Don't Trip On The Glitter

by Amy Lynn & The Honey Men

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Neal Ferris Fun, soulful, great vocals - rich and sultry - and a nicely lush horn section make this a great listen from beginning to end. Part of playlist in my car right now perfectly complimenting Devil Doll,Caro Emerald, Amy Winehouse, Lavay Smith, Molly Johnson, and Imelda May(!) and it really works for me! Well worth treating your ears, heart, and toe! Favorite track: Dirty Mouth.
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1.
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!?!
2.
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)
3.
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)
4.
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)
5.
Last Call 03:33
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)
6.
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)
7.
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)
8.
Dirty Mouth 03:29
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)
9.
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)

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Debut full length album from Amy Lynn & The Gunshow

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released April 29, 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!

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