Roses Guide To Time Travel

by Nancy K Dillon

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In March 2010 Rose Rock Records announced the release of Dillon's second solo CD. "Roses Guide To Time Travel" showcases Nancy's okie-roots authenticity and soulfully intelligent take on Americana music with 11 original songs in her subtle and concise lyrical style. "The fancy term for Dillon's kind of writing is mythopoeia," says one reviewer. Songs about trains, depot stations and a slightly crumbling industrial landscape share the spotlight with songs of gently aging rockstars and fading beauty. Add a murder ballad ghost story, a paean to Portland OR, lovers dancing among crimson stones in the desert and some old-fashioned tornado-chasing and you begin get a sense of the way Roses Guide To Time Travel connects past, present and future.

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released March 22, 2010

Musical contributors on both sides of the Pond include Danny Barnes (Bad Livers), Grammy award-winner Stacy Phillips on Dobro, Gavin Sutherland (Sutherland Brothers & Quiver), Steve Smith (Hard Road), Chris Parks (Any Trouble) and UK-based Ian Lang. Roses Guide To Time Travel was recorded by Grammy-winning engineer Garey Shelton (The Believers/Danny O'Keefe) in Seattle along with tracks "flown in" from Scotland, England, New Mexico & Austin TX.

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Nancy K Dillon Seattle, Washington

On her album, Roses Guide to Time Travel, Nancy K. Dillon maps the road West; the dusty highways that conjure up images like Kerouac's road trips, traveling dustbowl carnivals, and free-spirited 70s hipsters. Inspired by Oklahoma & Texas troubadours Townes Van Zandt, Guy Clark, and Kevin Welch, Dillon's songs are short stories about characters that populate true American life. ... more

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Track Name: All The Pretty America
All The Pretty America

All the Pretty America
Lies in ashes at my feet
All the Pretty America
Has up and gone to sleep
When will she wake?
Who knows the score?
How long does it take to learn that less
Might just be more?

All the Pretty America
Has packed her bags and fled
She's off to join the carnival
In England or France someone said
On wings of desire
She flies through the night
An artiste trapeze on the breeze she swings
Balanced just right

All the Pretty America dreams of you tonight
Please send her your brightest angels
To help her set things right
As she shapes a new dawn
The night falls away
Send all your bright hopes for the child
Of a tender new day

All the Pretty America needs our prayers today
For strength of heart and wonder
And a lamp to light her way
Then a healing shall come
Her bandages fall
Tender scars fade to the shade of a ghost
In spite of it all

All the Pretty America
Lies in ashes at my feet
All the Pretty America
Has up and gone to sleep
When will she wake?

© 2010 Nancy K. Dillon
Track Name: Last Town On The Line
Last Town On The Line

Daddy's granddaddy was a trainman
Missouri-Pacific was his line
Asa started working for the union
To make a better life, make a better life
Make a better life for the time

'Cause life was hard for a trainman
Eighteen hours, a penny in your pocket
Back-breaking, hard-driving work, work, work
Moving that corn, moving that coal
Gotta find a dollar, gonna patch this hole, uh-huh

CHORUS:
Now here I am living in the last town
Last town on the line
Nobody's going any further
It's a quiet place here, Population 1
In the last town, the last town on the line

How many hours in that train car?
How many miles did he ride?
How many nights in how many towns?
Supper by himself, missing his family and
Sweet Catherine by his side

But there was something important he believed in
Something essential was at stake
What would Asa think if he could see it all now?
Look at what a mess, could have done better
Lord, what a mess we can make

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
Did he happen onto Woody in a box car?
Did they talk about life and have a smoke?
Did Woody sing a couple songs before he traveled on?
My daddy's granddaddy might've fed him for a smile and a joke

© 2010 Nancy K. Dillon
Track Name: Desert Song
Desert Song


Hey there, honey, put your white shirt on
Grab your boots, let's go to town
In your dusty truck, one headlight's gone
It's a beautiful night, I wonder what will go down

I see your profile in the night
There's stars above...in the dashboard lights
You turn your head a bit my way
Your secret smile seems to say, 'let's go down...'

CHORUS:
Take my hand, I'll follow you
Through desert wind and stars of blue
We'll dance among the crimson stones
Unleash our hearts until it's time to go down

Downtown tonight, it feels all right
Our favorite band's in the neon light
Our favorite booth, our favorite song
We'll say 'hello' and wonder what will go down

CHORUS

Swing your partner, swing me 'round
Round & round, round & round
I'm dizzy from your flaming gaze
Your eyes are mine, I wonder what will go down

© 2010 Nancy K. Dillon
Track Name: Looks Like Rain
Looks Like Rain

Looks like rain off in the distance
On the plains, up in the hills
Cold North wind blows the porch swing
Come on in or you'll get chilled
Come on in, Looks like rain

Once our days were sweet and sunny
Our long evenings ended wild
Once our dawns brought dreams and danger
But that's all done now, ain't it, child?
Summer's gone, now it looks like rain

I never saw the sky so black
Or clouds in fond embrace with frozen ground
I want to take off running
To the center of the storm
Bearing down right now

Looks like rain, I can hear the thunder
Loud as open gates of hell
Sounds like rolling dice down under
When it comes, you just can't tell
Come on in, looks like rain

You'll never see the wind look back
Or waste a single breath upon the past
I want to take off running
To the center of the storm
Bearing down so fast

© 2010 Nancy K. Dillon
Track Name: The Ground She Walks On
The Ground She Walks On

Walk with me in the late afternoon
And I'll tell you a story
Written in the dust on this road
Sweet orange fruit rots
In a haze of hot perfume
On the dust laying thick upon this road

He worships the ground she walks on
He follows in her footsteps through the dust
But no mark does she make
Her life it was taken
In ancient flames of rust

Thirty years ago on a night as hot as this
Small town Oklahoma
I think it was 1969
Sweet magnolia's scent drew her out
Into the night to get some air
To the riverbed east on Highway Nine

The line across her face stained
A blood-iron shade of angry red
Like the dust turned to mud beneath a storm
She wears her scar with grace
Though it's the mark of a father left in scorn
Still she honors what it meant to have been born

He worships the ground she walks on
He follows in her footsteps through the dust
But no mark does she make
Her life it was taken
In ancient flames of blood

He worships the ground she walks on
He follows in her footsteps through the dust
Still no mark does she make
Her shape was mistaken
In white hot flames of lust

© 2010 Nancy K. Dillon
Track Name: New Train
New Train

Can't keep you on the main line no more, darlin'
You're much too strong a drug for me
I can't sleep at night and I'm achin' for a fight
Thought I may as well come clean

You're like a drug, you fill my brain
Everybody's talkin' 'bout that New Train
Like a drug - drive me insane
Everybody jump up on that New Train

Train's pulling out in the cold clear night
Sinner, won't you jump on board
Train's disappearing, whistles out of hearing
Takes us to a just reward

It's like a drug - it kills my pain
Everybody's talkin' 'bout that New Train
Surrealistic colors paint the window pane
Everybody jump up on that New Train

Darkness fills with light and black is really white
Checkerboard station tile floor
This small town's a strain, I'm waitin' on that train
Sinner, won't you jump on board?

© 2010 Nancy K. Dillon
It's a freedom train; sinners, won't you shout?
Everybody's talkin' 'bout that New Train
It's a freedom train, no shadow of a doubt
Everybody jump on board that New Train
Track Name: No Goodbyes
No Goodbyes

Long ago I left my home
In a yellow Rambler American
Following the footsteps
Of Woody and Jack Kerouac
The highway lines became a circle
North to South and East to West
So my heart became a compass
Points to those I love the best

CHORUS:
No goodbyes, no, you ain't seen the last of me
No goodbyes, no, you won't see me cry
No goodbyes, where I see circles you see lines
No goodbyes

Senorita had a vision
Way down in Old Mexico
Something told her, "Ride in quickly!
Quiet like a silent ghost."
She dressed in her best black mantilla
Saddled up and rode to town
She found him in Rosita's bed
She pulled her gun and shot him down

CHORUS

His mama said, "Son, wait a year."
His daddy said, "You're out of here!"
Sister says, "The road is lovely,
Long and lean and knows no fear."
He grabbed his guitar, kissed his sister
Out the screen door to his truck
He said, "I'll write when I get work
But in the meantime, wish me luck."

CHORUS

© 2010 Nancy K. Dillon
Track Name: Good Old Friends
Good Old Friends

It's a time of missing friends
All the laughter that we've known
We got to know each other
Stolen hearts & rolling stones

It's a time of letting go
And a time of holding on
Those of us still here have got to
Keep on keepin' on

CHORUS:
And it ain't easy, I can tell you
As I feel the miles tonight
What I wouldn't give to have you standing
Right here in my sight
And, yes, we'll lose another
Don't know who or how or when
But let's make ourselves a promise
To be Good Old Friends again

Back when we were young
It seemed like so much time to kill
Time to talk about it all
And time to drink our fill

But what is so important now
To let it slip away?
How much longer can we put it off
Another day?

CHORUS

© 2010 Nancy K. Dillon
Track Name: Portland
Portland

Portland...
City of roses and rain
City of rivers and trains roll in
To your station
Portland...
City that lets me forget
Eases my head when a bet's gone bad
Sweet amnesia

CHORUS:
Go pack your bags now
No time to delay now
All the signs point to a way we might leave here
And drift through the night south
To a town by the river's mouth
Lost souls could be found there
Let's point the car south to Portland

Portland...
Many are drawn to your doors
Music pours out and your bars don't close
Sweet oblivion
Portland...
Banjos and fiddles abound
Hipsters in thrift store clothes found their way
To your neon

CHORUS

Portland...
City of mists and of dreams
Thinking of you makes me feel so clean
Sweet forgiveness

Double CHORUS

© 2010 Nancy K. Dillon
Track Name: Glory Days
Glory Days

Glory days and hometown blues
Pretending that he's got nothing left to lose
Still a whisper rides the wind
Says it's just a matter of time
And not the end

Once no one could beat his game
No two nights were ever the same
Fingers burning up that board
Pedal hit the metal at night
He soared

CHORUS:
Hold tight
Tonight
Not every cloud is grey
Though sometimes it looks that way
Turn out the light and dream of those Glory Days

Glory Days and empty nights
Pretending that it's gonna turn out all right
Still a whisper down the wire
Says that it won't be long
Til he feeds that fire

Broken hearts and small town talk
Songs that used to run now can barely walk
But a whisper rides wind
Says it's just a matter of time
And not the end

MIDDLE 8:
All of that time
Where did it go ?
Looking for signs
Digging for gold

CHORUS

© 2010 Nancy K. Dillon / Ian Lang
Track Name: Sweet Honey
Sweet Honey

Watching for a sign
To set me free or draw me near
Watching for a sign tonight
Like a hummingbird near a flower
You hover then you fly
Like a hummingbird near a flower
Sweet honey

The honeycomb holds the nectar
The bees protect their own
The honeycomb holds the nectar so bright
The hummingbird has to drink
A thousand times or die
A hummingbird has to drink
Sweet honey

The petals fall from the flower
Slowly one by one
The petals fall from the flower pure white
The candle's flame is burning lower
Fading amber light
Melted wax spills over like
Sweet honey

© 2010 Nancy K. Dillon