Singing Newbury songs is difficult – even for Mickey. His songs are about
experience and soul more than about lyrics and vocal quality. Paal Flaata’s interpretation of these Newbury songs is wonderful. There have been several cover
albums of Mickey’s work, and some have accomplished what they set out to do
while others have missed something. Paal’s album has captured the spirit of
Mickey and I know Mickey would have been touched by these tracks.
Susan Newbury
August 2014
WRITE A SONG A SONG
Write a song, a song
Write the song about her
Hum a tune, a tune
Hum a tune, you miss her
Words that wouldn't rhyme, wouldn't rhyme
It's over
Start another line, start a line anew
WRITE A SONG
A SONG
She's the kind of girl a man, Lord, remembers
Remembers, remembers
She's the kind of girl you just got to love her
If you know her
And I knew her
Sitting in the dark, in the darkness of my room
I wonder why, I look the sky, look the sky
Begins to softly cry
Morning new
Runnin' through the grass, through the sweet green morning dew
Clinging to her golden hair
I had to leave her
PAAL FLAATA: VOCALS
GØRAN GRINI: PIANO, GLOCKENSPIEL AND TRIANGLE
LISE VOLDSDAL: VIOLIN
KAJA FJELLBERG PETTERSEN: CELLO
REMEMBER THE GOOD
Yeah...
I suppose at times I think about her
She was once so much a part of me
But heaven knows I've learned to live without her
And hell it was and at times it was a painful memory
But for all that matters now, if it does
For all that tried to be, but never was
For all the times I've tried
I wouldn't change it if I could
For all she meant to me
I'll remember the good
REMEMBER
THE GOOD
I'll forget the bad
And all the good times we've had
Won't make me quite so sad
When I'm rememberin'
And for all the times I've cried
I wouldn't change it if I could
For all she meant to me
I'll remember the good
For all she meant to me
I'll remember the the good
PAAL FLAATA: VOCALS
GØRAN GRINI: HARPSICHORD, FENDER BASS, PIANO, TRIANGLE AND B3 ORGAN
GLENN VIDAR SOLHEIM: DRUMS AND PERCUSSION
JØRN RAKNES: PEDAL STEEL GUITAR
POISON RED BERRIES
I don't think much about her no more
Seldom if ever does she cross my mind
Yesterday's gone, it's better forgotten
Like the poison red berries to die on the vine
POISON T
RED BERRIES W
This morning at dawn I pulled into town
Had some coffee and talked with some old friends of mine
Laughing at the good times they all remembered
Then I remembered a time
I can still see the bright lights back in Dallas
As yesterday moves like a dream through my mind
I didn't suppose that I'd ever forget her
And you know, it took such a long time
But I don't think much about her no more
Seldom if ever does she cross my mind
Yesterday's gone, it's better forgotten
Like the poison red berry that clings to my mind
PAAL FLAATA: VOCALS
HEGE BRYNILDSEN: SOPRANO VOICE
LARS IVAR BORG: FENDER BASS
GØRAN GRINI: GUITARS, HARMONICA, MELLOTRONS,
B3 ORGAN, FARFISA ORGAN AND GLOCKENSPIEL
GLENN VIDAR SOLHEIM: PERCUSSION
JØRN RAKNES: PEDAL STEEL GUITAR
LISE VOLDSDAL: VIOLA
THE FUTURE’S NOT WHAT IT USED TO BE
I left Decatur hell bent to forget
I bought a ticket back to Skowhegan, Maine
I wound up in Seattle, so drunk and so rattled
Lord, I caught the wrong train
Found some fast easy women and some hard drinkin' men
Swore I'd drown the sorrow in me
I once had a lot but the future was not, not what it used to be
THE FUTURE’S NOT
HAT IT USED TO B
Oh, the years they went by and I went steadily down hill
'Till I had no place left to go
Made the missions by morning, made the dives every night
'Till I made a wreck out of my body and my soul
Then I met a lady and in time she made me forget
Her love set me free
We didn't have a lot, the future was not,
not what it used to be
I never thought I would live to get old
The past cut a hole deep in me
But there was a chance to be here a while longer
At least, I wanted to
Somebody told me that she was in town
I found out today
Lord, how it hurts me to hear that she's down
But what else can I say
I know her sorrow, I know her pain, I know her need
I once loved her a lot, but the future's just not,
not what it used to be
PAAL FLAATA: VOCALS / ØYSTEIN FRANTZVÅG: FENDER BASS
GLENN VIDAR SOLHEIM: DRUMS / GØRAN GRINI: PIANO, B3 ORGAN AND WURLITZER
JØRN RAKNES: ELECTRIC GUITAR / BENDIK BRÆNNE: TENOR SAXOPHONE
HANS FOYN FRIIS: TROMBONE / PETTER MARIUS GUNDERSEN: TRUMPET
T
BLESS US ALL
Bless the losers
God's lost children
The drunks, the fools, the ones that never do win
While huddled with their backs turned to the cold wind
Seeking any shelter from the rain
BLESS
US ALL
Bless the winners
Always doin'
The gifted few, the ones that always will win
While huddled with their backs turned to their old friends
Seeking any shelter from their pain
E
Bless the dreamers
Always searching
With their eyes wide open seekin' any answers
While huddled with their backs turned all the others
Lord, their gain's their loss for now they have no questions
Bless the old ones
With their children
They're busy now with children of their own
While huddled with their backs turned to the cold wind
Seeking any shelter
Bless us all
PAAL FLAATA: VOCALS AND ELECTRIC GUITARS
PAUL INGE VIKINGSTAD: UPRIGHT BASS
MARI PERSEN: STRINGS
GOOD MORNING
DEAR
GOOD MORNING DEAR
Were the nights any sweeter,
the mornings any cooler, when she was here
Was a mind grown accustomed to hearing 'good morning dear'
Should I still feel the sunshine rememberin' brings to mind
In my thoughts of her
When, Lord, we both know things could never be the way they were
Her little girl confusion built walls of illusion between right and wrong
That stands there between her and a dream that I've cherished too long
All faded and tattered, once all that mattered when she was here
And this mind grows accustomed to hearing 'good morning dear'
PAAL FLAATA: VOCALS
GØRAN GRINI: PIANO, B3 ORGAN, GUITAR, FENDER BASS AND MELLOTRONS
HEGE BRYNILDSEN: SOPRANO VOICE
GLENN VIDAR SOLHEIM: PERCUSSION
CHRISTIAN SKAUGEN: TAMBOURINE
BÅRD INGEBRIGTSEN: GUITAR AND BIG DRUM
PETTER MARIUS GUNDERSEN: FRENCH HORN
I CAME TO HEAR THE MUSIC
I came to hear the music
I came to hear the sound
The music
God knows it brings me down,
a long long road from now 'till then
I know your song
Sing it again
I CAME TO HEAR
THE MUSIC
Cause there's so many things I don't believe I understand
How the days turn into weeks, turn into months
The years become a moment in the everchanging sand
Did God make time to keep it all from happening at once?
All at once...
I came to love the music
Before it came to me
To know the music
Before it came to me
A long long time ago
I don't know when
We sang a song along with the wind
And there's so many things I don't believe I'll understand
Why the days turn into weeks, turn into months
And the years become a moment in the everchanging sand
Yes, God made time to keep it all from happening at once,
all at once
PAAL FLAATA: VOCALS AND BACKING VOCALS
GLENN VIDAR SOLHEIM: DRUMS AND PERCUSSION / LARS IVAR BORG: FENDER BASS
GØRAN GRINI: PIANO, B3 ORGAN, WURLITZER AND ACOUSTIC GUITAR
LISE VOLDSDAL: VIOLIN AND VIOLA / KAJA FJELLBERG PETTERSEN: CELLO
BENDIK BRÆNNE: TENOR SAXOPHONE / HANS FOYN FRIIS: TROMBONE
PETTER MARIUS GUNDERSEN: TRUMPET
NEWBURY’S
VOICE
NEWBURY’S VOICE
Maybe it's Newbury's voice that I hear
This bittersweet sound ringing in my ear
Maybe it's Newbury's voice that I hear
Maybe it's you
PAAL FLAATA: VOCALS
GLENN VIDAR SOLHEIM: DRUMS
LARS IVAR BORG: FENDER BASS
GØRAN GRINI: PIANO AND B3 ORGAN
BÅRD INGEBRIGTSEN: ELECTRIC GUITARS
LISE VOLDSDAL: VIOLIN AND VIOLA
KAJA FJELLBERG PETTERSEN: CELLO
FOR
MILTON SIM
FOR MILTON SIM
(INSTRUMENTAL)
LISE VOLDSDAL: VIOLIN / VIOLA
KAJA FJELLBERG PETTERSEN: CELLO
GØRAN GRINI: MELLOTRONS, EFFECTS AND SAMPLES
AN AMERICAN TRILOGY
AN AMERICAN
TRILOGY
Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
In Dixieland I'll take my stand to live and die in Dixie
For Dixieland, where I was born
Early, Lord, one frosty mornin'
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
So hush, little baby, don't you cry
You know your daddy's bound to die
But all my trails, Lord, soon be over
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
His truth is marchin' on
PAAL FLAATA: VOCALS AND BACKING VOCALS
GØRAN GRINI: PIANO, PUMP ORGAN AND SAMPLES
All songs by Mickey Newbury
(SONY/ATV Music Publishing)
except 'Newbury's Voice' and 'For Milton Sim'
by Gøran Grini / Paal Flaata (Manus)
Recorded by Bård Ingebrigtsen at Amper Tone Studio, Oslo Norway, Winter / Spring 2014.
Produced by Gøran Grini
Mixed by Phill Brown
Mastered by Morten Lund at Lunds Lyd
Front cover photo by Ketil Hardy. Inside cover photo by Christin Lund
Art direction: Bjørn Kulseth
This recording is supported by Fond for utøvende kunstnere
Thanks:
Bård Ingebrigtsen & Kjartan Kristiansen at Amper Tone Studio, Cathrine & Helge at Grappa,
Phill Brown, Thomas Wang at Urban Sound Studios, Svenna Hansen, Tom Sjeklesæther,
Bjørn Hansen, and everyone else involved in this recording.
And of course, Mickey Newbury.
Booking: Ramble On, Svenna Hansen (svenna@rambleon.no)
WRITE A SONG A SONG
REMEMBER THE GOOD
POISON RED BERRIES
THE FUTURE’S NOT WHAT IT USED TO BE
BLESS US ALL
GOOD MORNING DEAR
I CAME TO HEAR THE MUSIC
NEWBURY’S VOICE
FOR MILTON SIM
AN AMERICAN TRILOGY
P & C 2014 BLUE MOOD RECORDS / GRAPPA MUSIKKFORLAG AS