's on the run
Its name I just keep singing cause it brings me so much fun

Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Oh yeah,
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Oh yeah,
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Oh yeah,
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a

So warming up the planet really doesn't seem too bright
Saving all the whales would really be alright
I've seen all the bids, to put life on the skids
So wake up everybody save the ocean for your kids

Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Oh yeah,
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Oh yeah,
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Oh yeah,
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a

I love living by the ocean life there's always so grand
Eating all the food that is grown upon this land
Don't take for granted, this planet that's enchanted
Or the human race will die off or have to be transplanted

Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Oh yeah,
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Oh yeah,
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Oh yeah,
Humuhumunukunukuapua'a

I'm Not Gonna Tell You - Beebe, Rossiter, Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocals
Michael Beebe - guitar, lead guitar
Billy Talacko - guitar
David Beasley - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums, backing vocal

Strolling in sunshine always a pleasure,
Walking in rain storms its own reward
Laying in green grass under the moonlight
Watching the clouds pass over my head

I'm not gonna tell you
What you want to know
I'm not gonna tell you
I gave it up so long ago

Tanning on beaches toes in the hot sand
Seeing the gulls fly over the sea
Hearing the waves break very hypnotic
Soothing the savage beast in my soul

I'm not gonna tell you
What you want to know
I'm not gonna tell you
I gave it up so long ago

Days when our youth were so often misspent
Years of our lives gone by in a flash
Dreaming of lifetimes carefree and happy
Watching our friends with lives unfulfilled

I'm not gonna tell you
What you want to know
I'm not gonna tell you
I gave it up so long ago

Flying on carpet, with my Aladdin
Soaring on currents of peace within
Coming together, from out of the sun
Fighting for something, bigger than one

I'm not gonna tell you
What you want to know
I'm not gonna tell you
I gave it up so long ago

Take a Walk With Me - Beebe, Rossiter, Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Michael Beebe - guitar, lead guitar
Billy Talacko - guitar
Dave Nauman - backing vocals
David Beasley - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums, backing vocals

I like your look, I like your style
I like the way you make me smile
I love your heart, I love your soul
I love you more as we grow old

I'm gonna sing in the sunshine
I'm gonna dance in the rain
I'm gonna do what I think I can't
So come on, come on, come on, take a walk with me

I like your gait, I like your stride
I like the way you take my side
I love your heart, I love your soul
I love you more as we grow old

I'm gonna sing in the sunshine
I'm gonna dance in the rain
I'm gonna do what I think I can't
So come on, come on, come on, take a walk with me

I like your face, I like your eyes
I like the way you tell no lies
I love your heart, I love your soul
I love you more as we grow old

I'm gonna sing in the sunshine
I'm gonna dance in the rain
I'm gonna do what I think I can't
So come on, come on, come on, take a walk with me

Shades of Gray - Beebe, Rossiter, Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Michael Beebe - guitar, lead guitar
Billy Talacko - guitar
David Beasley - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums


I cried all morning, I didn't sleep last night
My heart is breaking; I need to make it right
I knew I loved you baby, the day that I lost you

You see right through me, right to my darkest fear
Your heart is giving; I feel it when you're near
I knew I loved you baby, the day that I lost you

I pray forgive me, you'll see how much I care
My heart was selfish; I need to learn to share
I knew I loved you baby, the day that I lost you

You have to hear me, I never told you lies
Your heart still loves me; I see it in your eyes
I knew I loved you baby, the day that I lost you

Saddle Up & Ride - Beebe, Rossiter, Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocals
Michael Beebe - guitars
Billy Talacko - saxophone
David Beasley - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums

You were born, fifth of may, down on the farm, with barely a nickel to your name
Sick and tired, wet and cold, trapped like a rat, you yearned for a little bit of fame
Your Sundays spent in church, singing hymns was not what you planned
By sixteen, you'd had it, you made your first move, and sang with a rock and roll band

Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Do yourself proud
Saddle up & ride

Earned yourself, ninety days, locked in the jail, for screwing up and breaking the law
Got yourself, thirty more, down in the hole, for holding back on things that you saw
You always talked the talk, and said you'd never do it again
But each time, you got out, you rode the same horse, and ended up back there again

Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Do yourself proud
Saddle up & ride

Bought yourself, years of pain, and misery, by staying with the wrong kind of boy
Didn't learn, never would, that was your way, of looking for the right kind of toy
You never did a thing, to improve your sense of self worth
So don't say, you don't know, the games that you played, to insure your place on this earth

Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Do yourself proud
Saddle up & ride

Rode a train, headed west, ten years ago, with nothing but the clothes on your back
Got a job, met a man, smarter than you, with better ways to stay on your track
You finally saw the light, and found a life to which you laid claim
With lost years, to makeup, together you grew, and then rode right off with your fame

Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Do yourself proud
Saddle up & ride

Smart Phone Junkies - Beebe, Rossiter, Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Michael Beebe - guitar, backing vocal
Billy Talacko - saxophone
Dave Nauman - backing vocals
David Beasley - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums

You see us holding this dreadful machine
Thumb twitching zombies, not a brain to be seen
Wherever we go we're not really there
The resident evil is a hand held affair

Smart phone junkies - we're everywhere
Smart phone junkies - we don’t seem to care
Smart phone junkies- on a techno high
Smart phone junkies - we're hooked 'til the day we die

Can’t watch a movie or talk to a friend
We pay no attention to the shows we attend
We don’t have a fact or thought in our minds
There's no need to know 'cause the phone never lies

Smart phone junkies - we're everywhere
Smart phone junkies - we don’t seem to care
Smart phone junkies- on a techno high
Smart phone junkies - we're hooked 'til the day we die

I know this one thing we're thinning the herd
We walk into traffic like some stupid bird
We fall down the stairs, and don't watch our backs
When signal goes down we have panic attacks

Smart phone junkies - we're everywhere
Smart phone junkies - we don’t seem to care
Smart phone junkies- on a techno high
Smart phone junkies - we're hooked 'til the day we die

Gettin' Better - Beebe, Welch

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Michael Beebe - guitar, lead guitar
Billy Talacko - guitar
Dave Nauman - backing vocals
David Beasley - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums, backing vocals

The Westboro Blues - Beebe, Rossiter, Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Michael Beebe - guitars
Billy Talacko - saxophone
David Beasley - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums

Get off your box, we need the soap
You've got your faith, but hate the Pope
You keep on shouting til you're blue
You repeat your crap just like it's new
Funerals held hostage by a few
So you will never be, no you will never be, that goddamn right

Fold up your tent, we need the room
Please don't you preach, your words of doom
People will love the ones they do
Go back to your bus and take your crew
So mothers won't hear the tripe you spew
So you will never be, no you will never be, that goddamn right

Get off the cross, we need the wood
You think you're right, that's understood
You don't love those that die for you
They defend your right to have your view
I bet you'd protest the dead Christ, too
So you will never be, no you will never be, that goddamn right