Apéritif

by Grizzly Pears

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03:28
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04:03
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Debut EP from brass / farmstead cabaret / dance / jazz / klezmer band in western Colorado peach country. enjoy !

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released April 15, 2016

David Alderdice: Percussion
Jeanette Carey: Sousaphone, Vocals
Christi Gubser: Vocals
Lindsay Lazer Kid Kotowich: Trombone, Vocals
Jon Hickam: Chromatic Button Accordion, Guitar, Grunts, Vocals

Tracks 1-3 were recorded at the Embodying Rhythm Worldwide Headquarters in Hotchkiss, Colorado and Snider Sound Studios in Paonia. Track 4 was recorded live at the Blue Sage Center for Performing Arts in Paonia.
All tracks were mixed and mastered by Xandy Whitesel at Mighty Fine Productions in Denver.
All tracks written by Jon Hickam and the Grizzly Pears.
CD original artwork by Amelia Hickam.
With much gratitude to family/friends/fans/farmers and the North Fork Valley food and arts scene.

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Grizzly Pears Hotchkiss, Colorado

Thundering sousaphone and drum grooves, wailing accordion and trombone, circus / viper-jazz/cabaret/ New Orleans street jazz/ bump and grind/ what-have-you dance music from western Colorado.

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Track Name: Won't You
won't you wrap me like a tree ring, make me sing
with the promise of a new spring
for the showers and the flowers that they bring
won't you wrap me like a tree ring.

won't you pour me like a tea pot, just a spot
get me all upon the first shot
please don't spill because I am steamy and I'm hot
when you pour me like a tea pot.

Im lonesome and blue, looking for you
to tear me apart, and put me to use

Won't you wring me like a wet shirt, drip and squirt
shed the water and the soap and the dirt
keep on twisting 'till my ears hurt
when you wring me like a wet shirt.
----------------------------------------------------
please squeeze me like a luffa sponge, take the plunge
you don't know just how my heart will lunge
when you use me to wipe up your grunge
please squeeze me like a luffa sponge.

wont you wack me like a floor tom, bom bom bom
beat me harder make me sing your song
keep on wailing 'till the break of dawn
when you wack me like a floor tom

Im lonesome and blue, looking for you
to tear me apart, and put me to use

Won't you carve me like a christmas ham, hot damn
slice me open just as careful as you can
save the drippings for the gravy pan
when you carve me like a christmas ham
Track Name: Rickhouse Toady
There is a toady in your rickhouse, he is setting up roots
All you small time 'shiners you better beware
He's sittin' in the corner with his thrift store suit
taking his cut from the angles share
He don't tap any barrels, or take any sips,
just soaks it in through his skin.
A master of palette, with out any lips
No jake-leg hootch for my friend

Tin tin tally wack-a bang, croak a ditty boom

There is no finer finish, ever devised
for a pail of over-ripe plums
a bag of molasses from the local feed store
might make a passable rum
but if you don't want any trouble from the revenuer folk
better keep it on the low and down
it takes a hot fire not to make any smoke
and cool ice to knock it back down

Tin tin tally wack-a bang, croak a ditty boom

Smoke shack rat couldn't ask for more
the place is warm and he stays well fed
he's lickin' salt and grease of the smoke house floor
his hair is singed and his eye are red
but when things heat up with a wet-wood fire
he knows just what to do
he'll head to the corner, relax and perspire
makin' bacon with the rat sweat dew

Tin tin tally wack-a bang, croak a ditty boom
Track Name: Unawake
Sunrise,
[Please don’t find me awake today]
My eyes
[Wont stay closed as the hours tick ‘way]
Oh to… partake in unawake
Time flies
[Only by the light of day]

Wont you
[Close the shades on this evening train]
Im through
[All the landscapes start to look the same]
Oh to… partake in unawake
Its time to
[Turn the TV off in my brain]

So dry
[Crackled mud in desert sun]
I lie
[Oven bed I think im done]
Oh to… partake in unawake
Oh my
[How I wish a rain would come]

How my heart goes pound
With every barking hound
Every creaking floor
Every night time sound
Track Name: Ka-Ka-Kombucha (live)
Ka-kombucha is my new main hooch-a
get your tea leaves and your honey
it dont take that much-a money
nothin' suits ya like ka-kombucha

your body woots when you hit the buch
from your tongue-y to your tumm-y
cut the scoby from the scummy
nothin' suits ya like ka-kombucha

Gluconacetobacter and some others with impact your
micro biologicial condition
an elixir and a tonic, an exotic probiotic
sure to cure your chronical condition

Ka-kombucha is my new main hooch-a
get your tea leaves and your honey
it dont take that much-a money
nothin' suits ya like ka-kombucha