We Take It, We Leave It, We Love It

by Who'da Funk It?

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This album was recorded by Emma Andrews Sevene (drums), Tess Domb Sadof (saxophone and vocals), Bess Hepner (guitar and vocals), Nina Kent (bass), and Deja Rene Carr (keys and vocals). Thanks to our special guests Parker Ziegler (trombone) on "Hot Wine" and Alex Oates (beat boxing) on "Simmer Down" and "Hot Wine". Recorded at Northfire Recording Studios in Amherst, MA. So much love and thanks to our engineer Garrett Sawyer! All songs written and produced by Who'da Funk It?

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released 21 December 2012

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Track Name: Man Up
Tess: Man Up, Bess. Grow some balls.
Bess: That is impossible.

Verse:
Tess: I don't come by, I don't, I don't
Deja: You can tell me what I'm doing wrong, I'll be yours forever
You can tell me all your favorite songs, I won't play them
Don't fear me, why don't you just hear me out,
I'm a loose cannon baby, can't handle you messing 'round,
So tell me now, who's the man now

chorus:
Please don't go away,
I just don't want to see you walk away baby
Please don't go away,
I just don't want to see you walk away baby
Please don't stay away,
I just don't want to see you walk away baby
Please don't walk away,
I just don't want to see you
Now the thrill has gone, follow it out the door,
Put my jacket on the hook, I'm just a lonely woman

verse

bridge:
I got a box of matches and your favorite coat
Feelin' feelin' feelin' feelin' so cold

outro:
Now the thrill has gone, follow it out the door,
Put my jacket on the hook, I'm just a lonely woman
Track Name: Hungry Ghost
verse 1, 2 4, 5 and 6:
Feed my hungry Ghost when they get too close
Let me know when it's too late
Left unsatisfied, my small throat's gone dry
Fill me before it's too late

verse 3:
My ghost cries no tears, can't find solid fears
Only craves the world on his tongue
So he opens wide but can't fit inside

chorus:
Bess and Tess: We wander, we crave what we miss
Come satisfy my emptiness
Deja: It was a long day, just sitting there thinking 'bout yourself
For days and nights, all day's a try
to be better, a little better

ending:
Bess, Tess, and Deja:Feed my hungry ghost, my hungry ghost
Deja: Oh I've got a soul, can't pay the toll, I've got my money's worth
Track Name: Simmer Down
Kneel down here, smell this courage on my breath while I lazy out on your rug see?
I'm in denial and I've got Gillespie on my brain
Let this rip in leather be your starting point
Let this knotted body hang chanting out a juke box song
As if these luke-warm ears could nurse sound
As if these frost-bitten lips could sing now
I'm hoping for dawn to simmer down because
Music only happens in the dark
It shatters in a bitter segment reaching over building and going through your legs, see
We still got it
This ache called faith
So I lay here, drenched in acid jazz
Maybe I'll die here
It wouldn't be there first time

Can't corrupt my style
Sitting on the stoop listenin' to the new groove,
I've got my Sunday afternoons
I ain't fashionable, I'm just a go-flo-casual,
Hitting low blow til them lights come on,
so come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, I said no

bridge:
Bess and Tess: Media rancid, media wild, media can't can't corrupt my style
Deja: Oh now now, you're bringing me down
Who's that boy that comes around
Everybody knows what to do
Feel the way 'til the rhythm comes to you
Me and my friends, we got nowhere to go
So why don't we go to the Who'da Funk It? show
And I sold my soul to a college application
Said, what do you know about a higher education?
Oh, no
Track Name: Hot Wine
verse 1:
Pour some sugar on me, left in a rush, Ohhh
Yeah, well you don't need a reason, you can call if you want to
I light my own fire, baby, I don't need your matches
Oh, but I can love you honey 'cause I got a knack for it

verse 2:
I've got a man hell bent on loving me
Come on over, I'm loose in the seams
I'm a dime in the nighttime boy, you know what I mean

chorus:
Pass that jug on the shelf
I need some Southern comfort for those hard times
If I remember you, hope I remember to tell you you're swell but I found someone else
Oh Santeria!
I said, no more of that blues

verse 3:
Sure don't need you coming in and out of my life
Me, myself and I'm so over
you're back and forth, I'm ending the show

chorus

bridge:
You said you wanted hot wine, hot wine, hot wine
You said it in the summertime, summertime, summer

Oh Sateria!
He said, no more of that blues

outro:
Stop waiting 'round with your britches half down,
Stop waiting 'round with your britches half down,
Oh, you done done me in, you done done me in, my boy
You done done me in, you done done me in, my boy
Hot wine! Hot wine!