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world tour

by andy harrington band

Melodic and Moody Avant-Cellar Rock from independent Vermont five-piece ensemble who explore a variety of musical styles in 10 three and four minute compositions.
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1. messy little world
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2. ambulance
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3. brooklyn
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4. heal the hurt
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5. jenny
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6. harry
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7. meat packing world
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8. breathe in, breathe out
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9. don't be a buffalo
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10. animal love
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Messy Little World

Messy Little World
Messy Little Life

It’s a
Messy little world,
It’s a
Messy little life.
Nothing ever fits
Nothing goes right.
And you get
Blisters on your fingers
When you have to
Play at night.
It’s a messy little world.
It’s a messy little life.

And it’s a
Blessed, blessed thing,
When it’s quiet in you heart.
But let the wind hear quiet
And it blows it right apart.
You will shiver in the daytime,
Sweat with fever in the night.
And the thing that you like the most
Well, it just ain’t right.

And still you do
The best you can
Even when it’s very clear
It’s not enough.

Messy Little World!
Messy Little Life!


Ambulance

Last night late, I, while sitting in my den, I heard a warning.
There came a sound, sent a shiver down my spine.
It was a sound, sent hot flashes through my mind.
It was the sound of a siren, far, far away, but getting closer.

Later on, I, from the window, looking through the glass, I saw it coming.
First the flood of awful, hot, bright light.
Then came the roar of roars when it screamed into sight, I go

Hey, Hey, I know what I saw,
I saw an ambulance.
And I, I heard its siren.

Sure enough today the hearse come by.
Bye-bye, my friend bye-bye.
Someone that I know, though not well anymore, is going, his friends say home.
After a moonless night, I recall a journey and I wonder, yah I wonder,
Where home might be?

Hey, Hey, I know what I saw
I saw an ambulance.
And I, I heard its siren.

Hey, Hey, why don’t you believe me?
I, I saw an ambulance.
And I, I, I heard its siren



Brooklyn

Going home to Brooklyn.
Going home in the morning.
Going home to Brooklyn
In the morning.
Nighty night.

Hey you, you made me happen,
Brought me alive.
You touched my fingers,
Said I had soul.
I’d love to stay
But now I know
It’s time
To go.

Home to Brooklyn.
Home in the morning.
I’m going home to Brooklyn
In the morning
Nighty-night.

I shan’t forget you and the smile you smiled
But I had nothing left to give
But now that’s done
Here comes the sun
It’s time to go
I’m going home to Brooklyn
I’m going home in the morning
To be with friends that I used to know
When I was younger
And we’ll walk down streets and
We’ll groove down avenues.

I’m going home to Brooklyn.
I’m going home in the morning

How many times you’ve heard me say
These very words I say today
And still I am right here where I belong

By your side.
By your side
Where I belong
By your side
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...



Heal The Hurt

Stand back brothers
Give her some room.
The damage is done.
You know what to do,
You gotta

Just give her some time
To make her own mind up.
Give her some time.
Just give her some time
To drive the demons out
Give the girl a little bit of time
To heal the hurt.
She got cut bad this time.
‘Cuz it hurts so bad!

Now listen up people!
I’ll do my best.
Don’t gotta act the animal
To act the man.

Just give her some time
To make her own mind up.
Give her some time.
Just give her some time
To drive the demons out
Give the girl a little bit of time
To heal the hurt.
She got cut bad this time.
‘Cuz it hurts so bad inside!

He took the ring off her finger.
And now the hurt, well it lingers.
Her mommy and her daddy said,
“That’s a bad deal.”
And it’s gonna take time this time
For Angel to heal,
Heal the hurt (repeat)

Make her better!



Jenny

Jenny lived here for five years
And then one day, she was gone.
Now all I have are memories
And the hurt
Of knowing
I was wrong.
And I sing

Jenny come home.
Jenny come home.
There’ll be good times again.
The sun will shine again.
Just you wait and see.
Oh my Jenny, wait and see.

The porch swing’s empty
Blowing in the wind.
I’ve got an awful hollow feeling
Things will never
Be the same again.
And I sing,

Jenny come home.
Jenny come home.
There’ll be good times again.
The sun will shine again.
Just you wait and see.
Oh my Jenny, wait and see.


Harry

Harry borrowed from Peter
‘Cuz
He had to pay Paul.
Paul is a little worried.
He wants his money, that’s all…

I was working for Paul
And paid a call on Harry
Shaking like he was about to break
The man had nothing left to give or take…

And I believe in Harry.
I believe in Harry
‘Cuz Harry is good people.
I won’t call Paul.
I believe in Harry.
I believe in Harry
‘Cuz his old heart is big as all out doors
I believe in Harry.

Turns out Peter and Paul
Were playing both ends.
Yeah, that’s Harry, stuck in the middle,
But what’s a little blood between friends?

Harry’s got the money.
He’s got it hidden away.
He is bound and he’s determined
His kids are gonna get a break one day.

And I believe in Harry.
I believe in Harry
‘Cuz Harry is good people.
I won’t call Paul.
I believe in Harry.
I believe in Harry
‘Cuz his old heart is big as all out doors
I believe in Harry.

Even though some folk say
He must pay for his mistakes
Peter and Paul
Won’t get my sympathy
At all.
Not at all!

And I believe in Harry.
I believe in Harry
‘Cuz Harry is good people.
I won’t call Paul.
I believe in Harry.
I believe in Harry
‘Cuz his old heart is big as all out doors
I believe in Harry.



Meat Packing World (Rationalize)

In a meat packing world
The floors are covered in blood.
And when I think about that,
Oh, yeah, I think about that.

Well, just a shot to the head
And then the party begins.
In circles and in squares
The bloody knifes fill the air.

I rationalize
Everyday and every night
I rationalize.
To make some sense
Out of this life of mine.

In a meat packing plant
The blood is washed down the drain.
It leaches into the field
Where the sweet cattle graze.

And then a shot to the head
The party begins again.
In little circles and squares
The bloody knifes fill the air.

I rationalize
Everyday and every night
I rationalize
To make some sense
Out of this life of mine.

In a meat packing plant
The floors are covered with blood.
Want you to think about
When you bite your big mac…



Breathe in, Breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out.
Let your loved one know what it is
You're talking about.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe in, breathe out.

And when the lights go dim,
You take her by the arm.
Tell her not to be alarmed.
Walk her out the gym,
Go down behind the barn.
Tell her not to be alarmed.
Why should she,
You got her by the arm.

She's closing her eyes
And she's parting her lips.
She is waiting.
She’s waiting, she’s waiting.
She's breathing in, she's breathing out.
Come on breathe.

Breathe in, breathe out
Tell the whole wonderful world
Just what you’re all about.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe in, breathe out.

And when the time is right
You lay her ‘neath the sky
Tell her not to be surprised.
You gotta be true
Tear down your disguise
Tell her not to be surprised
Why should she?
Keep looking into her eyes.

She's closing her eyes
And she's parting her lips.
She is waiting.
She’s waiting, she’s waiting.
She's breathing in, she's breathing out.
Come on breathe.
Come on breathe.
Everybody
Breathe!



Don’t Be A Buffalo

You're on your own.
You can make it!
You can make it!
Yes, you will be stoned.
But you can make it!
You can make it if you try.

It’s your ticket.
Take the ride.
Don't you ever,
Ever be afraid
To make your own world.
Make your own world.
Make your own world.
Don't be a buffalo!

Yes, you are alone!
It's a long night
Without moonlight.
Yes, you will be atoned.
But you can make it.
You can make it if you try.

It's your ticket.
Take your ride.
Don't you ever,
Ever be afraid
To make your own world.
Make your own world.
Make your own world.
Don't be a buffalo.



Animal Love

There’s nothing wrong with you
He hits, you turn black and blue.
Girl I can understand
What it is you’re going through.

It’s Animal Love.
Very,
Very,
Very contrary
Animal love,
Girl, they do what they please.

But I can’t blame just him
When you go crawling back
Again and again.
Hungry for those broad shoulders,
Hungry for that waist so thin.

It’s Animal love,
It’s very,
Very, very contrary
Animal love,
Girl, they do what they please.

But I could never understand animal love.
I could never understand love, animal love.

Animal love,
Is very,
Very, very contrary
Animal love,
Girl, you just do what you please.

But I could never understand animal love.
I could never understand love, animal love.




Artist’s Prayer

I poke my shovel
Into the soil,
I give a flip
The dark brown loam.
Open the earth,
Watch it bleed
From its wound
Creatures and things
Of ungodly doom.

A little gusher,
A bubbling spring
Of weirdness,
Embryos, blood
And other things.
Other really neat things.
Amen.




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the fiction behind the facts...

World Tour begins on the shores of the Known World, a messy little place we think we know. We visit first the streets of Brooklyn, and take a ride in an Ambulance that runs on pure anxiety -- from where does this anxiety spring?
When the sun sets, and we begin to question what we do know, the tour crosses the Singing Bridge over the Big River to the new place, Dingee. We meet a young girl there whose heart has been broken and who seeks to be healed. We say a prayer and reluctantly leave her to her salty tears. And ferry across the Sea of Discord to the Dream Dump where we are serenaded by Jenny, Harry, Peter and Paul -- people who all thought they knew. On this small gray island that smokes, Andy Paper Heart takes us on a special tour -- a meat packing plant!
Where are we now?
We wave goodbye to all our friends at the Dream Dump because it's time -- take a deep breath – breathe in, breathe out -- to set sail upon the dangerous waters of the Straights of nkan (the unconscious) bound for the uncertain shores of the great unexplored territory where we will learn the world to make is your own --don't be a buffalo. Finally, over the Sunlit Sea, we make a dreamy trip to the Neo-Known Sea and the Neo-Known World, back to the ever-present problems of animals, love, eternal reoccurrence and dizziness. We hope you enjoy your trip.


the facts behind the fiction (more or less)...

Andy Harrington met Pooh Sprague and Tim Augustinowicz through mutual acquaintances Davey Davis and his brother Rick Davis in Brownsville, Vermont in 1980 and began a very informal musical partnership which later became the Andy Harrington Band.
Generally speaking, in the beginning, Andy wrote the songs, and Tim and Pooh picked out the “good ones." Andy sang (no one else wanted to sing his songs) and faked it on rhythm guitar, Tim played drums, and Pooh handled the bass. They all sang.
After playing together in the Rick Davis Band, the three rehearsed as a three-piece but the inner-critic roared, "too many holes, too much empty space.” They enlisted guitarist and songwriter Mike Veitch to fill the holes – holes were thought to be bad in the early 1980's.
The band debuted at the Davey Davis pig roast at Mt. Ascutney in Brownsville – we forget the year – and it was a good thing -- no one threw bottles and that was thought to be a good thing in the early 80's.
But following engagements in a seaside bar (Jonah on the Half Shell), around a campfire and in a horse barn, Pooh decided to ditch and brokered a deal with an unsuspecting Bob Neale and Jenny Adams Neale to join Andy, Tim and Mike and form a new band.
The old band broke up, a new band started up, the years peeled away, the new band broke up, the old band woke up and
Andy, Pooh and Tim got back together to hash out old tunes and piece together some new ones -- in reality, Tim needed someone to practice with for a wedding gig.
And more time passed...
In 2000, some 20 years on, Davey Davis (once again) was on the hunt to fill a summer playbill and persuaded Andy, Pooh and Tim to dust off for a gig at Hawk Mountain in Plymouth, Vermont. At Pooh’s urging, Doug Southworth joined to play keyboards – the hole thing, again.
The band, with help from Davey, Kevin Forrest and Ken Norcross, caught the attention of the Pentangle Council of the Arts in Woodstock and was hired to play the council’s summer concert in 2001 and the fourth of July concert in Woodstock, Vermont in 2002. Longtime band collaborator Dave Baldwin came out from California and recorded the July 4th concert and thus began what would become ‘world tour.’
The band was concurrently recording songs at Norcross Studio in Hammondsville, Vermont – “Brooklyn” and “Jenny.”
In the fall of 2002 the band performed at Davey Davis’ wedding in Cornish, New Hampshire and when no opportunities surfaced, they enjoyed a hiatus over the winter to pursue other interests.
Ken Norcross joined the band in 2003 for several gigs at a club in Bradford Vermont. And Dave Baldwin again came in from California and recorded the last concert on Dec. 18th.
Another lengthy hiatus ensued.
However, it was during this lull that David managed to scrape together enough decent tracks from the live recordings to offer a glimmer of hope for a new album.
Finally and very quietly, in 2006, the band released “world tour”, a 10-song album that captures the warmth and humor of the band in both live and studio settings and documents for posterity its longtime commitment to its music and its own understanding and treatment of ‘the hole thing' which has since come to be called the exploration of space.
Thanks for listening!

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mitch the bitch

wot the fuk can i say? im just a boy!
well wen i first heard it i thort... i cant here it. so i listened again and what i heard was something of an elixer, more bettter than more betterness. louder than sing loud, sing proud and a quality reserved for quality soft core.
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Dr. and Mrs. Frank Moscarillo

We loved the songs and the diversity of the songs. Promote it
Pleasant, interesting lyrics and great mix of music. These songs tell a great about the truth of life!!!! Promote this CD.
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Michael Veitch

I'll vote for Andy
Having gigged with Andy and the rest way back then, I will say he got the fires in my songwriting belly going and they are still burning to this day (thanks Andy, I think..urp!). You will be very pleasantly pleased with this CD.
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