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Rifles & Rosary Beads Documentary Premiere

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Rifles & Rosary Beads Documentary Premiere

Hello y'all! We premiered Neilson Hubbard and Josh Britt's Rifles & Rosary Beads Short Documentary in the Westin ballroom during AmericanaFest, and the great LA Times Pop Music Writer Randy Lewis interviewed me in front of an audience after the movie ended. 

The Rifles & Rosary Beads Short Documentary is now up on YouTube, so please have a look and share with your friends. I am so proud of how the documentary turned out. Please let me know what you think!

Rifles & Rosary Beads (a short documentary) is a twenty-minute film about the power and beauty of turning war trauma into art. The documentary tells the story of Mary Gauthier's experience of co-writing with Veterans and their families through the SongwritingWith:Soldiers program.

Each co-written song is a glimpse inside the heart and soul of a Veteran (or military spouse). The service member's words and stories bring listeners deep into the harrowing effects of war. Written honestly from a vulnerable place, the songs generate empathy and understanding, even if the viewer has no experience with combat and the effects of war on the human spirit.

The process of co-writing the songs is deeply therapeutic for both the Veteran and the songwriter, but it's not therapy. It's the making of art.

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World Debut: Got Your Six

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Video Debut: Click Here to Watch Got Your Six

This month we are excited to debut the video for "Got Your Six," from my new album Rifles & Rosary Beads.

I wrote "Got Your Six" with two female veterans, Meghan Counihan and Britney Pfad, who served in the army in Iraq. It was my first veteran co-write, at a retreat center outside of Austin, Texas. I watched as the two women sat next to each other, whispered in each other's ear, and occasionally held each other's arm. They were very close, and I could see that they were family to each other.

I asked them to tell me about their friendship. Did they serve together? Were they battle buddies? They looked at me and said, "We have each other's six."

"What? What's that?" I asked. They were suprised I'd never heard the term. "You know," one soldier said, without emotion. "I've got her back. She's got mine."

"On the battlefield," she explained. "12 o'clock is in front of you, 6 o'clock behind you. To have someone's 6 is to have their back."

To have someone's 6 means you'd die for them. When the full weight of that hit me, I knew I was entering another world, one I knew nothing about.  In their world, people die for one another. I understood quickly that a part of their deep bond is survivor's guilt, the aching memory of those they've lost. They carry the weight of that, daily.

They talked, and I listened, watching their body language, and noting the rise and fall of their voices. I took in the stories they told, as well as the ones they could not fully articulate. We sat together for a couple of hours. I took notes. When it got late we called it a night, and I went to my room and tried to mold what they said into a song. I did my best to make sure it conveyed what they felt and believed.

I played the song for them the next morning. They liked it, but pointed out a couple spots where my words were not exactly right. We kept working. They added new ideas. After a few changes, we had it.

When I played their song for them from start to finish, both of their faces opened. Their jaws dropped. Watching them become wide-eyed and filled with wonder hearing their song for the first time, I shared in their delight. We laughed and we high fived. We resonated. We were in sync. We'd written a song that reflected some of a soldier's deepest feelings.

I love this song! Special thanks to Meghan and Britney for being brave enough to share their story!

 

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World Premiere: "Iraq" Video

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RIFLES & ROSARY BEADS AVAILABLE NOW

*Trigger warning for sensitive content

Today we debut the video for the song Iraq, a story song that I co-wrote with retired US Army Veteran Brandy Davidson. Iraq appears on my new album Rifles & Rosary Beads.

Brandy's story speaks for itself, but I'd like to offer a few words about co-writing songs with female veterans. Here's the last verse of the song:

I stood my ground, I didn't give in
I drew a line again and again
When they whistled and whispered
When the wind kicked up dust

I looked to the sky
ask the Lord why
I had no one to trust

MST.
The first time I saw those letters was about five years ago, on the day I sat down to write with a female Vietnam Veteran. She had MST tattooed on her forearm, inside a large, black, oval circle. Her aging tattoo, ink way deep in the skin of her bicep, sat right below the fold of her t-shirt.

MST.
I asked her: Annie, what is MST?
She looked me in the eye and said
"Military Sexual Trauma."

My gut lurched like an airplane losing altitude quickly. Military sexual trauma (MST) is the term the Department of Veterans Affairs uses to refer to sexual assault or repeated, threatening sexual harassment that occurred while a Veteran was in the military.

MST includes any sexual activity in which one is involved against one's will - he or she may have been pressured into sexual activities (for example, with threats of negative consequences for refusing to be sexually cooperative or with implied faster promotions or better treatment in exchange for sex), may have been unable to consent to sexual activities (for example, when intoxicated), or may have been physically forced into sexual activities.

Other experiences that fall into the category of MST include unwanted sexual touching or grabbing; threatening, offensive remarks about a person's body or sexual activities; and/or threatening or unwelcome sexual advances.

About 1 in 4 women and 1 in 100 men respond "yes," that they experienced MST when screened by their VA provider.
*Source: US Department of Veterans Affairs Website

Female veterans often deal with sexism and sexualized violence during their service. Brandy's story, told in the song Iraq, speaks for many. A lack of resources and support continue to prolong their fight for justice and peace.

April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month.
I hope that this song helps move things in the right direction.

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A portion of every sale goes to the non-profit SongwritingWith:Soldiers.

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"Still On The Ride," World Debut

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4/1/18: World Debut: "Still On The Ride"

Today we are thrilled to debut the "Still On The Ride" video,
for the song I co-wrote with Veteran Josh Geartz at his first SongwritingWith:Soldiers Retreat.

The story behind "Still On The Ride" is an emotional one, full of tragedy, pain healing and restoration. Featured in the March 21st CBS This Morning episode "Healing The Emotional Wounds of War Through Song," I was able to describe the process of writing
"Still On The Ride" with Josh.

"There was one preeminent thing that really was bringing him to his knees...And that was the one of the death of his best friend,"
Gauthier said.

"I think the first line is kinda where you earned my trust, you know," Geartz told Gauthier. "She's trying to get the story, and like, I don't know, looking back on what comes to mind, I was like 'Who the hell knows?' And she goes, 'Good.' And you wrote down that first line." From there, everything Geartz had been holding in just poured out -- and into the song "Still On The Ride."

Looking back now, who the hell knows
Where the soul of a dead soldier goes
Guardian angels, maybe they're true
My guardian angel, maybe it's you

I shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be gone
But it's not up to me who dies and who carries on
I sit in my room, I close my eyes
Me and my guardian angel we're still on the ride

Click HERE or above to watch the "Still On The Ride" Video.

"Still On The Ride" is the 4th track on "Rifles & Rosary Beads," my new album that features 11 songs co-written with Combat Veterans and their families.

A portion of every sale goes to the non-profit SongwritingWith:Soldiers.

TROUBLE AND LOVE: WHEN A WOMAN GOES COLD

http://youtu.be/ZbE_NyyRDQs

I could forgive you, even your cruelty, if it were not for your calm.” ― G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday

“You overrate my capacity of love. I don't possess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me.” ― Thomas Hardy, Far from the Madding Crowd

I said to her, “Even though you knew you were getting a divorce, that it was over, wasnʼt there love left in your heart for him?” She said, “No. None at all.” I said, “ After 25 years of marriage? Two and a half decades of sharing a bed, a home, a life, two children? There was no love in your heart for him at all?” She said, “None. I was done with him. I felt nothing. It was over. That is all.”

Seems as though women have a switch in their hearts, and when it switches off, thereʼs nothing that can be done. What was once warm becomes cold, what was once tender become callous. The switch does not time travel backwards or forwards and cannot be undone. Time has no effect on it. The enormity of the change in temperature is bewildering at first, hard to believe. After initial confusion, amazement bubbles up. Awe. Then the inevitable despair, sorrow and surrender to the new reality. Where once was love: spiders and dust. Where once was connection: ice and chill. This is what happens When a Woman Goes Cold.

This song is a co-write with Gretchen Peters.

Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar - Mary Gauthier Electric Guitar - Guthrie Trapp Upright Bass - Viktor Krauss Drums - Lynn Williams Hammond - Jimmy Wallace

Produced by Mary Gauthier and Patrick Granado ©2014 Mary Gauthier/In the Black Records

 

LYRICS: WHEN A WOMAN GOES COLD

She didn’t get mad, she didn’t even cry She lit a cigarette and said goodbye I must a’ missed a sign, I missed a turn somewhere I looked in her eyes, I saw a stranger there

It’s the way she’s made it’s a natural fact Once she’s really gone, she can’t come back Ain’t no wedding dress ain’t no band of gold Gonna keep her there, when a woman goes cold

You’re no longer her concern Scorched earth cannot burn It’s out of your control when a woman goes cold She won’t give an inch she won’t be convinced Ain’t no mercy in her soul when a woman goes cold

I wish she’d scream and shout, I wish she’d slam a door I wish she’d curse my name like she’s done before But she looks through me like I’m not there And I’m dying here, and she just don’t care

You’re no longer her concern Scorched earth cannot burn It’s out of your control when a woman goes cold She won’t give an inch she won’t be convinced Ain’t no mercy in her soul when a woman goes cold When a woman goes cold, when a woman goes cold When a woman goes cold when a woman goes cold

©2013 Mary Gauthier/Gretchen Peters

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TROUBLE AND LOVE: FALSE FROM TRUE

http://youtu.be/FtPvJQw07_8  

My mama used to say “Your father has me so confused that I don’t know my ass from my elbow." When I was a kid, I didn’t know what she was trying to tell me. Today, it makes perfect sense.

Intense emotion piled on top of intense emotion over time… leads to utter confusion. My parent’s marriage was a roller coaster ride that ended in divorce after 20 turbulent years, and the turmoil involved in its slow demise ended up leaving us all discombobulated. Clarity came, but it took years.The battles of human love going bad -- the fog of war-- layers of shifting emotional sands, leave the mind in disarray. We end up upside down, spinning round, reaching for what was just there and is now nowhere to be found.What’s real now? What’s not? Who am I? Who are you? What were we? What are we now? In the thick of it, these are unanswerable questions. 'Till the roller coaster stops and till the dust clears, you just can’t tell False From True.

This song is a co-write with my good friend, Beth Nielsen Chapman.

Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar - Mary Gauthier Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar - Guthrie Trapp Upright Bass - Viktor Krauss Drums - Lynn Williams Piano, Hammond - Jimmy Wallace Background Vocals - Beth Nielsen Chapman

Produced by Mary Gauthier and Patrick Granado ©2014 Mary Gauthier/In the Black Records

 

LYRICS: FALSE FROM TRUE

Jagged edges broken parts Where you end and where I start Got so tangled up in you I can’t tell false from true You woke up inside a cage I woke up consumed with rage A million miles from our first kiss How does love turn into this?

A stranger showed up in your eyes Hard as steel, cold as ice I tried and tried but I could not break through There’s two of you and one don’t feel And I don’t know which one is real Loving you has left me black and blue I can’t tell false from true

Where’d you go where are you now? Can you feel my heart somehow? Still so full of love you But it can’t tell false from true

A stranger showed up in your eyes Hard as steel, cold as ice I tried and tried but I could not break through There’s two of you and one don’t feel And I don’t know which one is real Loving you has left me black and blue I can’t tell false from true I can’t tell false from true

©2013 Mary Gauthier/Beth Nielsen Chapman

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TROUBLE AND LOVE: TROUBLE AND LOVE

http://youtu.be/5_vzGnX60eY Some things go together naturally. There is inevitability in their coupling. Things like beans and rice, peanut butter and jelly, salt and pepper, wine and cheese, bread and butter. Cake and icing, syrup and pancakes, peaches and cream, sugar and spice. Bacon and eggs, spaghetti and meatballs, salt and pepper, fish and chips, corned beef and cabbage, macaroni and cheese. Chips and salsa, cereal and milk. Thunder and lightening, fire and rain. Ebony and ivory, fork and knife, nuts and bolts. Lock and key, brush and comb, silver and gold. Spring and rain. Rock and roll, fire and brimstone. Moon and stars. And for all the obvious reasons...

Trouble and Love

This song is a co-write with my good pal, Scott Nolan.

Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar - Mary Gauthier Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar - Guthrie Trapp Upright Bass - Viktor Krauss Drums - Lynn Williams Piano, Hammond - Jimmy Wallace Background Vocals - Ashley Cleveland, Darrell Scott and Beth Nielsen Chapman

Produced by Mary Gauthier and Patrick Granado ©2014 Mary Gauthier/In the Black Records

LYRICS: TROUBLE AND LOVE

At the Downtowner, near the Roosevelt Baths Forty-eight fifty if you pay in cash Spanish television up through the floor Desk clerk don’t look up when I walk by anymore

Blizzard outside, blizzard in her heart Lonely travelers and cheap motel art Snow is falling on snow that fell on snow I said hold on baby please don’t let go

Trying to catch my breath, she moved so fast Rumble strips, red lights, broken glass Twisted steel, sirens, and blood Love and trouble, trouble and love

A head full of dreams, a chest full of hurt Friends say walk on; it’s more trouble than it’s worth But my will is gone and my head hangs low It ain’t the leaving, it’s the way you go

Trying to catch my breath, she moved so fast Rumble strips, red lights, broken glass Twisted steel, sirens, and blood Love and trouble, trouble and love Love and trouble, trouble and love Love and trouble, trouble and love Love and trouble, trouble and love

©2013 Mary Gauthier/Scott Nolan

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TROUBLE AND LOVE: OH SOUL

http://youtu.be/ioRWWfd_Q4w Did Robert Johnson, King of the Delta Blues Singers who died at age 27, really sell his soul to the devil at the Crossroads? And did Satin come to collect his debt? What does it mean to sell your soul? Can you actually, literally, sell your soul? Robert Johnson played street corners and juke joints. He was ever roaming and ever lonely. He wrote songs that romanticized the traveling life and became a musical hero to musicians who followed in his footsteps. With unprecedented intensity, he transformed his life’s hardships into poetic heights- and mined deep emotional depths. He made beauty out of pain. Johnson took the intense loneliness, terrors and tortuous circumstances that came with being an African-American in the South in the Depression, and transformed his personal experience into music of universal relevance. If anyone would understand the sorrow of selling one’s soul, it would be Robert Johnson. So a visit to his grave, searching for redemption, in solidarity and prayer, in hopes of connecting with the spirit of a fellow traveller during a hard time, a time of deep questioning, well, it just makes sense…

This song is a co-write with my very talented singer/songwriter friend, Ben Glover.

Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar - Mary Gauthier Electric Guitar - Guthrie Trapp Upright Bass - Viktor Krauss Drums - Lynn Williams Piano - Jimmy Wallace

Produced by Mary Gauthier and Patrick Granado ©2014 Mary Gauthier/In the Black Records

 LYRICS: OH SOUL 

Black clouds blowing ‘cross a blustery sky Black clouds blowing ‘cross a blustery sky South of Highway 7 all alone crying Oh soul I sold you away

When you sell your soul it opens a deep dark hole When you sell your soul it opens a deep dark hole Drink ‘ll leave you thirsty fire ’ll leave you cold Oh soul I sold you away

Oh my soul I sold you away oh my soul I sold you away Oh my soul I sold you away oh soul I sold you away

It started with desires sweet soft kiss It started with desires sweet soft kiss Ended in an alley with my face against a fist Oh soul I sold you away

Oh my soul I sold you away oh my soul I sold you away Oh my soul I sold you away oh soul I sold you away

Redemption, redemption have mercy on me Redemption, redemption have mercy on me A body’s but a prison when the soul’s a refugee Oh soul I sold you away

I’m pulling into Greenwood to get down on my knees Pulling into Greenwood to get down on my knees By Robert Johnson’s grave pray my soul back to me Oh soul I sold you away

Oh my soul I sold you away oh my soul I sold you away Oh my soul I sold you away oh soul I sold you away

©2013 Mary Gauthier/Ben Glover

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TROUBLE AND LOVE: WORTHY

http://youtu.be/jhXeMPzTdjkI’ve always been drawn to the metaphor of the Phoenix rising, because it brings with it a blessed grace, a new kindness, a new sense of purpose, and a passionate self worth. The new bird is on a mission. From the ashes of a perfect defeat comes a new life. Fire, death, renewal, rebirth and the beginning of a new life-- ashes into flame. But how does a Phoenix rising from the ashes find its wings? What is the process by which deep and mighty blows deepen us, open us, make us better people? How does calamity and deep pain create deep empathy? These are big questions, and I am not the one to answer them here. It is a mystery, this sacred conversion of one form of life energy into another. But I know this-- a fundamental change in character, transformation, can happen after annihilation of life as we knew it. On the other side of wretched: Worthy.

This song is a co-write with my dear, multi-talented friend, Beth Nielsen Chapman.

Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar - Mary Gauthier Electric Guitar - Guthrie Trapp Upright Bass - Viktor Krauss Drums - Lynn Williams Piano - Jimmy Wallace Slide Guitar - Darrell Scott Background Vocals - Darrell Scott and Beth Nielsen Chapman

Produced by Mary Gauthier and Patrick Granado ©2014 Mary Gauthier/In the Black Records

LYRICS: WORTHY

It took a mighty blow to crack me to the core To finally come to know I could ask for more I’ve wondered all my life, why I felt so alone Trying to survive, how could I have known?

Worthy, worthy, what a thing to claim Worthy, worthy ashes into flame Worthy

Left stumbling in the dark, I had to go within So I traced my scars, back to where I’d been A diamond in the dirt, perfectly concealed Down beneath the hurt, it’s been so hard to feel

Worthy, worthy, what a thing to claim Worthy, worthy ashes into flame Worthy

I walked through a wall of fire Left behind the only life I knew No way back, no place to hide When a voice came through

Worthy, worthy, what a thing to claim Worthy, worthy ashes into flame Worthy

©2013 Mary Gauthier/Beth Nielsen Chapman

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TROUBLE AND LOVE: WALKING EACH OTHER HOME

http://youtu.be/-clukLFabq8 When the first shadows start to fall at the end of the day, when the early stars begin to twinkle, in that tiny window between daylight and dark when the cicadas and crickets start to sing, my heart can get a little heavy. Something deep inside my chest sinks, but then, a moment later, something else rises. I’ve never really been able to nail down the exact words but sorrow/hope comes close. As I let go of the day and lean into the night, there’s shift that moves from sadness to a certain kind of faith, an embracing of the night, trusting in the hand that guides what’s next. If I stay still and listen, these thoughts and feelings can lead to a conscious realization of my mortality, and an awareness of those souls who have passed on. We are here for only a short while, and what if our journey in this life is about learning to give and receive love?

What if our struggle with love is the way, the only way… we learn to love better? If you believe that your soul is traveling through this world but bound for elsewhere, if you believe that maybe we are called to be more than strangers fighting for our own survival, if you believe that just as others have mattered to you, you might in turn matter to others no matter the struggles you’ve had, then maybe you’ll agree that we are all just Walking Each Other Home.

Walking Each Other Home, was written with my good friend Gretchen Peters, and is one of three collaborations with Gretchen on this album.

Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar - Mary Gauthier Electric Guitar - Guthrie Trapp Upright Bass - Viktor Krauss Drums - Lynn Williams Piano - Jimmy Wallace Background Vocals - Ashley Cleveland, Darrell Scott and the McCrary Sisters

Produced by Mary Gauthier and Patrick Granado ©2014 Mary Gauthier/In the Black Records

LYRICS: WALKING EACH OTHER HOME

I’m just now getting round to letting go But you had your suitcase packed a long time ago The road got rough and you got ahead of me I tried to pull you back, now I know you had to leave

We put each other through a world of hurt Maybe that’s the way it is on this side of the dirt Nobody wants to be alone I hope you’re happy now, I heard you found someone

I don’t know how this story’s supposed to go I don’t know a lot of things that other people know But it ain’t about the money, ain’t about who’s right or wrong We’re all just walking each other home

Somewhere between Cain and Able, that’s where we live It’s only human to take more than you give To reach for a fix to fill you up Take away the pain oh but that’s not love

I don’t know how this story’s supposed to go I don’t know a lot of things that other people know It ain’t about the money ain’t about who’s right or wrong We’re all just walking each other home

Ain’t for me to say what’s bad or good In the end I know we did the best we could

I don’t know how this story’s supposed to go I don’t know a lot of things that other people know It ain’t about the money ain’t about who’s right or wrong We’re all just walking each other home

©2013 Mary Gauthier/Gretchen Peters

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TROUBLE AND LOVE: HOW YOU LEARN TO LIVE ALONE

http://youtu.be/yXU69P6neJI

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.  - Carl Jung

After years of being taught that the way to deal with painful emotions is to get rid of them, it can take a lot of re-schooling to learn to sit with them instead. But learning how to live alone, sitting with difficult feelings is like panning for gold. Those who have slept in the wilderness know things that those who sleep in comfortable houses may never know. This song is about learning how to sleep in the wilderness.

I wrote this with my friend Gretchen Peters, and it contains a long list of firsts. It was our first co-write, it was Buddy Miller’s first placement as Music Supervisor for the ABC TV Hit Show Nashville, it was the first song of Nashville’s Season 2, and it was my first time to work in the studio with the Legendary Master of Twang, Duane Eddy. All in all, it’s been a magical little song. We wrote it in a very short period of time, I’d say less than 2 hours. It came fast, and I am not sure how we did it. This is always how it goes with songs like this, I forget writing them. It almost like it happened in a dream. I remember Gretchen sitting at her little red piano working on a melody. I remember her saying maybe we should do a list, “First you fall, then you”…. and so on, and the rest is a blur. Lines came to me, lines came to her, and we rode the flow. We emerged with this song in short period of time, did a rough demo, and the rest is history.

Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar - Mary Gauthier Electric Guitar - Guthrie Trapp Upright Bass - Viktor Krauss Drums - Lynn Williams Piano - Jimmy Wallace Harmonium - Darrell Scott Background Vocals - Darrell Scott and Beth Nielsen Chapman, McCrary Sisters Electric Guitar Solo - Special thanks to the legendary Duane Eddy, the eternal master of Twang

Produced by Mary Gauthier and Patrick Granado ©2014 Mary Gauthier/In the Black Records

LYRICS: HOW YOU LEARN TO LIVE ALONE

First you fall then you fly And you believe that you belong up in the sky Flap your arms as you run, every revolution Brings you closer to the sun You fall asleep in motion in uncharted hemispheres And wake up with the stars falling down around your ears When they hit the ground they’re nothing but stones That’s how you learn to live alone That’s how you learn to live alone

Bit by bit, you slip away You loose yourself in pieces in the things that you don’t say You’re not here, but you’re still there The sun goes up, the sun goes down And you’re not sure you care You live inside the false, till you don’t recognize the true People send you pictures, and you can’t believe it’s you It’s been years since your house has felt like home That’s how you learn to live alone That’s how you learn to live alone

It don’t feel right, but it’s not wrong It’s just hard to start again this far along Brick by brick, the letting go As you walk away from everything you know You release resistance, lean into the wind Till the roof begins to crumble and the rain comes pouring in And you sit there in the rubble, till the rubble feels like home That’s how you learn to live alone That’s how you learn to live alone That’s how you learn to live alone

©2013 Mary Gauthier/Gretchen Peters

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TROUBLE AND LOVE: ANOTHER TRAIN

http://youtu.be/iGL1HG1qq7c Another Train (Mary Gauthier/Ben Glover)

Another Train, the final song on Trouble and Love, is co-written by Ben Glover. It is a song of hope, of faith, of affirmation of life’s renewals and rebirths. On the other side of betrayal, on the other side of hurt, on the other side of sorrow, sits the train station. And headed for the station, is another train. May we all find our way there somehow, and catch that next train.

And so it is. Another record of songs I’ve written in an attempt to make sense of a few of life’s mysteries, an attempt to capture lightening in a bottle. This time, though, it was a “we” project from the very first song written. This record was the most collaborative of my career, every single song a co-write: each track recorded live-to-tape by my collaborator and friend the brilliant engineer/producer Patrick Granado, who selected the band and the songs and brought the best players in Nashville to the recording studio to cut them. The musicians played and sang their beautiful hearts out.

This record has my name on it, and I will be given the credit or blame for its contents…but truly, it’s the work of a collective, a group of highly talented and creative people that I deeply respect, all friends, all masters of their art, all at the height of their powers. It was a thrill to work with each and every one of them, and I encourage listeners to search out these names on the credits of this CD.

Lead Vocal. Acoustic Guitar - Mary Gauthier Electric Guitar - Guthrie Trapp Upright Bass - Viktor Krauss Drums - Lynn Williams Piano - Jimmy Wallace Background Vocals - Darrell Scott and Beth Nielsen Chapman, Siobhan Kennedy

Produced by Mary Gauthier and Patrick Granado ©2014 Mary Gauthier/In the Black Records

LYRICS: ANOTHER TRAIN

Got me an apartment on the East Side 1411 13th Street I walk on the tracks by the Cumberland River Over the bridge past lovers leap

I’m holding on Through the pain Through the pain Waiting on another train Another train

Tore a hole in the pocket Of the jacket you bought me In that thrift store in Camden Town Behind the station You wrapped my arms around me You built me up, and tore me down

I’m holding on Through the pain Through the pain Waiting on another train Another train

December sunset I can see my breath Disappear into the cold winter night Bums gathering driftwood Down by the river Whistle blows a lonesome cry

I’m holding on Through the pain Through the pain Waiting on another train Another train

©2103 Mary Gauthier/Ben Glover

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