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    Richland, WA. @ Emerald of Siam

  • Jul 29

    Baker City, OR @ Barley Brown's

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  • Aug 1

    Bozeman, MT. @ Lockhorn Cider House

  • Aug 11

    Rifle CO. @ Evening Farmer's Market

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Stories from the Bluebus:  Released in 1997

Jill Cohn : Stories From the Bluebus                    

Executive Producer Chris Jackson

Produced by Mikal Reid, Chris Hawkins, Steve Shepard and Jill Cohn
Cover photo by Naomi Kaneda

The Musicians:
Piano, Keyboards, Organ, Acoustic Guitar and Vocals - Jill Cohn
Organ - Buck Johnson
Drums - Dan Potruch
Drums - Cammeron Williams
Drums - Michael McDaniels
Bass - Frank Coglitore
Bass - Dennis Staskowski
Bass - Kirk Bentley
Guitars - Mikal Reid
Guitars - Chris Hawkins
Guitars - Charles McCrone

All songs written by Jill Cohn
except "Hollywood": music co-written by Chris Hawkins, Cammeron Williams and Kirk Bentley; "The Scared Song": words and music by Jill Cohn and Gary Merryck
1992-2002 boxobeanies music BMI

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HOLLYWOOD

If I lost my strength and headed back to you
Would I loose myself in a pool of disrespect? I know it could happen
And all of my charms, you now find so endearing
Could all be covered up and smothered under the smoggy skies
So I'm going down
Gravity keep me on the ground
Am I going back, or is this my future calling
'Cause I got my balance back but I think that I'm falling
I could be going home but there's no flights leaving here tonight
I'm giving into the skid, heading for Hollywood
Well I thought distance would sort things out, but the thought became my worst enemy
And you sound so good, have you cleaned yourself up, what would my family say
If they knew that I'm
Going down
Gravity keep me on the ground
Am I going back or it's or is this my future calling
'Cause I got my balance back but I think that I'm falling
I could be going home but there's no flights leaving here tonight
I'm giving into the skid, heading for Hollywood
I'm heading down...
We'd break all the rules, snow would fall on Waring avenue
And we'd have Christmas in June, time enough to make up for what we've lost
I gotta stop listening 'cause I'm Going down
Gravity keep me on the ground
am I going back where it's or is this my future calling
'Cause I got my balance back but I think that I'm falling
I could be going home but there's no flights leaving here tonight
I'm giving into the skid, heading for Hollywood
©1993-1998 Box O' Beanies Music BMI. Reproduced By Permission.


ANOTHER DAY

It's been a year and you kissed me again
Living alone had become my friend
But your lips are so lovely, could we find an ark
I tore my dress, my soul, my passionate heart
I'd just like to go to sleep for a couple of years
And wake up while everything here is nice and clear
I could rest on my pillow and just let go
Then I tell myself to stay awake
'Cause it's just another day in heartache town
Don't you leave before your miracles could come around
It's only 24 hours in heartache town
I find myself waiting for your call
Six thousand miles shouldn't matter at all
'Cause if you were here I would still be hole
In this heart it's really taken its toll, yeah
Could we just go to sleep for a couple of years
I'd love to see you baby when your love is clear
I could rest on my pillow and just let go
Then I tell myself to stay awake
'Cause it's just another day in heartache town
Don't you leave before your miracles could come around
It's only 24 hours in heartache town
We could leave the light on
We could pull the shade down
It's just another day
It's just another day
Could we just go to sleep
I'd love to be with you baby when your love is clear
Come and rest on my pillow, yeah
Then I tell myself to stay awake
'Cause it's just another day, yeah
Now I'll leave before my miracles could come around
It's only 24 hours
It's only 24 hours
It's only 24 more hours in heartache town
We could leave the light on
We could pull the shade down, yeah
It's just another day
It's just another day
©1993-1998 Box O' Beanies Music BMI. Reproduced By Permission.


MY SISTER'S GARAGE

I'm sittin' in my sister's garage
With a bottle of beer and my Dad's guitar
There's not much to do here today
I guess that's why I feel so okay
I'd like to move in here someday
And get my stuff out of LA
But I need a little more money and a honey on the other side
'Cause I hear it rains a lot
And it's cold outside of my sister's garage
With my new friend and his entourage
We laugh and sing and talk till the cows come home
The rooster squawks and squawks
My sister hates the neighbor's bird
But it's the only sound that we've ever heard
And we're forgetting how to talk in my sister's garage
I'd like to stay here another week
'Cause my soul's just opening to freely speak
But I got a big cat down in Hollywood
And he's shedding so much in that heated room
While the cockroaches are dancing to their own tune
And girl staying at my place, she hasn't cleaned in three moons
I better leave my sister's garage
With my new freedom and my art collage
We pasted on my car to bring me good luck
But it hasn't brought me much yet, yeah
My sister's garage
With my new friends but their not coming
They must like it here something
Under the grey skies
©1993-1998 Box O' Beanies Music BMI. Reproduced By Permission.


THE SCARED SONG

So scared
So scared
Well I thought that she's a bit too pretty
So I cut her hair off when she passed out on my floor
She forgave me as she said she was sick of eyes all over her
Well then she thanked me as she headed away from my door
I see the lines in her face
But I can not tie my own shoelaces
Well maybe you could drive my car
'Cause that old Chevy never takes me far
Sometimes I feel so scared
Sometimes I get so scared
I want to run where the wild things are
But I find myself drunk in this bar
Well she's fine with me
And I hope she gets another quarter sometime
To tell me of her travels
And all the kind souls she left along the way
I see the lines in her face
But I can not tie my own shoelaces
Well maybe you could drive my car
'Cause that old Chevy never takes me far
Sometimes I feel so scared
Sometimes I get so scared
I want to run where the wild things are
But I find myself stuck in this jar
I sit there quiet, 'cause stuck is familiar and I can't wish my way out
Hopin' to crush her wanderlust, yeah, but I think it's contagious
I see the lines in her face
But I can not tie my own shoelaces
Well maybe you could drive my car
'Cause that old Chevy never takes me far
Sometimes I feel so scared
Sometimes I get so scared
I want to run where the wild things are
But I find myself stuck in this jar
Sometimes I feel so scared
Sometimes I get so scared
I want to run where the wild things are
But I find myself drunk in this bar
©1993-1998 Box O' Beanies Music BMI. Reproduced By Permission.


EASTER

He left on a fishing boat, and he never came back home
He promised his old lady, but she disconnected the phone
I wasn't waiting for anyone, I was waiting here for Myself
then he came to me, I ignored the ring, I'm sorry sister, I was lonely
I'm craving the comfort of the Father's arms
as we reach into our flesh to find comfort
but we bury it, 'cause it's too big for us
They said they'd be here when the world came down,
and the cross would rise, we'd leave the ground, 
so where's the day?
We're waiting patiently in our pain
Demons growing inside of her like a cancer,
and she drinks at the bar where I work, every night
I used to see the world from a spoiled girl point of view, I didn't like it
I want purity, give me serenity, oh empathy is killing me
I'm craving the comfort of the Father's arms
as we reach into our flesh to find comfort
but we bury it, 'cause it's too big for us
They said they'd be here when the world came down,
and the cross would rise, we'd leave the ground, 
so where's the day?
We're waiting patiently in our pain
He drowned in a river bed while my mama watched
Made me mad that I'm never gonna hear him sing,
I cried a bunch of tears, didn't make anyone feel better, least of all not me -
God knows that he better save me, 'cause I need
I'm craving the comfort of the Father's arms
as we reach into our flesh to find comfort
but we bury it, 'cause it's too big for us
©1993-1998 Box O' Beanies Music BMI. Reproduced By Permission.


SORROW HOUSE

A tricycle in the back room
An icicle in his heart
The lilac bushes decided to bloom
Against his dying art
The dishes go undone
In the once cheery yellow kitchen
don't you hate the smell of cardboard and the stillness of the night
Our home is in transition
In the sorrow house the time stands idle
You're choosing our future oh so still
In the sorrow house the time to turn back is now
well, Marty left me Cocoa Puffs for breakfast
But I dined on coffee and the phone
I was hoping that you still want to hear my voice
but you remind me why I shouldn't call
In the sorrow house the time stands idle
You're choosing our future oh so still
In the sorrow house the time to turn back is now
Honey can we turn the time back, I'll hide all the cloaks in the closet
And you can conveniently forget how we ever fought about it
I can be your innocent girl
And you can be my shiny answer
And we'll waltz into forever
yeah
Marty's floors are oh so clean
He's trying to erase the scene
Well I've been there before throwing fire on gasoline
I called him every name he taught me
In the sorrow house the time stands idle
You're choosing our future oh so still
In the sorrow house the time to turn back, in the sorrow house, yeah
In the sorrow house the time to turn back is now
No time to turn back in the sorrow house
No time to turn back in the sorrow house
No time to turn back in the sorrow house
©1993-1998 Box O' Beanies Music BMI. Reproduced By Permission.


1ST DAY IN JUNE 

On a rainy day in July, I start to question the sky
I remember impressions of loosing connections of loves lost

I lie in your arms and cry more like a daughter than your lover who keeps 

Scraping her knees on life's last possibilities 
without asking why
I remember walking in your room on the first day in June
I was hoping to see your cows jumping over the moon
Now I really don't know why love comes and goes
But if you show me where it's hiding you know I would follow
On a rainy day in July, we said goodbye, he went to meet his father he couldn't take the pain
Well he never could take the burning passion and sickness of lust
He would forget about us and important things
Like birthdays and Christmas, no family traditions of ceremony and grace
I remember walking in your room on the first day in June
I was hoping to see your cows jumping over the moon
Now I really don't know why love comes and goes
But if you show me where its hiding you know I would follow
Not feeling much of anything today
My sister called to say her second baby's on his way
Well I used to think I'd give up every dream I've ever had in my life
Just to be somebody's wife
Oh the struggle and pain just to pass on your name
Sounds very nice, very very nice, very nice right about now
I remember walking in your room on the first day in June
You were hoping to see me in Mom's wedding dress
Now I really don't know why love comes and goes
But if you show me where inside you know I would follow
I walk in your room
I was hoping to feel everything that I used to feel
Now I really don't know why love comes and goes
But if you show me where it's hiding you know I would follow

on a rainy day in June, cows jumping over the moon, I would follow you.
©1993-1998 Box O' Beanies Music BMI. Reproduced By Permission.


HOW'S TEXAS?

Well I'm feeling so much better now
I'm starting to smile a little more
But I still miss you in the afternoon
And I wonder how Texas is treating you
I went to see my mother last June
It was a hard visit that we got into
But I know you were hoping for me
I tried for forgiveness but it wasn't easy
At night I was crying myself to sleep
I remember how you told me to dig in deep
So I wrote you a letter that I never sent
'Cause I had to let go of my Texas friend
I just think I'll leave my stuff here
And head on out to that great big range
Where the grass is still green and love means something
And we find each other again
Well I thought I saw you just the other day
But it was just my silly head running away
I imagined myself in a white lace dress
Showed up on your doorstep
Showed up on your doorstep
So what if I did it
You always said you loved your women to be bold
What if I dared it, would you take me in?
'Cause Texas can get cold
Well I thought I was feeling stronger now
But I think I'm gonna move near my family
Well the past is behind us, it's true
And I wonder
I said I wonder...
You and me, baby, on that big, big range
You and me, baby, on that big, big range
I wonder how Texas is treating you
©1993-1998 Box O' Beanies Music BMI. Reproduced By Permission.


BEAUTIFUL

The wound gets smaller but it never heals
You think you can make it up by living right
But that's not the deal, retribution doesn't come
In a box of your choice, you can't buy someone's pain back
Do you dread the day when you're in a cafe
And they come to you, and tell everyone your truth
Would you want me there, I'll put some flowers in your hair
And tell you it's okay, it's just a bad day
Evil, where have you taken my love?
Well I still believe in his beauty
With eyes so innocent and a spirit so pure
Who taught him to hurt, hate and perpetrate
Do you dread the day when you're in a cafe
And they come to you, and tell everyone your truth
Would you want me there, I'll put my fingers through your hair
And tell you it's okay, it's just a bad day
He said, Oh yeah baby, well that was my pay
Oh but I wasn't raped, I desired domination
And I still enjoy myself, it's a lye when they say
That something bad can never really be good
Oh it's just evil offering you his great big chair
Well you can choose to sit, or you can learn to stand
But is a stand a stand when you created misery
With your beautiful hands
©1993-1998 Box O' Beanies Music BMI. Reproduced By Permission.


GINA WANTS

Gina wants to be a model
But she's too pretty for a magazine
Her mama said that it's alright
Oh she can be what she wants to be
But she hides herself in anger
She hides herself in hate
Just reach inside to find your endless why
Don't hide yourself for love
I buy my makeup from the corner store
I spend my money cause I wanna be more
I'm listening to the cruel media say
You cant be what you wanna be
When you hide yourself in anger
You hide yourself in hate
Just reach inside to find your endless why
Don't hide yourself for love
I hide myself in anger
Don't hide yourself in hate
Just reach inside to find your endless why
Don't hide yourself for love
Oh I hide myself for love
We all want to be somebody
Only would if I only could
But Mother Nature's come to take me home
To the green, beauty queen
Where a princess could be a queen
And I could be what I wanna be
Yeah I could be what I want to be
©1993-1998 Box O' Beanies Music BMI. Reproduced By Permission.


BETTER LANDSCAPES

I tried to take the last train
Somewhere, I don't know
Maybe I'll go north to Mona
To see the snow
I'd like to make up lost time
But they say don't go too far
So scared that I would leave me again
But I promise to come back
Just let me fly away to a better landscape
I'm climbing a tree to Kashmir
'Cause no place on earth could be colder than this
We'd escape in a cave with the man in a beard
Someone please get us out of here
And the mountains know all my secrets

And I pray that they'll stay silent

And I hate how they keep me from you

As the city makes us forget
That we could fly away to a better landscape
I'm climbing a tree to Kashmir
'Cause no place on earth could be colder than this
We'd escape in a cave with the man in a beard
Someone please, someone please get us out of here
Out of here, out of here...
I fall in his arms again
Like the desert needs the wind
I  fall in his arms again
'Cause I don't love nobody else
But it's not real
Fly us away to a better landscape
I'm climbing a tree to Kashmir
'Cause no place on earth could be colder than this
We'd escape, escape my dear
We'd escape, escape my dear to a better landscape
A better place
A better landscape
A better place

©1993-1998 Box O' Beanies Music BMI. Reproduced By Permission.