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WOLVES AT MY DOOR

“Hers is a singular voice, both in its soaring resonance and in its poignant perspective, a rarity in a musical environment that champions teen queens and bitter babes.”  Lee Zimmerman (Indie Label Spotlight)” GOLDMINE

“Annie Moscow is rewriting the rules”  Abigail Trafford, THE WASHINGTON POST

CREDITS

All songs written by Annie Moscow
All songs produced, arranged and orchestrated by Rachael Gold
Graphic Design & Photo Illustration: Jim Yost
Mastered by: David Shirk, Sonorous Mastering, Tempe, AZ
Engineered & mixed by Rachael Gold
Cover portrait photo by Dan Vaermillion, Vermillion Studios, Phoenix, AZ
Session Coordinator: Henry Newmark
Recorded at HNS Studios, Los Angeles, CA and Melonball Studios, Phoenix, AZ

LYRICS

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THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE

Remember when I was nineteen
My eyes were focused on a dream
And all the doors were open wide
Was up to me to walk inside

My second chance – it never came
Now I’m not one to cry or blame
But that was supposed to be mine mine mine mine
That was supposed to be

Remember when I was nineteen
And what you called my stupid dream
You shared with me your deepest fears – you said
Where will you be in 10 years

Your tired lines were well received
I didn’t have the guts to leave
But that was supposed to be mine mine mine mine
That was supposed to be
That was supposed to be mine mine mine mine
That was supposed to be

Don’t stop it
Don’t stop
The wind blows
Don’t stop it
Don’t stop it
The wind blows right to your door

That was supposed to be mine mine mine mine
That was supposed to be.
Yeah that was supposed to be mine mine mine
That was supposed to be
That was supposed to be
That was supposed to be mine

Annie Moscow: vox & piano
Rachael Gold: synthesizers
Henry Newmark: drums
Bruce Stone: bass
Dave Robinson: guitar

TO THE HIMALAYAS

Said good-bye to family and friends
A long time ago
Out to conquer brave new worlds
That’s where I had to go
Searched for answers long and hard
Apart from what I knew
Thought I’d find the answers in
the Himalayas with you

To the Himalayas
That’s where we would go
To the Himalayas
And Oh the things we’d know
The world could crumble at my feet
But I would not be blue
Take my hand I want to scale
The Himalayas with you

Surfin’ cross the Internet
I stumbled on a friend
Our paths had crossed in high school
And now we meet again
He said “I’m married and I have a son
What’s going on with you”
I said “I’d love to stay and chat
But I’ve got too much else to do”

To the Himalayas
That’s where I must go
To the Himalayas
Oh the things I’ll know
The world can crumble at my feet
But I will not be blue
Take my hand I want to scale the Himalayas

My folks are getting older now
But they’re probably doing just fine
And me – I’ve blended well into
A race that isn’t mine
Sometimes I feel so rootless
Like I haven’t got a clue

The world may crumble at my feet
But inside – I’ll be still
You and me and everyone
Upon our little hills

Annie Moscow: vox & piano
Domenic Genova: acoustic bass
Rachael Gold: synthesizers
Allen Ames – violin

WHERE’S MY SILVER LINING

You scream
Then I scream
But nobody’s passing out
Ice cream
Then I cry
Sometimes it feels like
I wanna die

They say we got to walk through this muck together
To get to the other side
But I sure don’t like this ride

And where’s my silver lining?
They say every cloud has a silver lining
Where’s my silver lining Baby

Me to be
Happy
But how can I be
When you’re so
Unhappy

And all your pain – Well it hurts me too
What’s going on at the end of this tunnel
Are we gonna survive – baby

Where’s my silver lining?
They say every cloud has a silver lining

Annie Moscow: vox & piano
Rachael Gold: synthesizers, percussion & background vox
Kris Karyl Feldman: background vox
Domenic Genova: fretless bass
Billy Abdo: Acoustic & slide guitars

BUY THE BITCH A CADILLAC

You think you’ve got the plan
You think you’ve got it made
You think that you’re some royalty
You sit there in your tiny bubble
The world is yours to use
Well throw me a piece of your holiness baby
And let me lick your shoes

Just Buy the Bitch a Cadillac
Give the dog a bone
Read the sign outside my door
This dog don’t take no bones no more

Maybe I was innocent
Maybe I was dumb
Maybe I’ve done anything
Just to share your gum
But maybe I got smarter
And see you as you are
Well maybe I didn’t know no better
But now it’s gone too far – you can’t just

Buy the Bitch a Cadillac
Give the dog a bone
Read the sign outside my door
This dog don’t take no bones no more
(piano solo)

Buy the Bitch a Cadillac
Give the dog a bone
Read the sign outside my door
This dog don’t take no bones no more

No bones – no charms – no kitty treats
I don’t buy my dear
You show your hand and you play fair
Or I don’t want you here

Buy the Bitch a Cadillac
Give the dog a bone
Read the sign outside my door
This dog don’t take no bones no more

Annie Moscow: vox & piano
Rachael Gold: synthesizers
Henry Newmark: drums
Sam Pilafian: tuba

IT’S ALL DISSIPATING

Where’re we going for the holidays?
Used to be my mom’s or yours
Or maybe one place for dinner and one for dessert
A regular – Thanksgiving Tour de Force

But that was before your parents divorced
And we moved ‘cross the country from mine
And we all got busy with our own busy lives
It’s getting harder and harder now to find the time…

And it’s all dissipating
Dissipating – more and more – with ev’ry season
Dissipating – dissipating
More and more and more and more

Now I don’t wanna pretend it was some perfect time
‘Cause it wasn’t that way at all
We’d just open up the closets
And we’d watch the skeletons fall
Then on the plane on the way back home we’d say
That was the holiday from hell
Well I guess we got tired – year after year
Tryin’ to act like all was well
Well well now

It’s all dissipating
Dissipating – more and more with ev’ry season
Dissipating – dissipating
More and More and more and more

Blood might be thicker than water
But it sure ain’t thicker than glue
‘Cause I don’t know what or why or how
But I can’t seem to hold on these days to any of you

And It’s all dissipating – dissipating
More and more with every season
Dissipating – dissipating
More and more and more and more and

Annie Moscow: vox & piano
Kris Karyl Feldman: background Vox
Rachael Gold: synthesizers, percussion & background Vox

JAZZ CAT

Take your mask off
You wanted to be a jazz cat all along
And who are you foolin’
Who are you foolin’ anymore

You say you changed for me
Well I changed for you
But here’s what the truth is
It’s all just excuses
And who are we foolin’
Who are we foolin’ anymore

It’s the midlife crisis
Bitin’ down hard
It’s the midlife crisis
It’s the midlife crisis
Didn’t know it would be this

Take your mask off
And I’ll take off mine
‘Cause it cuts even deeper
And who are we foolin’
Who are we foolin’ anymore

Take one look back
You’ll see the sweet young thing
I’ve always been
But don’t look back again
‘Cause she’ll be gone

They call it midlife crisis
Bitin’ down hard
It’s the midlife crisis
It really bites, baby
It’s the midlife crisis
Didn’t know it would be this

You’re supposed to buy a medallion
And run off with some youngster
And me I’m supposed to become a lesbian
Or run off with an Indian chief

But I just want you to
Take your mask off
And I’ll take off mine
We’ll dance around naked
And have a good time
‘Cause who’re we foolin’
Who’re we foolin’ anymore
Yeah who’re we foolin’
Not even ourselves anymore

Annie Moscow: vox & piano
Domenic Genova: Fretless Bass
Rachael Gold: synthesizers

DRIED UP AND DYING

(with piano excerpts from “Sonatine” by M. Ravel)

Where’s your piano
Where’s your piano
Where’s your piano my best friend
Where’s your piano now

You love your babies
I know you do
But the sacrifice was all of you
And where’s your piano now

(chorus)
Dried up and dying
All my friends are
Dried up and dying
All my friends are

When you shone like a star
He captured you
With promises of forever
Now your light is fading and you wonder why
He looks for fairer weather
It’s partly him
It’s partly you
You’ve lost your looks
That’s partly true
But more than that
You’ve lost your you

(chorus)

He has his trips
He has his plans
I know I know you married a
Brilliant man
You have a beautiful hosue
But where’s your piano now

(chorus)

Dried up and dying
All my friends are
Dried up and dying
You used to play so
Beautifully

Annie Moscow: vox & piano
Rachael Gold: synthesizers
Allen Ames: violin

BLUE EYES

Some families have Blue eyes
You can see their kid coming from miles and miles
He’s got those blue eyes
He’s got those blue eyes
And when they get together
It’s like their own little club
And you can’t get in
Without those Blue Eyes

Some families have
Good upper body strength
You can see them at the pool
Swimming back and forth
And back and forth
And when they get together
It’s like their own little club
And you can’t get in
Unless, of course,
You swim

In my family – we’ve got the Rockers
We sit in our rooms and rock back and forth
And back and forth
And forth and back
We sit and rock and rock and stare
So into ourselves and so Unaware
Sometimes you get lucky and
It skips a generation
And you don’t inherit
The glazed stare
The silent cries
That mark us as surely as
Blue eyes

Annie Moscow: vox & piano
Rachael Gold: synthesizers
Allen Ames: violin

ELEVEN BLOCKS FROM THE BEACH

I like to think I’m contemporary
In my suburban dream
My house is big and roomy
And my neighborhood’s serene
This is what’s worth livin’ for
I tell myself each day
But I grow green with envy
When I see you live your way

Eleven blocks from the beach
In a hardwood bungalow
Walk down the street with a surfboard
Feel the ocean breezes blow
Fresh fruit market every Wednesday
All within my reach
If I had the guts to move my stuff
Eleven blocks from the beach

I left the city long ago
Crime and noise I said
But is it better to live with a little bit of danger
Than walk around half dead
I’m just tryin’ to find the place I guess
Where I won’t keep wanting more
But until I find my home I’ll be here
Longing after yours

Eleven blocks from the beach…

Annie Moscow: vox & piano
Henry Newmark: Drums & Percussion
Bruce Stone: Electric Bass
Rachael Gold: synthesizers, percussion & background vox
Billy Abdo: Electric guitar

CINDERELLA SUITE

Give me everything you’ve got and
I will depend on you
That’s how our love will grow
You can be my hero
Someone to take care of
Someone to take care of me

If I can’t get your attention
I’ll become an invalid
Nurses with me ‘round the clock
Care and feeding at my bed
La ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
La ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Will you be my mother
There to love me all my life
Will you be my father
I’ll be good and I’ll die young
I will depend on you
That’s how our love will grow
You can be my hero
Someone to take care of
Someone to take care of me

Everyday is 9 to 5
The nights are short the days are long
Everyday is so frustrating
Something in your life is wrong
You do your hair
You do your makeup
Thinking this will change your life
Maybe one day you will wake up
Lucky girl – as someone’s wife

(chorus)
Cinderella he’s not coming
Don’t wait for the handsome prince
Cinderella he’s not coming
He won’t take you ‘way from this

Maybe he’ll be king of England
Live the perfect fantasy
Royal bliss is just illusion
You know that as well as me

Cinderella Cinderella
Cinderella Cinderella
Cinderella Cinderella

You give me everything
I will depend on you
That’s how our love will grow
You can be my hero
Someone to take care of
Someone to take care of me

Annie Moscow: vox & piano
Kris Karyl Feldman: background vox
Rachael Gold: synthesizers
Henry Newmark: Drums
Allen Ames: Violin

THERE’S GONNA BE SOME CHANGES HERE

I can see the smoke signs rising over the hill
I can hear the drummers beating out a new rhythm
I can see the footsteps heading towards the clear
Nervous birds fly back and forth
Nature’s come to claim it’s course

There’s gonna be some changes here
Nah nah nah nah nah nah – Nah nah nah nah nah nah
There’s gonna be some changes here
Hold on for the changes – hold on for the changes

I can feel your eyes tryin’ to focus on my soul
I can feel your thoughts – you don’t know where I’m going – do you?
I can feel my heartbeat a million miles a minute
Shackles fall away like rain
Clear a path and board the train

There’s gonna be some changes here
Nah nah nah nah nah nah – Nah nah nah nah nah nah

There’s gonna be some changes here
Hold on for the changes – hold on for the changes
There’s gonna be some changes here
Hold on for the changes – hold on for the changes

Annie Moscow: vox & piano
Henry Newmark: Drums
Rachael Gold: synthesizers, background vox
Bruce Stone: Electric bass
Dave Robinson: Electric guitar
Allen Ames: Violin

WOLVES AT MY DOOR

Don’t know why I’ve been so irritable lately
Walkin’ around like I don’t wanna be here anymore
It’s not that I don’t wanna be here anymore
It’s just that there’s
Wolves at my door
Wolves at my door

Something in their eyes beckons me
Something in their eyes calls me out to the wild
I’m sitting here in my nice house
And they’re saying
Do you wanna go
Do ya wanna go
Do ya wanna go

I don’t know what’s come over me
It’s just that there’s these wolves at my door
Wolves at my door

One looked at me and he smiled
He said “I know you’re the wild child”
My pedigree don’t count for much anymore
Not when there’s these wolves at my door
Wolves at my door
Wolves at my door

Annie Moscow: vox & piano
Domenic Genova: Acoustic bass
Rachael Gold: Keyboards
Allen Ames: Violin