Love and Protest

by Chris Conly

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"Love and Protest" airs a wooden warmth with a slight tinge of whiskey breath. Serve warm. Feeds 5. Rinse. Repeat.

Brooklyn-based singer-songwriter Chris Conly's new 5 track EP “Love and Protest” blends fiery guitar work, timeless songwriting, and showcases an impressive array of special guests. The original tracking sessions were engineered by Rich Blakin, who worked with Paul Simon, Chicago & James Taylor and was co-produced with Mike Flannery.

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released June 25, 2013

Produced by Chris Conly & Mike Flannery.
Additional tracking and mix by Mike Flannery at Bass Hit Studios, NYC.
Mastered by Rob Calhoun. LA

THE BAND:
Chris Conly (ChrisConly.com) - Lead Vocals, Acoustic & Electric Guitars, 12-String Guitar, Slide Guitar, Maracas
Brad Maestas (BradMaestas.com) - Electric Bass
Adam Minkoff (AdamMinkoff.com) - Drums, Piano & Organ [Hollywood On My Doorstep, Top Shelf Tina]

SPECIAL GUESTS:
"One Track" Mike Flannery (MrFlannery.com) - Vocals [Top Shelf Tina, Meter Man, Satisfied], Tambourine [Satisfied]
Brittany Anjou (BrittanyAnjou.net) - Piano [Satisfied]
Clara Lofaro (ClaraLofaro.com) - Vocals [Bourbon & The Bed]
Abby Ahmad (AbbyAhmad.net) - Vocals [Hollywood On My Doorstep]
Phil Sterk (myspace.com/PhilipSterkMusic) - Pedal Steel [Top Shelf Tina]

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Chris Conly Brooklyn, New York

Brooklyn-based singer-songwriter & guitarist Chris Conly has a new 5 track EP is called “Love and Protest”. Combining fiery guitar work, and timeless songwriting, it features an array special guests. The original tracking sessions were engineered by Rich Blakin, who has worked with artists like Paul Simon, Chicago & James Taylor. ... more

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Track Name: Bourbon & the Bed
Thanks again for the bourbon and the bed
Now it’s time to rest my head
Where do you turn when you’re down and out?
Gotta find a stranger who can help you out

Trouble walks in and she sits at the bar
(mmm)
Drinkin’ more Bulleit’s gonna make me a star
(ooh ooh ya)
Juke joint walls, the tales they tell
(ooh ooh oh)
A long list of boys that went to hell
(hey ya ya)

End of the night and the bar is full
(where ya at boy?)
Broads on tables don’t take no bull
(don't give me no bullshit)
I don’t know what you’ve been told
(I don't know what you've been told)
Won’t trade my bourbon for a pot of gold
(hey! hey!)

Don’t know a soul in this one-horse town
(lookin' for someone)
Stranger walks in and she buys me a round
(can I get you that, boy?)
No idea where I’m gonna crash
(boy I've got a good idea)
Brings me back to share her stash
(hey yeah!)

Then she says, she just left jail
Petty drug crime and she’s out on bail
Gotta hit the hay - get up with the sun
Livin’ on the road is like livin’ on the run
(hey! hey!)

Last thing I do ‘fore I skip town
(last thing he did 'fore he skipped town)
I grab a pen & paper, and I write this down:
(got a note, this what it read)
“Thanks again for the bourbon and the bed” (4x)
(said "thanks again for the bourbon and the bed!")
Track Name: Hollywood On My Doorstep
I’ve got Hollywood on my doorstep
Movie stars at my door
Broads in the bar room
Sayin’ “Just one more!”
Just another work day
On the avenue
Just before the sun set
I can cash my IOU

Mariachi in the basement
Barkin’ from the back
Frenchman smokin’ cigarettes
No time to look back
Past another bar room
With candles on the walls
Get my good looks for free
And my beers best of all

Hollywood!
Bright light!
Hollywood!
All night!

Liberty in the distance
Beaming up with hope
A beacon to all sailors
Sailing their last rope
Now I have arrived
I knock upon the door
One last glance to the hungry
One last handout to the poor

I’ve got Hollywood on my doorstep
Movie stars at my door
Broads in the barroom
Sayin’ “Just one more!”
Just another work day
On the avenue
Just before the sun set
I can cash my IOU
Just before the sun set
I can cash my IOU
Just before the sun set
I can cash my IOU
Track Name: Meter Man
Excuse me mister Meter Man
Spare me five or ten
I heard the world is ending soon
I’ll be gone by then

All respect Mister Officer
Shouldn’t make no difference
If I stay a minute
To work on my defence

And I know it’s just a job
So you can pay your bills
But the citizens you rob
We’re taking to the hills

Like we’re in the wild west
Bounty hunters everywhere
Barkeeps & Cowboys
Had a chance to sell their wares

But a tax was layed upon then
Levyed for no cause
The rich were getting richer
And they were writing all the laws

Excuse me mister Meter Man
Spare me five or ten
I heard the world is ending soon
I’ll be gone by then

Have mercy on me!
Just grant me this one time
When you’re on your deathbed
I’ll be circling in your mind

One person to another
I’ll be the first to say
There's bigger fish to fry
Full time crooks who got away

And if the moment strikes you
To join me for a drink
The Saloon around the corner
I’ll meet you in a blink

I’ll save a seat for you
A Whiskey or a Rye
Then we’ll get to business
And I’ll look you in the eye

Excuse me mister Meter Man
Spare me five or ten
I heard the world is ending soon
I’ll be gone by then

We can speak like gentlemen
Discuss the day’s events
How you define guilty
Under what pretense

We have a Social Contract
All parties have agreed
Just tell it like it is
You’re only drive is greed

When you take our purpose
Don’t lend a helping hand
We’ll take it to the streets
To protect the working man

That is all I have to say
Until we meet again
That is all I have to say
Until we meet again

Shall we meet again
You’ll wish for better days
Payin’ off your judges
Ain’t the only crime that pays

Excuse me mister Meter Man
Spare me five or ten
I heard the world is ending soon
I’ll be gone by then
I'll - I'll be gone
And you - you'' be gone
We'll both - both be gone
By then
Track Name: Top Shelf Tina
I walk in, she’s sittin’ there
Rings of smoke all in the air
A fancy drink is in her hands
An expensive dress, and a spray on tan

I ask her if this seat is taken
Naughty eyes, she’s been makin’
I get declined, so polite
She wants to be alone tonight

Classiest woman in all the land
When the Bartender takes her hand
She settles up, and pays her tab
He walks her out and flags a cab

“Goodnight Miss Fey and get home soon,
until tomorrow afternoon.”
He walks back in to face us kids
Everybody knows, who she is

She’s a martini sippin’
A dollar-bill drippin’
Hair flippin’ diamond in the rough
You know you’ve seen her
Sittin’ (there) with Gina
All dressed up and showing off her stuff
She’s “Top-Shelf Tina”

It’s been a long day, I started early
Just walked in, only 4:30
And who do I see, at the bar?
Top Shelf Tina, The movie star

The Four-Faced Liar is home away from home
She won’t talk to no one, she won’t get to know ‘em
She’s been that way all her days
The people move on, but he Vodka stays!

She’s a martini sippin’
A dollar-bill drippin’
Hair flippin’ diamond in the rough
You know you’ve seen her
Sittin’ (there) with Gina
All dressed up and showing off her stuff
She’s “Top-Shelf Tina”

She’s a martini sippin’
A dollar-bill drippin’
Hair flippin’ diamond in the rough
You know you’ve seen her
Sittin’ (there) with Gina
All dressed up and showing off her stuff
She’s “Top-Shelf Tina”
Track Name: Satisfied
Who cares, what anyone thinks?
Talk is cheap, you should get some sleep
We’re drinkin’ whiskey with nobody home
Call me up now we’re not drinkin’ alone
It’s nights like these, hangin’ with my friends
That I know I can never pretend
Give me the keys, and let me drive
Let’s have a chat, while we’re still alive
Take a breath, and let it all go
I ain’t gonna sweat it, ‘til the end of the show

Why can’t I get, out of the way?
I take it higher every day
Might never reach that finish line
Don’t be surprised if I kill myself tryin’

Who cares what anyone says
Pretty soon we’ll all be be dead
No need to hurry - don’t have to speed
It’s all the same - you’ll get what you need
Maybe this party - ain’t what we thought
Let’s just finish - the bourbon we bought
The bands done playin’ - the next one’s up
I see a 5-string bass we’re shit out of luck
We hit the street - we’ll hop on down
Lord knows we’re Mexico-bound

Why can’t I get, out of the way?
I take it higher every day
Might never reach that finish line
Don’t be surprised if I kill myself tryin’

Who cares if anyone’s smart
You ain’t got nothin’ if you ain’t got heart
Nobody’s here for a very long time
So don’t hang around now, lookin’ for signs
Take a breath - take a break
Stay awake - for safety’s sake
Don’t take no shit, stand up for yourself
And Always be lookin’ at the very top-shelf
That’s all I’ve got - this bottle is shot
I’ve got 2 more sips and it’s back to the top

Why can’t I get, out of the way?
I take it higher every day
Might never reach that finish line
Don’t be surprised if I kill myself tryin’

Why can’t I get, out of the way?
I take it higher every day
Might never reach that finish line
Don’t be surprised if I kill myself tryin’