The Youngest Sister

by Sam Russell & the Harborrats

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“The Youngest Sister” is the second release of Sam Russell's Blue Moon Bible project, an ongoing series of 8 albums with 8 songs apiece inspired by" The Odyssey" and James Joyce's "Ulysses." With styles ranging all over the Americana map from rock n’ roll, soul, country and gospel to doo-wop, punk and funk, he albums together tell one big story of love stumbled upon then lost and found over and over again, with different characters “portrayed” by Sam and his fellow Harborrat singers.

"The Youngest Sister"is the most classic-rock influenced of the Blue Moon Bible, featuring heavy and dirty layered-guitars in the styles of The Jesus and Mary Chain, Led Zeppelin and The Ramones. Punk, irish and folk melodies resonate throughout in both wild and tender fashion.

For more about The Blue Moon Bible project, visit www.thebluemoonbible.com

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released November 11, 2007

Sam Russell-lead and backing vocals, guitars
Michael Spaly-vocals, lead vocal on “Empty Parking Lots,” guitars, violin, mandolin
Ian Rodney-guitars all except 4 and 5
Schuyler Jones-bass (except 2)
Isaac Chirino-drums, percussion (except 2)
Allison Tulloss-co-lead vocal on “Elizabeth Street”
Kate Noson-backing vocal on "Empty Parking Lots"

backing vocals-Nathan Wade, Scott Andrew, Clay Ballard, James Apollo

gang vocals-Ken Nottingham, Chris Mulally, Russ Fuller, Bill Fuller

One More Cigarette credits: Jefferson Allen-drums,, Mark Livingston-bass, Marc Hagar-keyboards, Rachel Ferguson-backing vocal

all songs by Sam Russell

produced by Sam Russell
engineered, recorded and mixed by Conrad Uno at Egg Studios, Seattle WA 2006-2007
except “Empty Parking Lots” recorded and engineered by Michael Spaly at Monkeystack Studios, Seattle WA
mastered by Ed Brooks at RFI

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Sam Russell & the Harborrats Seattle, Washington

Sam Russell preaches the gospel of heartbreak and decadence via The Blue Moon Bible, an in-progress series of 8 albums, backed up by his combined band and choir collective of The Harborrats. Folk, soul, doo-wop and everything in-between add to up a version of rock n' roll that searches to find divinity in love instead of God, as sung by a failed Christian and his fellow heathens. ... more

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Track Name: Tire Swing (for Joanna)
well it might be light left over from a TV show
a time traveler changes bodies in a bright green glow
what did you want to be after you grew up
before you gave up on taking a sip from offered cup

she says I want to go back to camp and fall in love
and I’m looking over at her and seeing she’s had enough
but one of these days I’ll say something to really make her mad
and lose the summer camp we never had

on the Viaduct between the Puget Sound and the downtown
on left the water glistens, on right a skyline’s found
a mixtape on cassette deck that you made back as a kid
that she pulled out when she came home out of shoebox you kept hid

I know and realize that it’s wrong to want to be
with someone just to be a part of the family
but I wanted you as a sister, you were one that started fad
of speaking of the summer camp we never had

put the seed into the soil and watch the tree grow tall
in the backyard that will fill with the brightest leaves to fall
then tie a tire to swing ‘round strongest branch you can find
with a rope tied with a knot that won’t ever come untied
it won’t ever come untied

the songs played on The Yacht Club’s kitchen radio
where I washed dishes and made her up all those years ago
I hate sometimes too how reluctant she can be
to accept the effect of all of her beauty

how she finds the truth in laughter, purges fear of being hurt
even back there in the garden where I thought I had to blur
all of what can make her worried into what can make her glad
by singing of the summer camp we never had
Track Name: One More Cigarette
the night turns to Easter, it’s my new birthday
just like in a past life, that comes back when you say
let’s have one more cigarette while parked in driveway
let’s have one more cigarette before night turns into day

Diana, Diana, "put your head on my shoulder"
Diana, Diana, "wouldn’t it be nice if we were older"

and I wouldn’t have to fight the high of a homesick
with you around, I don’t look down, it all comes back with flick
of just one more cigarette before I get on track
just one more cigarette before smoke covers crack

Diana, Diana, "there’s a place where lovers go"
Diana, Diana, "sooner or later one of us must know"

that it goes without saying, all these songs in our heads
reincarnate everything, even the regret

it’ll be church in a few hours but we won’t be there
to hear your sister singing, instead our throats will tear
from just one more cigarette before I go inside
just one more cigarette, before away you ride

Diana, Diana, "I saw the harbor lights"
Diana, Diana, "don’t worry baby, we’ll make it alright"

with just one more cigarette, just one more cigarette
just one more cigarette

when we get to heaven we’ll walk down the streets paved with gold
when we get to heaven I know we won’t have to grow old
when we get to heaven we’ll stand on the top of the sun
when we get to heaven away from dark fields we’ll run
Track Name: Fire at Captain Mike's
you know it’s good to be back home but I’m almost out of beer and I see you are too….and I’d love tobe sentimental but I can’t stay unless there’s something to drink with here…because you know, thinking about the old times, that’s only good when you’re drunk and it’s about to wear off now so I gotta cram it in now while I can

the last summer of the millenium
I worked at the Boathouse downtown
the waitstaff full of beautiful girls
I'd go on my night off to see who's around
Cara said there'd been a fire at Captain Mike's
the bar right down the street
I must have missed it on my way to the place
couldn't tell on account of the heat

Kimmy was frying (Kimmy was frying)
Mindy was burning (Mindy was burning)
Kelly was aching (Kelly was aching)
Heather was hurting (Heather was hurting)
and you could see there'd been a fire at Captain Mike's
underneath the hot June sun
but there's plenty of places left downtown
where we can have some fun

the Boathouse on the harbor
a boat can pull right up
and park there while it’s owner drinks
from big ol’ jars they use as cups
holding the rainbow colors
of all of Homer’s long island iced teas
and them girls all working at that bar
are where that rainbow leads

Kimmy was frying (Kimmy was frying)
Mindy was burning (Mindy was burning)
Kelly was aching (Kelly was aching)
Heather was hurting (Heather was hurting)
and you could see there'd been a fire at Captain Mike's
underneath the hot June sun
but there's plenty of places left downtown
where we can have some fun

we could go to TG’s (we could go to TG’s)
we could go to Norm’s (we could go to Norm’s)
we could go to Friends’(we could go to Friends’)
or Peg & Lou’s upon Sheridan north
keep going past the Kenosha border
and fly right on into Racine
and end up lost on streets with names
instead of numbered easily

poke my head in the kitchen
to see the Moon boys on the line
Dave and Chris not related at all
but they hang out every night
you know it's even hotter in the kitchen than
a wet dream donkey punch
from the sight of all the waitresses
grabbing their plates nine at once

Kimmy was frying (Kimmy was frying)
Mindy was burning (Mindy was burning)
Kelly was aching (Kelly was aching)
Heather was hurting (Heather was hurting)
and you could see there'd been a fire at Captain Mike's
underneath the hot June sun
but there's plenty of places left downtown
where we can have some fun

we could go to Bourbon Street (we could go to Bourbon Street)
we could go to Buoy's (we could go to Buoy's)
we could go to Carl's (we could go to Carl's)
or Fec's Place to play some oldies
they got a jukebox stocked with rock n' roll bartender skips if she
don't like
and anything that you play by mistake she'll say that it's alright

well now Monica, Marissa and Kelly
lived together in one big house
they put Chris Moon up for awhile
after his girlfriend kicked him out
it was the 4th of July but fireworks
were not necessary for me
everyday was full of explosions
I had yet in my young life to meet

Kimmy was frying (Kimmy was frying)
Mindy was burning (Mindy was burning)
Kelly was aching (Kelly was aching
Heather was hurting (Heather was hurting)
and you could see there'd been a fire at Captain Mike's
underneath the hot June sun
but there's plenty of places left downtown
where we can have some fun

we could go to Harborside (we could go to Harborside)
we could go to the Port (we could go to the Port)
or come back to the Boathouse (back to the Boathouse)
all part of what we call the four corners, along with
Paddy-O's where end for last call every night
before going cross the street to the diner to hang out til 4 or 5

Carissa and Annie, the owner's nieces
drinkin' with their Mom at the deck bar
Carissa's gonna get a job here in the fall
Chris Moon will fall in love with her so hard
we'll both get fired but Annie will get us jobs
at her restaurant on the Interstate
and Captain Mike's will get rebuilt
and we'll all be first mates

Kimmy was frying (Kimmy was frying)
Mindy was burning (Mindy was burning)
Kelly was aching (Kelly was aching)
Heather was hurting (Heather was hurting)
and you could see there'd been a fire at Captain Mike's
underneath the hot June sun
but there's plenty of places left downtown
where we can have some fun

Kimmy was frying (Kimmy was frying)
Mindy was burning (Mindy was burning)
Kelly was aching (Kelly was aching)
Heather was hurting (Heather was hurting)
and you could see there'd been a fire at Captain Mike's
underneath the hot June sun
but there's plenty of places left downtown
where we can have some fun

and Kimmy was frying
and Mindy was burning
and Kelly was aching
and Heather was hurting
and Shannon was flirting
Samantha was blurting
and Heather was toking
Carissa was smoking
and Sarah was my friend
but she was gone by the end

and I remember back late at the Boathouse
when it’d be the end of the night
and I’d be trying to close up with Kristin and Carissa
trying to get out their early to make last call for Paddy-O’s
and I’d be sweeping by the popcorn machine,
makin’ it look real neat for Joyce
and we’d put some songs on the jukebox
and Kristin would call over and say “Josh!
play that one…y’know, how does it go?”
I’d say, “I’ll play ‘Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes’
play ‘Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes’
that’s right Kristen, it’s ‘Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes’
we’d play...
Track Name: Dear Jonathan Richman
dear Jonathan Richman, do you remember me
I’m the girl that wrote to you from ages 9 to 15
my sister went backstage at one of your shows
she told you all about me how all your songs I did know
and you wrote down your address for her to give to me
you said that I should write you sometime just to what’s up to see

and so I wrote you and you wrote me back
I didn’t think it was unusual to just write somebody back
you’d tell about your kids, draw me pictures
I’d ask if your songs were true and you would say “sure!”
you’d send me postcards from Italy, wherever you were on the road
I thought you wrote back to every kid, I was too young to know

then one day I stopped writing, it just felt a little bit weird
I didn’t want to be a kid anymore, I just wanted to drink some beer

and then I went to see you and after you played a song
you asked is Diana out there somewhere in the crowd
and I just froze up, I couldn’t say a thing
and so you just moved on and next song began to play
and I still feel bad about that, I wonder if you were hurt
I wonder if you wonder what happened to me why last letter was never returned

dear Jonathan Richman, I want you to know
how much your letters meant to me even if you off I did blow
maybe somebody I’ll come see you and introduce myself backstage
and even if you don’t remember me I’ll say “hey Jonathan thanks”
Track Name: Elizabeth Street
when there was a spark that started this thing, I took the
moment and I turned it into a ring
that I’d have always to give just to you
during a walk on an Elizabeth Street
sight of sign on the corner would greet

and be perfect vision to finally descend
as we’re glad to be back at a place that we’ve never been

time changes the words said so much
til they’re gone or they’re used as a crutch

to walk past every girl that goes floating by
so I don’t have to think, I don’t even try
to let search begin and in action drown
I’m first flying high and then crashing down on

Elizabeth Street, where the sidewalks never grow cold
on Elizabeth Street where I’ll watch you grow old
I want to be on an Elizabeth Street

I need the hope to lift grip and pass
so I can try to see in the glass
the reflection that right now I need
to be arrow to finally lead back to

to Elizabeth Street where we’re finally off on our own
brother and sister sharing same road as a home
in the evening on an Elizabeth Street
Track Name: Empty Parking Lots (featuring Michael Spaly)
run into you while home for holiday
you laugh and smile but I can’t feel the same way

cause I still see the girl once such a friend
tell me when did the neverending summer end
my heart rises up to send a piece to help yours mend
tell me when did the neverending summer end

I see the rest at bars and grocery stores
they’re as sad as you, maybe even more

thatI still see the girl once such a friend
tell me when did the neverending summer end
my heart rises up to send a piece to help yours mend
tell me when did the neverending summer end

empty parking lots I could not let contain
we said goodbye before I could explain

that I still see the girl once such a friend
tell me when did the neverending summer end
my heart rises up to send a piece to help yours mend
tell me when did the neverending summer end

and I still see the girl once such a friend
tell me when did the neverending summer end
my heart rises up to send a piece to help yours mend
tell me when did the neverending summer end
Track Name: The Youngest Sister
she came from a Catholic family, the last to fall off of the tree
I met the middle who told me and hinted of a history
and right away then I would dream that she’d come home and then see me
and recognize the common soul from all those lives ago

and dear Lord how I miss her, bring back home the youngest sister
she had to go far away to see what fate may await
when she said she had to leave, I was as brave as I could be
so I said goodbye and kissed her and cried for the youngest sister

when I met her I recognized an ancient light behind her eyes
that we shared in all our past lives when we were at each other’s side
it took time to find her again but there she stood my old friend
from childhood dreams and fantasies, the one again I’d meet

and dear Lord how I miss her, bring back home the youngest sister
she had to go far away to see what fate may await
when she said she had to leave, I was as brave as I could be
so I said goodbye and kissed her and cried for the youngest sister

bring back home the youngest sister, bring back home the youngest sister
if there’s a God up in the sky, I need now at least to try
to break my vow and pray for first time as a man to say
this soul’s split in half and yearns for the youngest sister’s

there comes a time in all these lives when we must part and say goodbye
and wonder if we’ll meet again whether in this life or the next
but I can’t wait that long and even though I know it’s wrong
I’ll sacrifice patience for faith to have her here this coming day

and dear Lord how I miss her, bring back home the youngest sister
she had to go far away to see what fate may await
when she said she had to leave, I was as brave as I could be
so I said goodbye and kissed her and cried for the youngest sister
Track Name: Letter to Paul Auster
the preacher rambles on at the ceremony
I’m living in a flash-forward memory
as a child imagining his sister at alter
the twist of retrospect and living causing heart to halter

I am the narrator controlling the flow
moving out of tunnel in which creature’s eyes will glow
a slight of hand the author practices
to exploit every instance of coincidence

the old sifting pattern perfected
debate between the theories projected
the wedding will be setting of the play’s intermission
the sticky southern air only missing her presence

hey Paul Auster won’t you take care of my baby
hey Paul Auster maybe take her out for coffee
if you walk down Willoughby and both make the same turn
maybe my favorite author can be watching over her

I listen for the songs played in the background
throughout rehearsal dinner cutting through the combined sound
to bring up calm contained at center of connection
to feel her grace from far away without feeling abandoned

a way to know you’re dreaming is to look at the clock twice
if it doesn’t say the same time, you’ll wake up tasting rice
riding back to bed and breakfast drunk in the backseat
my sister and fiancée upfront looking for right street

my love flew out last minute for the audition
I ran with my cell phone listening in kitchen
I wanted her to come with me to keep panic at bay
and pose for picture with my sister on her wedding day

hey Paul Auster won’t you take care of my baby
hey Paul Auster help her get up on the marquee
I’m singing out to you because I can’t sing to God
even if I had the faith I haven’t used it in so long

I wish I didn’t notice the judgment every time it passes
from all my sister’s friends and relatives glances
my 8th-grade best friend called out of nowhere to tell me
that he just married some girl cause God didn’t want him to be lonely

he said God didn’t want to be lonely, God didn’t want me to be lonely
God didn’t want me to be lonely, God didn’t want me to be lonely

you mentioned Kenosha in two books and I asked you why
at the book signing you said to read the only book of yours I hadn’t tried
your grandma shot your grandpa in my hometown and your father
was cut off all his life, his communication faltered

paddle deeper through downtown, overflow will soak socks
time travel may occur from a creaking porch swing as it rocks
you don’t know what to wish for, where or what to call a home
time’s running out better get back and face family alone

here comes the shore, closer and closer
peripheral sees water wetting all the parellels
the opposite of optimism vs. the epic of the everything
oh that ferry back and forth, how love to hear her sing

hey Paul Auster won’t you take care of my baby
hey Paul Auster listen to her music carry
past your open Brooklyn window heading out for Seattle
ducking all the epiphanies raining down to kill

duck upstairs from reception to the white walls and linen
caught between the confrontation and happiness to be had
she writes she loves me in the snow, stops at first letter of my name
after I make fun of her and make her think that I’m ashamed but

God didn’t want to be lonely, God didn’t want me to be lonely
God didn’t want me to be lonely, God didn’t want me to be lonely
God didn’t want to be lonely, God didn’t want me to be lonely
God didn’t want me to be lonely, God didn’t want me to be lonely

can each loose thread be traced back directly to the source don’t ya
end up with nothing if you pull and try to force
the answer into light before it’s ready to view
before every variation is ditilled into precious few

if I can’t wrap this up, I’ll say you can’t always either
you trapped the man in vault and could not get him out as the writer
but you made your inability center of story
admitting failure as possible way to glory

but Mr. Auster you must consider
that the man in vault could have gotten out to be with her
I put that book down knowing there was still a solution
so tell me you were wrong if you think I’m proving it

hey Paul Auster won’t you take care of my baby
hey Paul Auster keep her safe for me to see
in the meatpacking district tonight now 3 AM
yeah you write out the prayer and I’ll sing it as a hymn, I’ll sing that

God didn’t want to be lonely, God didn’t want me to be lonely
God didn’t want me to be lonely, God didn’t want me to be lonely
God didn’t want to be lonely, God didn’t want me to be lonely
God didn’t want me to be lonely, God didn’t want me to be lonely