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(New) Years revisits ellen cherry's 2005 release, Years, a concept album derived from inhabiting the mind of a woman during a certain period of history.

With the help of Michael Prout on lead guitar (and snare on 1933 To California), Andrew McCallum on bass, and a special appearance by Elijah Wirth on tuba on 1893 A Girl at the World's Fair, ellen cherry breathes a new life into these tracks as well as adds some never-before-recorded songs to round out the (New) Years album.

For a fun history assignment, check out store.ellencherry.com/album/years. Years is the album that inspired (New) Years.

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released December 31, 2010

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ellen cherry Baltimore, Maryland

Emmy nominated singer/songwriter ellen cherry (lowercase letters intentional!) is a full-time touring and working performer based in Baltimore, MD. In 2017, ellen presents a new touring project called Portraits in Song that marries her love of storytelling and her passion for history through songs and portraits of interesting women in history to increase love and empathy for all. ... more

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Track Name: 1864 A Civil War Bride
I have written in my diary
So you’ll know just what became of me
My loneliness and desperation will be the stuff of history

You have wandered off to fight the war
And misdirect the call of canons roar
You said to lead a man’s life, you must do more

And I hate you for it.

You have sent no words to reach my ears
For what is now so many silent years
No whisper on the wind, no twinkle of the stars to calm my fears

I have worked my fingers down to bone
To make for us a happy home
And now my soft and secret heart has hardened into stone

And I hate you for it.


Last night I dreamed that you came back to me
And we lived on and on so happily
Before I woke you said to me:
“darling, this will never be.”

And I loved you for that.
Track Name: 1893 A Girl at the World's Fair
Things were better for me at the turn of the century.
I didn’t know what I wanted, but the future loomed in front of me.
The city shimmered with steam, with smoke and with mystery.
We pretend we don’t know that Life’s an exercise in futility.

There’s a dog whining in the next room.
Might as well be me, howling at the moon.
Because for all the effort I make,
I still feel my sad heart break.
I bow before concrete and steel with humility.

I just want to ride the big wheel into the sky.
I just want to feel like I could fly.
Like everyone else here, I just want to buy my ticket!

Behind the gates is the whole wide world.
And everything is new to the eyes of this girl.
Crystal clear water and bright city lights,
Dancers with costumes that light up the night.
Machines the crackle and sparkle with utility.

I just want to ride the big wheel into the sky.
I just want to feel like I could fly.
Like everyone else here, I just want to buy my ticket!

When I left my family, I knew that I could do better.
Now all they have is some unreturned letters.
This is the story of my liberty:
A cog in the grinding gears of the city.
A line in a novel 100 years from now—that’s what’s left of me.

I just want to ride the big wheel into the sky.
I just want to feel like I could fy.
Like everyone else here, I just want to buy my ticket
And ride the big wheel into the sky!
Track Name: 1912 Violet Swims but the Ship Sinks
A cold clear night, we’re full steam ahead
We’ll stretch her legs on the ocean’s bed
Nothing spared; not even the time
We’re the jewel of the White Star Line

And the steam burns on
As the quartet plays a song
And we all go down in the ocean

Who would guess, we’d sink like a stone
Out at sea, so many miles from home
In disbelief, we queue for a boat
The ship she sounds her dying note

And the steam burns on
As the quartet plays a song
And we all go down in the ocean

We say goodbye and we say our prayers
We drift all night in the cold spring air
And then we see in the bright clear dawn
There’s nothing now: the ship, she’s gone

And the steam burns on
As the quartet plays a song
And we all go down in the ocean
Track Name: 1933 To California
There’s no happy ending
So don’t be holding your breath
Not a word worth defending
Bury me with my regrets

This life has worn me down
But God won’t take me yet
I gotta leave this town
I’ve got to place my bets

California, you seem like promised land
You feed my children and you work my hands
When I lay down to pay the final toll
Take my body; leave my soul

We ride the rails at night
We beg for food all day
My heart is hollow and my belly’s tight
I’ve got no money left to pay

California, you seem like promised land
You feed my children and you work my hands
When I lay down to pay the final toll
Take my body; leave my soul

There’s no happy ending
So don’t be holding your breath
Not a word worth defending
Bury me with my regrets

California, you seem like promised land
You feed my children and you work my hands
Every line that I wear upon my face
You can see the sorrow of our human race
California, you seem like promised land
You feed my children and you work my hands
When I lay down to pay the final toll
Take my body; leave my soul
Track Name: 1950 Inside the Music Box
Dusting, cleaning, meals with meaning
Perfect pastries, nothing’s wasted
Soon I will buy a machine
That will predict sun or rain
Soon I can erase my will
By the swallow of a pill.

Mopping, sewing, children growing
Tasty pancakes, throbbing heartache
Oh my, the coffee’s done!
Here’s a cookie, won’t you have one?
If I never squelched desire
I might have set this house on fire.

Waiting, waiting, how I’m aging.
My perfection—self rejection.
Though I might have had a dream
The loss of it might make me scream
We never ever have those thoughts
Here inside the Music Box.
Track Name: 1976 Buffalo Gals Don't Worry About Fashion
Got a thistle in my cap and a bullet in my gut
Just so you can see what I’m made of
Lips and bones and knees and elbows
Teeth I’ve barely cut
Thank god I’ve got these hips like my mothers

CHORUS:
I press them down in my saddle and I ride
I steel against my own self, I ride high

Spent the summer getting dusty
The sun peeled away my sadness
I pushed on like the weather
Work made leather of my vision
And callused up my fingers
I linger for worse, I’d hoped for better

CHORUS
BRIDGE:
Dress me up, I don’t mind, I can be a paper doll for you
But watch the wind, it can blind you, and that’s my cue

My food, it isn’t free, I watch tv and read the magazines
I see all that I’m supposed to be

CHORUS
Track Name: 1983 A Secret
Through the open window, I can see
The great big swell of impossibility.
But on my pillow, I can dream.
In my pocket, my fingers feel the seams.

I tell a secret to my hand,
So that I can understand.
When it hears the words I say,
It answers back: “don’t despair, and don’t delay”

I dreamt my body was an ear.
I felt all the things I couldn’t hear.
I made a word that wasn’t real.
I was reversed; I was revealed.

I tell a secret to my hand,
So that I can understand.
When it hears the words I say,
It answers back: “don’t despair, and don’t delay”
Track Name: 1998 The Things I Long For and the Things I Have Are Not the Same
Behind my cloaked eyes, you’re still within me here.
But when they open, you disappear.
So still, the things I long for and the things I have are not the same.

I could spend my nickels. I could spend my dimes.
Just listening to your breathe away my time on the telephone.
I see the things I long for and the things I have are not the same.

My days, my nights--they are the same.
Just a dream of you; just a long, lonely but still lovely dream of you.
I dreamed the things I long for and the things I have are not the same.
Track Name: 2002 All U Ever Said Was No
You don’t think of me at all.
It’s naive to expect a call.
How could you think that our love would grow,
When all you ever said was “no”?

It’s too hard to say the words.
But you can see how much it hurts me.
And now a year has left our lives
and all I have is this guilt and those lies.

“cause All you ever said was no
All you ever said was no
Now I know just what is true
I should have said “no” when you asked me to.

Soon our ties that bind will fade.
The sad songs we have written will all be played.
And now I’m selling everything.
I even sold this melody.

If you had asked me I’d have guessed
That you wanted to say “yes”
But how could I have known
that all you’d ever say was “no”?

‘cause All you’d ever say was no
All you’d ever say was no
Now I know just what is true
I should have said no when you asked me to.
Track Name: 2003 I Hope to Dream of You Tonight
VERSE:
I wear a window on my heart,
So you can see right through.
A single pane of glass that separates the valves and halves.
It does not sever me from you.

I put a seal upon my lips:
A promise to be true;
A reminder residue that preserves clues and other cues and
The kiss I saved for you.


CHORUS:
It’s a knot that won’t untie
The truth that doesn’t lie
A tiny death we shared exactly the same time
that brought us back to life.


VERSE:
I have a callous on my hand.
You know the work I’ve done.
An honest mark you see that protects the very heart of me
and the battles I have won.


CHORUS:
This is skin that will not break
A solemn sleep that will not wake
An incandescence that never loses light
I hope to dream of you tonight.


VERSE:
I wear a window on my heart
So you can see right through.
A single pane of glass that separates the valves and halves.
It does not sever me from you.
Track Name: 2005 My Favorite Blue Dress
I spent the summer in my favorite blue dress.
I’m so tired, but I’ve still got this moment to confess.
I’m just one soul, but I worry in a global sense:
Earthquakes and shootings and general uprootings,
how can I help but feel helpless?

Newspapers and television
In my derision, I change the station.
In my ears and in my eyes, I have too much information
In my mind, I think: surely things will change.
Surely things will change, because they cannot stay the same.

This woman smiles at me, her lapel wisdom says “Pray. Pray Until Something Happens”
But nobody wants to do, yet they want to blame
and I think: surely things can change
Surely things can change, cause they cannot stay the same.
Track Name: 2010 Jazz Song #9
I was out walking late last night.
I was blinded by the bright moonlight.
And then it struck me that I was alone.
I whispered to myself: “girl, you better get back home.”

I wondered to myself: could I have lost my way?
Somehow without my knowing, Night turned into Day.
It was not the Moon I saw, no, it was not the one.
Hanging in the wide blue sky was nothing but the Sun.

It laughed and reminded me that I have got a job to do.
I just can’t spend all day giving all my love to you.
If that were the case, these dreams would surely fly.....

Friends say the world will end before the year is out.
That’s fine, I’m wondering what it’s really all about.
No time for silly things: worry, sweat or tears.
I’ve had time enough--all those wasted years.

No time for silly things: my body or my soul.
Some cosmic vortex will swallow me whole.
Still I’d give the world and all its earthly charms
For just one night, tangled in your arms.

The Sun laughed and reminded me that I have got a job to do.
I just can’t spend all day giving all my love to you.
If that were the case, these dreams would surely fly.....