Don't Trip On The Glitter

by Amy Lynn & The Gunshow

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Debut full length album from Amy Lynn & The Gunshow

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released 29 April 2014

The Gunshow
Amy Lynn: lead vocals, background vocals
Alex Hamlin, baritone saxophone
Ed RosenBerg III, tenor saxophone
Jeff Hermanson, trumpet
Brian Whitted, piano, wurlitzer, background vocals
Ben Gallina, bass
Michael Vincent Ross, drums, tambourine, shaker

Josh Valleau, Hammond B3 (tracks 1-5,8)
W 38th St. Strings: (tracks 6,7)
Ari Streisfeld, violin
Sara Caswell, violin
John Pickford Richards, viola
Kevin McFarland, cello

All tracks arranged by Alex Hamlin except for
Last Call arranged by Ed RosenBerg III

Produced by Steve Greenwell
Executive Producers: Alex Hamlin, Amy Lynn Zanetto
Engineered by Steve Greenwell

Assistant Engineer: Bella Blasko
Assistant: Mike Dwyer
Recorded at: The Clubhouse, Rhinebeck, NY (Big thanks to Paul Antonell - your studio is magical!),
Stevestudio, NYC

Mixed by Steve Greenwell at Stevestudio, NYC

Mastered by Dave Kutch at The Mastering Palace, NYC

Photography by Kristen Somody Whalen

Design by Dwayne Lutchna

Super Big Fist Bumps to our producer Steve Greenwell for all the LOVE he put into this album.
Special thanks to our Families, Friends, and FANS! It was your encouragement and support that inspired us to make this album!

www.amylynnandthegunshow.com
℗ © 2013 Amy Lynn & The Gunshow + Chipsnip Records

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Track Name: Remember (Walking In The Sand)
Remember (Walking In The Sand)
Written by George "Shadow" Morton

Seems like the other day

My baby went away

He went away 'cross the sea.

It's been two years or so

Since I saw my baby go

And then this letter came for me.

It said that we were through

He found somebody new

Oh, let me think, let me think, what can I do?

Oh no, oh no, oh no no no

(Remember)
Walkin' in the sand
(Remember)
Walkin' hand in hand
(Remember)
The night was so exciting
(Remember)
His smile was so inviting
(Remember)
Then he touched my cheek
(Remember)
With his fingertips
Softly, softly we'd meet with our lips

Whatever happened to,

The boy that I once knew?

The boy,
The boy who said that he'd be true!

What will happen to the life
That I gave to you?

What will I do with it now?

(Remember)
Walkin' in the sand
(Remember)
Walkin' hand in hand
(Remember)
The night was so exciting
(Remember)
His smile was so inviting
(Remember)
Then he touched my cheek
(Remember)
With his fingertips
Softly…
Softly we'd meet with our lips!
oo, ooo

Oh no,
Whatever happened to,
That boy,
That boy I'd used to know!?!
Track Name: Don't Trip On The Glitter
Don't Trip On The Glitter
By Amy Lynn & Alex Hamlin

Drink my wine
Sleep in my bed
Funny how
I kinda want you dead.
No I don't want you dead but,
I want you out of my life.
I've given you everything, everything, everything.
But you still can't get it right.

Now pack your bags,
Leave your key,
Cuz you ain't my man no more.

You won't know what hit you when I'm gone.
Don't trip on the glitter that I've thrown.
I promise you'll never ever walk down my street again.

You won't know what hit you when I'm gone.
Don't trip on the glitter that I've thrown.
I promise you'll never ever walk down my street again.

Not gonna lie
I was mad when I was wrong.
I thought you would be the guy who,
Sit at my throne.

But when it got real deep,
It wasn't cute.
I'd pay you anything, anything, anything,
To put your mouth on mute.

Now pack your bags,
Leave your key,
Cuz you ain't my man no more.

You won't know what hit you when I'm gone.
Don't trip on the glitter that I've thrown.
I promise you'll never ever walk down my street again.

You won't know what hit you when I'm gone.
Don't trip on the glitter that I've thrown.
I promise you'll never ever walk down my street again.

How dare you come at me with your,
Sweet talking sexy lies.
I know your game real well.
I'm not gonna play this time.

oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You won't know what hit you when I'm gone.
Don't trip on the glitter that I've thrown.
I promise you'll never ever walk down my street again.

I'll tell you again!

You won't know what hit you when I'm gone.
Don't trip on the glitter that I've thrown.
I promise you'll never ever walk down my street again.

NO, NO!
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I won't tell you again.

© Copyright 2013 Rangletorian Music Publishing (ASCAP)
Track Name: Comin' Up Green
Comin' Up Green
By Alexandra Forbes, Amy Lynn, Alex Hamlin

Seems like a lifetime payin’ my dues
Runnin’ in circles keepin’ this roof
Over my head
Halfway to dead
Til you.

You could feel the beat my heart was poundin’
You could hear my song before I found it.

Now I can breathe
Knowin’ that somebody believes
Everything is comin’ up green, green, green
Comin’ up green

Rose-colored glasses got nothin’ on me
Mint in my julep and emeralds beneath my feet
Bank’s overflowin’
And life is sweet.

When I was cold you brought the sunshine
When I was goin’ down, you me threw a lifeline.

Now I can breathe
Knowin’ that somebody believes
Everything is comin’ up green, green, green
Comin’ up…

Green
Like the scene at the end of a movie,
Where the dues I paid come right back to me.
Happy ending Coming to me…oh

Now I can breathe
Knowin’ that somebody believes
Everything is comin’ up green, green, green
Comin’ up green.

© Copyright 2012 by Rangletorian Music Publishing (ASCAP)
and Seashell Sky (ASCAP)
Track Name: West Village Blues
WEST VILLAGE BLUES
By Joe Kinosian

There lies a neighborhood between the Hudson and Sixth Avenue
Between 14th and Houston Street.
We used to walk its village green.
Have tea for two at Manatus
Until our love found its defeat.
You ruined that neighborhood for me.

I got the old west villages blues,
Can't set foot on Leroy or Bank or Bleeker without you.
Someday they'll, they'll be good news.
Til then you've got your old west village address.
And I got the blues.

Keep your biography my sweet
Don't care for books or clothes or porn,
Don't want magnolia tonight.
Climb into bed turn down the lights,
You're in the place I want to be.
You ruined that neighborhood for me.

I got the old west villages blues,
Can't set foot on Jones, St. Lukes or Commerce without you.
Someday they'll be good news.
Til then you've got your old west village address,
And I got the blues.

You ruined Bethune!
And West 11th!
And its scary, I can't go down Perry,
Or Charles or Gay and oh the pain!
Jane
You remember we were gonna have a house on Jane.
Now we ain't, and I'm frownin.
I'm frownin cuz I can't go down Downing.
Carmine could be all mine, and Minetta might get better,
First I gotta rid my heart of this arrow.
Which is why I really ought to stay off of Barrow.
And Jane, Sweet Jane!
We were gonna have a house on Jane.
Now we ain't.
So you see you ruined every bump and every beat,
Every bar and every street for me.

There lies a neighborhood between the Hudson and Sixth Avenue
Between 14th and Houston Street.
You ruined that neighborhood for me.

I got the blues!
Oh yea, oh yea, yea
And i got the blues.

© Copyright 2010 by Rangletorian Music Publishing (ASCAP)
and Bob Plus Sue Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Last Call
LAST CALL
By Ed RosenBerg III, Amy Lynn, Alex Hamlin

My day starts at 9:00pm.
That's when I hear your voice again.
When we talk we always get along.
Feels like nothing ever could go wrong.

Two years, two days talkin on the phone.
How much longer will I be alone?
What we have right now is pretty clear.
But I need more than a voice in my ear.

Let's be honest, we both need more...
Nothing's gonna change until you show up here
Standing at my door.
I sleep while you live your life ten thousand miles away.
I worry, want, and wait.
I wish that you would come for me.

Oh..oh oh
I won't say I miss you cuz it's not enough
But I know I can't go days without your touch.
my heart lays in the palm of your hand
Hurry home, give it back, and be my man.

I broke two rules when I met you.
It's your turn, how 'bout you break a few.
"Someday soon" is what you always say
But I won't wait it has to be today.

Let's be honest, we both need more...
Nothing's gonna change until you show up here
Standing at my door.
I sleep while you live your life ten thousand miles away.
I worry, want, and wait.
I wish that you would come for me.

Oh..oh oh
I won't say I miss you cuz it's not enough
But I know I can't go days without your touch.
my heart lays in the palm of your hand
Hurry home, give it back, and be my man.

I sleep while you live your life ten thousand miles away.
I worry, want, and wait.
I wish that you would come for me.

Oh..oh oh I
won't say I miss you cuz it's not enough
But I know I can't go days without your touch.
my heart lays in the palm of your hand
Hurry home, give it back, and be my man.

© Copyright 2013 by Rangletorian Music Publishing (ASCAP)
and Wet Dry Vac (ASCAP)
Track Name: Can't Put My Finger On It
Can't Put My Finger On It
By Alexandra Forbes, Amy Lynn, Alex Hamlin

There’s a crime goin’
Down in your mind, I can
See it in the way
You’re putting on the charm.
Pounds of dirt gettin' pushed around —
Don’t be so sure that I won’t notice I’m kissin’ a stranger, Something’s changed.

Can’t put my finger on it.
Can’t put my finger on it.
You’re standing right in front of me,
Miles in between.
I can’t put my finger on it.
Can’t put my finger on it.
Maybe I just don’t wanna see…yea.

Prowler in the bedroom, and I’m
Turnin’ on the light soon, cuz I
Don’t like to be alone
When I'm in your arms.
While you’re dreamin, I can,
Almost hear ya scheming.
How ya gonna make your great escape, when baby,
I’m wide awake.

Can’t put my finger on it.
Can’t put my finger on it.
You’re standing right in front of me,
Miles in between.
I can’t put my finger on it.
Can’t put my finger on it.
Maybe I just don’t wanna see…

Where your love might be yea,
When it ain’t with me no.
When it ain’t with me. oh oh oh

Can’t put my finger on it.
Can’t put my finger on it.
You’re standing right in front of me,
Miles in between.
I can’t put my finger on it.
Can’t put my finger on it.
Maybe I just don’t wanna see…
That you don't love me.

© Copyright 2011 by Rangletorian Music Publishing (ASCAP)
and Seashell Sky (ASCAP)
Track Name: Cloud Of Smoke
Cloud of Smoke
By Joe Kinosian, Amy Lynn, Alex Hamlin

Everything's fine these days
My life makes me mighty proud.
Everything's swell round here the rain
Doesn't fall so loud.

But sometimes,
You're back,
In my mind and I try,
To say no
But, oh no
Back I go...

Life wasn't real and I wasn't grown
When we lived in a cloud of smoke.
How does it feel to live there alone?

I stayed up so late for you.
I payed what you owed.
Everyday I'd wait for you
To explode.

I knew
When I hit the floor that a door had closed,
When the window ledge felt like home
Then I had to go…

Life wasn't real and I wasn't grown
When we lived in a cloud of smoke.
How does it feel to live there alone?

I'm sleeping better now
I said what I had to say...

Life wasn't real and I wasn't grown
When we lived in a cloud of smoke.
How does it feel to live there alone?

Life wasn't real and I wasn't grown
When we lived in a cloud of smoke.
How does it feel to live there alone?

Ooo


© Copyright 2012 Rangletorian Music Publishing (ASCAP)
and Bob Plus Sue Music (ASCAP)
Track Name: Dirty Mouth
Dirty Mouth
By Amy Lynn, Alex Hamlin, Ed RosenBerg III, Jeff Hermanson

Easy on the language
Stop talkin all that trash.
Someone thinks he's funny,
But boy you're full of crap.
Excuse me, mentiroso.
That's spanish for "liar".
You better put it to bed.
You don't want to see me go to red.

You and your dirty mouth
Can head down south so I don't see your face no more.
I hope your dirty mouth
Chokes on your lies and swallows what's left of your pride.
Take your dirty mouth
And zip it tight there's no way in hell your gonna win this fight.
Ya heard dirty mouth you ain't gonna win with me.

Hell no! I'm not a gold digger, a bitch, or bad in bed.
I got the skinny on you, stop messing with my head.
Sooner or later your bound to come undone.
How you wanna play?
Are you all in or do you fold?

You and your dirty you mouth
Can head down south so I don't see your face no more.
I hope your dirty mouth
Chokes on your lies and swallows what's left of your pride.
Take your dirty mouth
And zip it tight there's no way in hell your gonna win this fight.
Ya heard dirty mouth you ain't gonna win with me.

You and your dirty you mouth
Can head down south so I don't see your face no more.
I hope your dirty mouth
Chokes on your lies and swallows what's left of your pride.
Take your dirty mouth
And zip it tight there's no way in hell your gonna win this fight.
Ya heard dirty mouth you ain't gonna win with me.

Not with me!
Ya heard, dirty mouth.

© Copyright 2013 by Rangletorian Music Publishing (ASCAP)
and Wet Dry Vac (ASCAP)
Track Name: When I Meet You Someday
When I Meet You Someday
By Joe Kinosian, Amy Lynn, Alex Hamlin

When I saw you
I couldn't quite believe it.
I suddenly loved you
And I swore you felt something too.

Ooo baby I love
You now.
And I think I loved you yesterday.
But I'm gonna love
You more
When I meet you someday.

It took a minute.
(bop ba da)
A life lived in a heartbeat.
(bop ba da)
I need to feel you.
I need to have your face
This close to mine.

Baby I love
(I love)
You now
(You now)
And I think I loved you yesterday,
But I'm gonna love,
(La love)
You more,
(You more)
When I meet you someday, yea.

Oh, we'll meet someday and then,
Oh, I'll try recalling just the moment when,
I knew that you had fallen too.
Oh baby, everything in the world would be so fine if you were mine.

And so one day,
Ya know I'm gonna have to ask you two things:
Would you be my husband?
And, what's your name?

Baby I love
(I love)
You now
(You now)
And I think I loved you yesterday,
But I'm gonna love,
(La love)
You more,
(You more)
When I meet you someday, yea.

One day,
Ya know I'm gonna have to ask you two things:
Would you be my husband?
And what's your name?

Baby I love,
you now.
And I think I loved you yesterday.
But I'm gonna love,
you more,
when I meet you someday!
I'm gonna love you more when I meet you someday!
Oh!!! Yea, yea, yea!

© Copyright 2012 by Rangletorian Music Publishing (ASCAP)
and Bob Plus Sue Music (ASCAP)