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"Home" Live at Club Passim
Released: Nov, 15 2006 embed code Embed this album on any of your html web pages. Copy and paste the code below to embed it.
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Description On April 13, 2006 Danielle Miraglia headlined at the legendary Club Passim in Cambridge, MA. This "authorized bootleg" captures some of the highlights. Enjoy! Danielle Credits Recorded and mixed by Steve Friedman Guitar, vocals, harmonica Danielle Miraglia All songs written by Danielle Miraglia Bass, vocals and harmonica by Tom Bianchi Backing vocals by Ruth Peterson |
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Dysfunctional Home
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Intro (not a song)
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Sell My Soul
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Red Sox and Bars (not a song)
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You Don't Know Nothin'
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Wrong Enough
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Orange Tom(not a song)
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Say One Thing
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Gettin' it Done
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Rock Star
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Mom (not a song)
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Hot Mom
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Encore(not a song)
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Home
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Nothing Romantic
Released: Nov, 05 2005 embed code Embed this album on any of your html web pages. Copy and paste the code below to embed it.
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Description Performing Songwriter, May 2006 Danielle Miraglia "Nothing Romantic" Folk fans in the Northeast are already hip to the talents of Danielle Miraglia, and with her latest release, Nothing Romantic, it won’t be long before the rest of the country takes notice as well. The record begins with “Snow Globe” which showcases her impressive talent on the acoustic guitar, fingerpicking like ol’ Doc Watson himself. Next comes “Sell My Soul,” a rowdy, bluesy number about the temptations and frustrations of the music scene. “Pull up the black limousine, dig me from this hole, set up the drum machine, I’m ready to sell my soul,” Miraglia sings as soulful harmonica and bari sax commiserate. Mandolin, bass, piano, dobro, pedal steel and drums all make appearances on the record, weaving in and around the true star of the record: Miraglia’s smoky vocals. They sweetly draw you in, while spiritedly getting her point across. Blogcritics.com Danielle Miraglia, "Nothing Romantic" - By Jon Sobel www.blogcritics.com Danielle Miraglia's country/folk/blues sound descends in large part from Mississippi John Hurt, and she is a worthy carrier of that guitar-picking tradition. Her voice, reminiscent of Bonnie Raitt's, is strong but vulnerable, feminine but never precious, with a gutwrenching catch to it. Her guitar playing is both accomplished and soulful, and her songs tap into the ur-melodies and fundamental chord changes that form the essence of western music, while still saying something in a distinct and original voice. Both as a writer and as a musician Miraglia maintains a deep connection to traditional styles of playing and singing. The folky "Snow Globe," with only her guitar-picking as accompaniment, may be the saddest and best song about self-imposed isolation since Simon and Garfunkel's "I am a Rock." From its sparse beauty Miraglia segues into the draggy blues of "Sell My Soul," the obligatory "I wanna be a star" confessional every highly talented, unjustly obscure singer-songwriter has to write. It has the kind of dirty-blues feel John Hiatt mined a few years ago on his masterful Crossing Muddy Waters album. Normally I'm not much for feel-good folk weepies, but it's hard to resist "Moment By Moment" with its earworm of a chorus and Kevin So lending backing vocal and keyboard support. "Say One Thing" is yet another winner, a harshly funny indictment of hypocrisies large and small: Said the blind man, This is how I see it Said the stalker, If you love that bird then free it Said the white-hooded man, Love your brother Say one thing and do another Miraglia's lyrics are full of such pithiness. "Better," a clever and bouncy country-folk love song, leads into her masterpiece, "You Don't Know Nothin'," one of the best new folk songs I've heard in years. Its depiction and dissection of human misunderstanding is both sharp and tender. All you need to know about what drives people apart and what draws them together can be witnessed in a few hours spent in a bar. Many of us feel something along those lines, but Danielle Miraglia is that rare songwriter who can put it into words. Returning to the country-blues groove, but in a minor key, "Cry" is literally about the grim frustration of being an infant who can't communicate her feelings. Perhaps metaphorically it's about artistic expression, but the lyrics draw such vivid pictures there's no need to reach for meaning. It's a fitting subject for a songwriter who's so good at getting to the roots of things: what could be more rootsy than infancy? The title track sounds like a traditional country shuffle about life on the road, and for the most part it is, but it turns the cliched American "romance of the highway" on its head: "There nothing romantic about a highway/No big revelations, nothing new/And I can write a road song any day/There's nothing romantic about missing you." Then, in "The Only Way to Win," the protagonist pleads amusingly for misfortune and heartache so she can write great songs, sing the blues with authenticity and become a star. In the pretty closer, "The Wind," Miraglia sings folk with authenticity. But it's the kind of song any reasonably talented folkie could have come up with. Danielle Miraglia's talents go far beyond that modest level. This CD kicks Americana ass. Credits Produced by: Danielle Miraglia All songs written by Danielle Miraglia copyright 2005 Mixed by Julian Russell, Magpie Sound Mastered by Jeff Lipton Danielle Miraglia - Guitar, Vocals, Harmonica Tom Bianchi - Bass, backing vocals, harmonica Dana Colley - Baritone Sax Chris Harris - Drums Paul Chiasson - Percussion Kevin So - Piano, backing vocals Ruth Peterson - Backing vocals Jon Kleber - Lead guitar Lloyd Thayer - Dobro, lap steel Trevor Mills - Mandolin |
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Snow Globe
Black clouds and Danger signs are hard on the eyes
I’m gonna close the blinds until it’s all blue skies Blindness is a gift reserved for the wise See no evil Nothing bad happens here, the colors are so bold Snow is white and water’s clear, it never gets cold I’ll never feel pain or fear and I won’t grow old Here in my snowglobe The tune those sirens sing ain’t music to my ears I’ll stick my fingers in until it disappears It doesn’t make a sound if nobody hears Hear no evil Chorus If the glass should ever break I’ll pray the clouds my head to take My friend I see you at the edge about to fall My lips are frozen shut I can’t move them at all Anyway there’s nothing I can do inside these walls Speak no evil Chorus embed code Put the clip of this song on any of your html web pages. Copy and paste the code below to embed it. |
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Sell My Soul
I got mac n’ cheese, shit box cars
Freedbird yellers and trashy bars Rusted strings on my guitar I’m stuck in traffic on dreamer’s road I see life size Barbies pedaling Pepsi Rock n’ roll killers on MTV They got romance, grammies and rosy cheeks It’s gotta be more than who you know Pull up the black Limozine Dig me from this hole Start up the drum machine I’m ready to sell my soul These sour grapes will grow ripe and sweet And my back up dancers will feed em’ to me The ones who used to ignore me will be at my feet Cause they heard me on the radio I won’t make em’ think too much Just a quick fix dime store sugar rush I’ll slap it on a plate and watch em’ swallow it up And say, “Hope you enjoyed the show” Make me a pop karaoke singer Stuff me in that mold Go on and prick my finger I’m ready to sell my soul Gonna sell my soul and I won’t miss it a bit Except maybe when it gets cold and when the holidays hit On the devil’s payroll I won’t struggle one more day Throw me to the coals the heavens didn’t want me anyway I was found but now I’m lost I want my records dipped in gold Show me where the roads cross I’m ready to sell my soul embed code Put the clip of this song on any of your html web pages. Copy and paste the code below to embed it. |
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Moment by Moment
Moment by Moment
Day by day Stop and feel the music Don’t wish your life away I’d heard this so many times before But I’d never listen What’s that noise on the other side of the door? I want to know what I’m missing Moment by Moment Day by day Stop and feel the music Don’t wish your life away You were telling me a story And I was looking at the clock There was somewhere I had to be I didn’t have time to talk Sometime in early fall I thought about writing you a song Later that day I got a phone call They said you were gone Moment by Moment Day by day Stop and feel the music Don’t wish your life away Now I’ll feel every breath Forget the past and what’s ahead Not another regret For things I should have said Chorus embed code Put the clip of this song on any of your html web pages. Copy and paste the code below to embed it. |
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Say One Thing
Say One Thing
Radio host with a bloated head Says those junkies should be left for dead Lock em’ up nuff’ said Throw away the key Off the air in the back He pops pills for a mid-day snack Drives away in his Cadilac To his mansion by the sea Said the blind man “This is how I see it” Said the stalker “If you love that bird then free it” Said the white hooded man “Love your brother” Say one thing Say one thing Say one thing and do another Man of the cloth condemns our sins Says on the day of reckoning You’re gonna have to answer to Him You better hope he’s on your side Urges rise when the sun goes down He says boy show me what’s under that gown Cover your mouth don’t make a sound Then he scars that boy for life Said the blind man “This is how I see it” Said the stalker “If you love that bird then free it” Said the white hooded man “Love your brother” Say one thing Say one thing Say one thing and do another Founder and enemy share one bed They glossed it over in the books we’ve read All the innocent blood shed To build this free land Some wave the flag like it’s a virgin child Some do whatever is the current style Some sink their teeth in like a wolf in the wild And bite off the whole hand Said the blind man “This is how I see it” Said the stalker “If you love that bird then free it” Said the white hooded man “Love your brother” Say one thing Say one thing Say one thing and do another embed code Put the clip of this song on any of your html web pages. Copy and paste the code below to embed it. |
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Better
I’m stranded with a busted car and you’re a warm comfy ride
I’m a blues band in a redneck bar and you’re my “Rawhide” Life’s a nasty fly and you’re my window screen You make the grass on my own side of the fence look green You’re the glue that keeps my soul together You make everything better I held a torch for years but it was well worth the wait Before I singed my last hair you were at my gate Now you’re my every day, night, dusk and dawn You wash my troubles away like some good drug that I’m on When I’m a prisoner you’re a perfume-scented letter You make everything better You’re a spring day in the middle of the winter I’m a pitcher’s pay and you’re ten no hitters You’re a compass that shows me east from west But I could get lost forever buried in your chest When my skin looks like last week’s fruit and my butt’s down to my knees You’ll be my memories of youth and my anti-gravity We’ll bitch about the world and how good things used to be But I’ll be a happy old girl with my old man next to me I’ll be a bald bird and you’ll be my only feather You make everything better embed code Put the clip of this song on any of your html web pages. Copy and paste the code below to embed it. |
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You Don't Know Nothin'
Where it’s fish sticks and flannel
The waitress smokes Camels And the coffee costs more than the beer I was picking my bone In a self righteous tone Thinking minds just don’t change around here I sang of Vietnam with a reaper-like charm Code red and counting the dead When an 8 o’clock shadow with eyes like arrows Slammed down his glass and said You don’t know nuthin’ You weren’t there Til you’ve had shrapnel under your skin You couldn’t begin That shifted my tune Because how do you argue With a man who’s been on the front lines Tore my last Keno ticket When a pro-lifers’ picket On TV waved their judgment signs He cheered them on Said values are gone Those women make their own bed And that’s where they should lie My mouth went dry And all the blood rushed to my head I said.. You don’t know nuthin’ You’ve never been there Until you’ve had to make that choice Keep your voice in your beer He said I can’t believe how you think But I’d still like to buy you a drink Last call lights flashed Jukebox played Johnny Cash When an ill-dressed man wandered in He said have you found Jesus He’ll heal all that grieves us If you’d only repent for your sins He thumped that black book Til the whole place shook As if all of our hope lived inside We drank to the wrong The weak and the strong We drank to the places we hide We don’t know nuthin’ Or if we’ll ever be there Until the answers fall from the sky We look for them here embed code Put the clip of this song on any of your html web pages. Copy and paste the code below to embed it. $0.99' style="width:90%;"> |
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Cry
When I cry out loud
You stick a dollar in my mouth I suck that nipple dry Until I realize That there’s no milk coming out I cry out loud cause I’m restless on a plane Passengers around me get annoyed Some are trying to sleep, read the paper, watch TV And I’m making too much noise When I cry out loud You dress me up to show your proud Wrapped in a red white and blue quilt My bottle filled with holy guilt Read me a story and leave all the bad parts out When I cry out loud You pat my back and cradle me face down I spit up and make the colors run You spank me in front of everyone And say if you don’t like it then get out I cry out loud cause I’m too small to run Too dependent on the hand from which I feed But I’ve got this big voice and it’s my only choice To express a few essential needs So I cry out loud Falling from a broken bow But soon I’ll learn to talk Walk, invest in some good stock Buy some land and build myself a house embed code Put the clip of this song on any of your html web pages. Copy and paste the code below to embed it. |
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Nothing Romantic
I’m glad you fixed my wipers before I left
My windshield is wet, I still don’t get All that cliché crap you hear in road songs High on Redbull and early Tom Waits Driving real late, Man I hate Being away from you for so long There’s nothing romantic about a highway No big revelations, nothing new I can see sky and pavement any day There’s nothing romantic about missing you Another dirty mug at the Waffle House On the road kill route, going south Think I’ll check out what’s on the AM news? From Northeast liberal left and self-help To the Bible belt, I’m in a right wing hell I’ve never felt so confused There’s nothing romantic about a highway No big revelations, nothing new I can see sky and pavement any day There’s nothing romantic about missing you Nothing romantic just a job to do I don’t need to find myself cause I already found it in you Feels good to stretch my legs and get out of the car Gotta tune my guitar Looks like a decent bar At least it ain’t far from the motel room This real close talker is invading my space I’m glad I brought my mace, just in case So many people in this place who just ain’t you There’s nothing romantic about a highway No big revelations, nothing new I can write a road song any day There’s nothing romantic about missing you embed code Put the clip of this song on any of your html web pages. Copy and paste the code below to embed it. |
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The Only Way to Win
fire me please fire me
so i can be a star who rises up from poverty after living in her car kick me out please kick me out so i can pay my dues discover what life's all about and learn to play the blues when the ceiling starts to leak and there's a few missing screws and the wheels start to squeak you’ll see me on the news sometimes the only way to win is to lose sometimes the only way to win is to lose cheat on me please cheat on me with every girl in town so i can sing sweet melodies of how you let me down dump me please dump me break my little heart so I can go country and make it to the charts when the ceiling starts to leak and there's a few missing screws and the wheels start to squeak you’ll see me on the news sometimes the only way to win is to lose sometimes the only way to win is to lose Repo the car introduce me to your new girlfriend cause if nothing's gonna be all right might as well have a story to tell in the end get me hooked please get me hooked i’ll take that trip to hell and write a best selling book of how i rose and fell let me die please let me die so the world will know my name and i can be immortalized in the tragic hall of fame when the ceiling starts to leak and there's a few missing screws and the wheels start to squeak you’ll see me on the news sometimes the only way to win is to lose sometimes the only way to win is to lose embed code Put the clip of this song on any of your html web pages. Copy and paste the code below to embed it. |
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The Wind
We got comedies and melodies
Conversation flows with ease Let’s stay in bed all day long Write each other corny songs It took broken hearts and families You got weight that I will gladly carry For that warm breeze that warm breeze I hope the wind keeps blowing my way The forecast could change any day I know blood is thicker than wine You could always change your mind I hope the wind keeps blowing my way You’ve got baby smiles and first steps You sometimes wonder why you left Weekend days at the park Singing him to sleep at dark He’s got your eyes and her hair A bond that you and I don’t share Like memories like memories I hope the wind keeps blowing my way The forecast could change any day I know blood is thicker than wine You could always change your mind I hope the wind keeps blowing my way The tide moves with the wind Changes through the day When it comes rushing in I’d rather it drown me Than to take you away I hope the wind keeps blowing my way The forecast could change any day I know blood is thicker than wine You could always change your mind I hope the wind keeps blowing my way embed code Put the clip of this song on any of your html web pages. Copy and paste the code below to embed it. |
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