From the recording Tralala
Rebekah Pulley - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Rob Pastore - Bass Guitar, Harmony Vocal
Max Norton - Drums
Ryan Arsenault - Organ
David Russell - Trombone
Joe Terrana - Saxopohone
Jim Morey - Trumpet
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Tralala
by Rebekah Pulley
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1.
Sweet Life 05:18
2.
Totem 03:17
3.
Fall And Burn 03:35
4.
The Good Guy 04:12
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Sister Sally 05:19
6.
Little Seed 03:32
7.
Spin 03:11
8.
Paint The Town 05:18
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December 25 02:56
10.
The Drug Song 02:47
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Hard Times 05:00
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Terrible Tea Sng 02:04
13.
Sway 05:46
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Tra La La features my usual acoustic-guitar-based-heartfelt-numbers; but this time around I've chosen to have some fun with accordion, pianos, horn arrangements, interesting harmonies, and violin.
Released October 10, 2013
RECORDED at Zen Recording Studio in Pinellas Park, FL by Steve Connelly & at D. DUSTY Studio in St. Petersburg, FL by Rebekah Pulley and Rob Pastore.
MIXED at Zen Recording Studio by Steve Connelly and Rebekah Pulley.
MASTERED at Zen Recording Studio by Steve Connelly.
MUSIC AND LYRICS by Rebekah Pulley.
COVER ART by Rebekah Pulley.
Lyrics
SISTER SALLY
(music & lyrics by Rebekah Pulley)
Sister Sally shakes
Like a sad willow tree
With her long hair flowing
Right down to her knees
Brother John he gets
Everything he needs
With his two strong hands
And his steady strolling feet
Late in the evening
When the warm day leaves their skin
Out on the front porch
With a cold night setting in
Brother John leans in close
To Sister Sally's side
So close that her warmth
Burns away the edges of the night (and they go)
Burn, but don't burn me down
Roll, but don't roll away from this town
Shine, but don't blind my eyes
Sail, but don't sail away from my side
Sister Sally's lips
Taste as sweet as summer wine
From those big red grapes hanging low
And heavy from an autumn vine
Brother John's hands are rough
From working that nine to five
But he does it all for Sister Sally
Just to be there by her side (when she goes)
Burn, but don't burn me down
Roll, but don't roll away from this town
Shine, but don't blind my eyes
Sail, but don't sail away from my side
Late in the evening
When the warm day leaves their skin
Out on the front porch
With a cold night setting in
Brother John leans in close
To Sister Sally's side
So close that her warmth
Burns away the edges of the night (and they go)
Burn, but don't burn me down
Roll, but don't roll away from this town
Shine, but don't blind my eyes
Sail, but don't sail away from my side
Burn, but don't burn me down
Roll, but don't roll away from this town
Shine, but don't blind my eyes
Sail, but don't sail away from my side