Don't Trip On The Glitter

by Amy Lynn & The Gunshow

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1.
2.
3.
Comin' Up Green
4.
West Village Blues
5.
Last Call
6.
Can't Put My Finger On It
7.
Cloud Of Smoke
8.
Dirty Mouth
9.
When I Meet You Someday

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Debut full length album from Amy Lynn & The Gunshow

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releases 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.

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