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released April 10, 2012

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Dayna Kurtz New Orleans, Louisiana

Dayna Kurtz is the kind of artist who inspires wild-eyed zealotry among her fans, and there are 3 reasons for it: 1, she's an artist's artist, one whose whiskeyed, determined alto often earns her comparisons with Nina Simone; 2 while Europeans adore her, she's obscenely underappreciated in her own country; and 3, her songs straddle a difficult space between jazz, rock, and folk, & are pure poetry. ... more

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Track Name: Good in '62
Good in ’62

At the stomp called Ponderosa
the old men strut like bandyroos
You had a hit in Louisiana
That spread to Texas in ‘62

You’re squeezed into your favorite jacket
With the sequins sewn on gabardine
Orange flames are licking black
And on the back; your one, true name

You slam one back And you bite the lime
Then you’re gnawing on your guitar in 2/4 time
You had money in your pockets/ And the women were kind
You had it good in ‘62/You must’ve had it good in ‘62

The band is back but minus Jimmy
Gone last year, this one’s for you
Lorelei’s in crinolines
She’s looking shy and singing ooh

You slam one back And you bite the lime
Then you’re gnawing on your guitar in 2/4 time
You had money in your pockets/ And the women were kind
You had it good in ‘62/You must’ve had it good in ‘62

In the crowd, boys slouch in sideburns
Cuban shirts and two toned shoes
The girls in diggers, pencil skirts
Bettie Page with fresh tattoos

You slam one back And you bite the lime
Then you’re gnawing on your guitar in 2/4 time
You had money in your pockets/ And the women were kind
You had it good in ‘62/You must’ve had it good in ‘62

I don’t know what you’re selling now;
Could be cars or shares or shoes
But you once sold 12,000 records
Back in 1962

You slam one back And you bite the lime
Then you’re gnawing on your guitar in 2/4 time
You had money in your pockets/ And the women were kind
You had it good in ‘62/You must’ve had it good in ‘62
Track Name: Billboards for Jesus
billboards for jesus


the local saint’s got a beautiful daughter
you cast your net
and you bent and caught her
now you go follow her
back to the water

flat on my back
in the black of a carolina river
yer mother’s here, child,
so whatcha gonna give her
and a song from above
hit the water
then it glittered

past the frontage road outta disney world
past the billboards for jesus and for dancin girls

like my whiskey neat
like my man a little sloppy
in the back seat of my old jalopy
whatcha gonna do about it,
poor little puppy?

make your bed in the morning
make your lady happy
with your chest puffed out
and your arms all scrappy
keep your powder dry
keep your tent flap flappy

past the good ole boys and the dallas pearls
past the billboards for jesus and for dancin girls
Track Name: Are You Dancing with Her Tonight?
Are You Dancing With Her Tonite

I’m tired
So tired
I wish that I could get some rest
My baby says that he loves me
But he doesn’t love me the best
My baby says that he loves me
But he doesn’t love me the best

Are you dancing with her tonite?
Are you holding her close and tight
Will you make love by candlelight
Like we used to do

Is she thankful for all she has
Is her heart beating hard and fast
Does she think that your love will last
Well, honey, me too

He’s sorry. So sorry.
But he’s not coming home
My baby says that he loves me
But he doesn’t love me alone
My baby says that he loves me
But he doesn’t love me alone

Are you dancing with her tonite?
Are you holding her close and tight
Will you make love by candlelight
Like we used to do

Is she thankful for all she has
Is her heart beating hard and fast
Does she think that your love will last
Well, honey, me too
Track Name: You Fine Girl
you fine girl


where you goin’ goin’ you fine girl
where you goin’ goin’ you fine girl
goin to the mirror
gonna beg my hair to curl
where you goin’ goin’ you fine girl

what you doin’ doin’ silly man
what you doin’ doin’ silly man
think my heart stopped beating
but I’ll do the best I can
what you doin’ doin’, silly man

where you goin’ goin’ you fine girl
where you goin’ goin’ you fine girl
where you think I’m going
lord, what in the world
where you goin’ goin’ you fine girl

what you doin’ doin’ silly man
what you doin’ doin’ silly man
let’s be late for dinner
and miss the opening band
what you doin’ doin’ silly man
Track Name: Election Day
election day

we all got flags
we been dying to fly
we all got a baby
that cries and cries
mine’s been howlin
since ‘81
when lennon died
and the old man come

the poets wrote
the musicians played
the mothers marched
and the atheists prayed
and every door
and wavering brain
and was plain worn down
by the youth brigade

ain’t it good to see somebody
knows just where you been
look at us! we’re screeching monkeys
lit up from within
here’s a toast to every angel
sitting on their pin
the good guys sometimes win

the tools of the devil
were a beating drum
His holy name
and a silver tongue
the poor man’s anger
and the rich man’s till
and the elevation of
an empty shell

between the wars
and choking trees
whose song is sung
who’s beggin please
who rang the bell
who made the bed
disgraced the missing
and the dead

ain’t it good to see somebody
knows just where you been
look at us! we’re screeching monkeys
lit up from within
here’s a toast to every angel
sitting on their pin
the good guys sometimes win




we’re all product
we’re all proof
we’re what happened
to our youth
how hilarious!
how uncouth!
we beat back the devil
in the voting booth!

the poets wrote
the musicians played
the mothers marched
and the atheists prayed
and every door
and wavering brain
and was plain worn down
by the youth brigade

ain’t it good to see somebody
knows just where you been
look at us! we’re screeching monkeys
lit up from within
here’s a toast to every angel
sitting on their pin
the good guys sometimes win