EXPATRIATES

by Patsy Moore

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EXPATRIATES is a concept album and Patsy Moore's fourth solo project, which made the Top 10 of multiple "Best of 2011 Music" lists.

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released March 15, 2011

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executive produced by Patsy Moore, Mar,
Andrea Castro-Sutherland and Charles Brewer

composed, arranged, produced and engineered by
Patsy Moore (except where otherwise noted)

recorded at Studio Babaloo - NoHo (except where otherwise noted)

mastered by Dave Laney at Channel Fuse Media,
Memphis, Tennessee

artwork and layout by Brian Parker - ParkerDesigns.com

FEATURED GUESTS (in order of appearance):

Eddie del Barrio: piano (recorded at Eddie’s studio, Topanga, California)

Christina Burbano-Jeffrey: violins and viola (recorded at JimJeffreyMusic.com Studio, Los Angeles, California)

Mar: guitars

Les King: bass (recorded at Kronos Recording, Burbank, California)

Toshi Yanagi: guitar (recorded at 8th Noise Studio, Studio City, California)

Katisse Buckingham: saxophone (recorded at Katisse’s home, Los Angeles, California)

Lauren Wood: backing vocals

Efrem Daniel: backing vocals (recorded at HB Studios, Creedmoor, North Carolina)

Ken Daniel: backing vocals (recorded at HB Studios, Creedmoor, North Carolina)

Chris McCray: backing vocals (recorded at HB Studios, Creedmoor, North Carolina)

Brig Feltus: backing vocals

Aubrey Bouskill: backing vocals

Javier Otero: guitar (recorded at AcrobaticMusic, Catalonia, Spain)

Laurie Webb: backing vocals (recorded by Geoff Koval at Wilderside Studios, Nashville, Tennessee)

Charles Mims: piano (recorded at Charphelia Recording, Los Angeles, California)

Nayanna Holley: backing vocals

Christopher Spinks: backing vocals

and introducing...

El Coro Hispáno de la Cabaña del Amor: Alyssa Flores, Frankie Flores, Patty Flores, Angel Gonzalez, Blanca Gonzalez, Jerry Gonzalez III, Caroline Linares, Maria del Mar de Lemus Hobbs, Alex Ortiz, and Benito Ramos


INTERLUDE CREDITS

Puccini, Giacomo. La Bohème. Music box recording, 2007. MP3. Creative Commons License: Public Domain.

Immigration (An Instructional Film). Encyclopædia Britannica Films, Inc. in collaboration with Henry S. Commager, Ph.D. (Columbia University), 1946. Film. Creative Commons License: Public Domain.

“Field Holler”. The Sounds of Slavery. Perf. Franklin, T. David. RCA, c. 1930. CD. Creative Commons License: Public Domain.

“Waiting for Icarus”. Perf. Muriel Rukeyser. MP3. Creative Commons License: Public Domain.

“To Tango Tou Thanatou” (“The Death Tango”). Perf. Mandalou, Nick. Ethnographic field recording by Bob Cook, August 28, 1939. Florida Folklore Recording Expedition/Florida Folklife from the WPA Collections 1937-1942. 78 RPM. Public Domain. Library of Congress - AFS 3541B:4. Library of Congress Digital ID: afcflwpa 3541b4
http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.afc/afcflwpa.3541b4.

“Tango Gitano” (“Gypsy Tango”). Perf. Maria Gracia. Ethnographic field recording by Sidney Robertson Cowell, January 18, 1939 (for Northern California Work Projects Administration). 78 RPM. Public Domain. Library of Congress - AFC 1940/001: AFS 3845 B2. Library of Congress Digital ID: afccc a3845b2.

Kevin McLeod. “Tango de Manzana”. MP3. Creative Commons License: Attribution 3.0 Unported.


ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Patsy wishes to recognize Andrea Castro-Sutherland, Charlie Brewer, Pam Mark Hall, Brig Feltus, Tim Dillinger, Stefan van Zwam, DeRon Talley, Eddy J. Free, Mihail Glotov, Brian Parker, Jeremy Childs, Matt Spire, Bjørn Lynne, Mark Allen, Sharal Churchill and Laura Hallenberger for their assistance, as well as all who pre-ordered and donated to EXPATRIATES, thereby making its creation, completion and first run possible. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

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Patsy Moore Los Angeles, California

Patsy Moore is an award-winning, critically acclaimed singer/songwriter, who first gained attention in the 1990s, after releasing two albums on Warner Bros.. Numerous performers, including jazz world favorite Dianne Reeves, have recorded her tunes.

Moore's solo indie albums are *The Most Private Confessions of Saint Clair* (2008), *Expatriates* (2011), and *Hiraeth* (slated for 2015).
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Track Name: Mother of Exiles (Overture)
n/a
Track Name: Expatriates (The Free and the Brave)
They touch down in New York to the drumbeat of rain
Only two hours till the takeoff for Spain
Only two hours till all that remains of their lives is them
Winding their way through a portico
There they go
There they go

They touch hands in New York just to make sure it’s real
And spark like the spin of a Catherine wheel
Sparking and spinning is just what they feel in this space and time
Willingly offered to the undertow
There they go
There they go

And it’s “Dear friends and lovers, goodnight”
Here’s where the dream takes flight
Winging away from the Americas
To settle with the free and the brave
The free and the brave
The free and the brave

They touch down in New York in the hammering rain
Only two hours till the takeoff for Spain
Only two hours till all that remains of their lives is them
Speeding away from the staid tableau
There they go
There they go

Now it’s “Dear friends and lovers, goodnight”
Here’s where the two get it right
Winging away from the Americas
To settle with the free and the brave
The free and the brave
The free and the brave

Winging away from the Americas
To settle with the free and the brave
Soaring away from the Americas
To get a little free and some brave
Flying away from America
To a home among the free and the brave
The free and the brave
The free and the brave
Track Name: The Wife of Paul Gauguin
She is the wife of Paul Gauguin
Bearing the burden of loving her man
“What’s wrong with Paris?” she cries
“Or is it me you despise?

Your blues and your yellows, your greens and your reds
I cannot compete with what lives in your head
I should have seen this before I began
My life as l'épouse de l'artiste Paul Gauguin"

She is the wife of Paul Gauguin
Slogging through bills and wringing her hands
She yells, "All the convention you loathe
Is what feeds your children and buys them their clothes!

While you foam at the mouth about bourgeois conceits
We're a stone's throw from being thrown out in the street
God pardons foolishness time and again
But what of l'épouse de l'artiste Paul Gauguin?"

"Your blues and your yellows, your greens and your reds
I cannot compete with what lives in your head
Dying in Denmark was never the plan
Pas pour moi, l'épouse de l'artiste Paul Gauguin"
Track Name: Second Chances
Counter-clockwise
Yearly revolution
This pivot on the fulcrum
This hope for absolution
We both know, we both know
We both know the status quo is ebb and flow
As life retreats, so it advances
You and I, you and I
You and I are second chances

Breathe in
Breathe out

Reinvention
Is routine human game
As are these best intentions
These ventilated flames
We both know, we both know
We both know the status quo is ebb and flow
And even exiles do these dances
You and I, you and I
You and I are second chances

Breathe in
Breathe out...
Track Name: Blood
In dank cavities not three feet high
Branded bodies in fixed positions
All to break apart the ties that bind
To work the fields
To keep the kitchens
(Keep the kitchens, work the fields)

My blood is
Their blood is
My blood is
Their blood is
My blood is
Their blood is mine

The clang of manacles, the stench of waste
Wretched evidence of conscience faltered
Moaning women and men debased
By heads bowed low at mammon’s altar
(Mammon’s altar, heads bowed low)

My blood is
Their blood is
My blood is
Their blood is
My blood is
Their blood is mine

Their blood is mine

“This one here is strong as an ox
He’ll bale your hay, bust up your rocks
‘Worth his weight in gold!

“That one there is prime for placement
Ample breasts to suckle ivory infants
And suffer midnight visitations, your repeated violations
Going once, going twice, and sold!”

My blood is
Their blood is my blood, my blood
My blood is
Their blood is my blood, my blood
My blood is
Their blood
Their blood
Their blood

Their blood is
My blood is
Their blood is
My blood is
Their blood is
My blood is theirs
Their blood is mine
Track Name: This is Not My Home (I'm Just Passing Through)
This is not my home
I’m just passing, I’m just passing,
I’m just passing through
(‘Making my way back to you)

This is not my home
I’m just passing, I’m just passing,
I’m just passing through
(‘Making my way back to you)

Venom thick as clotted cream
Found its way into the stream
They’ve gone crazy
Crazy

See them rush to fill their cups
Shove and trample, lap it up
They’ve gone crazy
Crazy

This is not my home
I’m just passing, I’m just passing,
I’m just passing through
(‘Making my way back to you)

This is not my home
I’m just passing, I’m just passing,
I’m just passing through
(‘Making my way, ‘working my way, ‘Pushing my way, ‘Pulling my way
‘Making my way back to you
Back to you)

This is not my home
I’m just passing, I’m just passing,
I’m just passing through

Making love to anarchy
In their beds of fallacy
They’re crazy
Crazy

Watch them wallow in the bile
Tell me when the rank and file
Went crazy
Crazy

‘Breaking my way through
the funhouse mirror
Till it gets clearer
Till I am nearer to me
‘Breaking my way through
the funhouse mirror
Till it gets clearer
Till I am nearer to me
‘Breaking my way through
the funhouse mirror
Till it gets clearer
Till I am nearer to me
‘Breaking my way through
the funhouse mirror
Till it gets clearer
Till I am nearer
Nothing is familiar
This is not familiar to me

This is not my home
I’m just passing, I’m just passing,
I’m just passing through...
Track Name: Icarus
The daddy was a craftsman
Of far and wide estimation
And he built two sets of pinions
Of arresting plume and wax

And he said, "Listen, boy
These will take us higher
But they also work as pyre

So you best beware the sun"

The daddy was a craftsman
Of universal repute
Measuring his heir for a feather suit
He was serious as cancer

When he said, "Look here, boy
These were made for hoisting
But they are much too dense for floating

So you best beware the sea
You follow me
By the time they know we've vanished
We'll be fading sable specks against the sky

Stick to my direction
It's all about defection
From the enemy
You and me
We’re gonna fly”

(“Look at us go”)

Once the boy began his flapping
He grew giddy at the prospects
He lost sight of his old man
He kept moving toward the bright light
The devil is a bright light

Red-hot bright light
Singeing away every quill from his arms
Red-hot bright light
Doing him a world of harm

And he fell into the breakers
He was swallowed by the breakers

‘Best beware the sun
Track Name: Historia
At the crossroads of two continents, an ocean and a sea
The residue of conquest casts a spell on you and me
Oviedo is above us, Gibraltar lies below
We meet in the middle at a café we know
Lace on the windows
Tapas y tinto, friends, música till dawn
Then a stroll down la calle where each footfall is a song
That is new to us although it is as old as this place’s
Sculpted saints around us with their pious, splintered faces
Their quiet graces

Historia
Historia
Historia
Historia

Historia

You tell me all you can of the Sephardim and the Moors
Of Franco’s rise to power, of the three-year Civil War
Of the undetermined roots of the language of the Basques
Bright-eyed, you answer each question I ask

“It’s late, I know
But I have to know...”

Historia
Historia
Historia
Historia

Historia

Stories in the stones and threaded through the trees
Stories yet intoned by bread-scented breeze
As ancient as the city that holds us in its sway
As modern as the fears that steered us this way

Yes, there are stories
Yes, there are stories
We’re one of the stories

Historia
Historia
Historia
Historia...
Track Name: Aunt Cristina Posts a Letter
Days of novenas weren’t enough to bring James back
And the grim concertina piping from the gardener’s shack
Was no deliverance at all
It seemed more like an air attack

Great Aunt Cristina sent a letter with a ticket attached
She wrote “Come to Argentina. You’ll feel better. He was never a catch
Oh, no; but it’s pointless fretting over that right now
You’re sure to find yourself a suitable match.”

Woe
Oh, but the heart wants what it wants, even distressed
So, she takes up the same request
She will not let Saint Anthony rest
Track Name: I Love You
Every other person in the world is
Looking for her other half
Looking for his better half
Looking for her split-apart
Someone to know him by heart

‘So many, many people
Looking for the ones to turn their gray skies blue
But I stopped looking, baby
When I found you
I found you

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I love you
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I love you

Every other person in the
world wants
Herself a partner for life
Himself a partner in crime
Themselves some partners for keeps
Whose affections run deep

‘So many, many people
Looking for the ones who will be nothing but true
But I’m not looking, baby
‘Cause I found you
I found you

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I love you
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I love you

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I love you
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

I’ve got you
I’ve got you and you’re all I need

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
Track Name: Evening Prayer
Bless the lane lines on the highway
Bless the laugh lines on your face
Bless the addict in the doorway
Bless the things that cannot be replaced

Bless the crosswalk on the corner
Bless the boardwalk, Jersey Shore
Bless the misery of the mourner
Bless the things that will not be ignored

Bless the carefree, bless the burdened
Bless the spoon-fed and deprived
Bless the remnants of the fallen
Bless the few who made it out alive

Bless the heartbeat of the city
Bless the downbeat on the one
Bless the hollow-eyed and gritty
Bless the things that should not be undone

Bless the white lines on the freeway
Bless the laugh lines on your face
Bless the night light in the hallway
Bless the daylight, gone without a trace