Make It Better

by Jeremy Lyons

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released August 1, 2016

Musicians:
Jeremy Lyons: guitars, vocals, five-string banjo, jaw harp, keyboards and percussion
Dinty Child (1,2,6,7): field organ, accordion, mandolin, mando-cello, fiddle
Jerome Deupree: drums (1,3,4,10)
Zack Hickman: upright bass (1,3,6,7)
William D. Lucey: bass guitar (2,4), harmony vocals, samples, percussion, keyboards (1,2,4,6,11)
Robbie Phillips: one-string upright “Wombat” bass (8,9), electric bass diddley bow (10)
Special guest Eilen Jewell: vocals on 7

Recorded and engineered by Dan Cardinal and Andrew Mazzone at Hi N Dry/Mark Sandman Music Project (Somerville, MA); by William D. Lucey at Milk Row Cemetery (Cambridge, MA); and by Steve Friedman at Melville Park Studios (Hyde Park, MA).

Mixed by Mark Bingham and mastered by John Fischbach at Piety Street Recording, New Orleans.

Photography by Mark Ostow. Design by JL, David Foote and Eli Epstein. Letter press printing by Union Press, Somerville.

Eilen Jewell appears courtesy of Signature Sounds Recordings.

Thanks to all of the above, plus Laura, Dana, and my family.

1. I Don’t Mind the Rain
2. Do You Ever (Lehman)
3. Know
4. Clouds On Her Face
5. When I’m Feeling Better
6. Not Drag Me Down
7. Make It Better (Schatz) with Eilen Jewell
8. Lazy Susan
9. Long Lunch
10. Special Rider (James)
11. Three Score and Ten (Strichartz)

All songs written by Jeremy Lyons © and p 2013 Five Eighths Music/BMI except for: “Do You Ever” © by Dave Lehman; “Make It Better” © Greg Schatz p. Gregage/ASCAP; “Three Score and Ten” © by Jeremy Strichartz; “Special Rider” by Skip James, Wynwood Music Company/BMI.

Produced by Jeremy Lyons and William D. Lucey

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Track Name: I Don't Mind the Rain
I Don’t Mind the Rain
(by Jeremy Lyons)

I don’t mind, the rain when it falls
I don’t mind the wind when it blows
I can take the heat
I can stand the cold
They don’t bother me.
If I had to make up my mind
Of any place that I would reside,
I’d just look around
To where you could be found
That’s where I’d be.

When I have a low down, worried mind
And it seems that l just can’t get by
I could be ok
If I could get away
Where I could find some peace.
There’s a place that I left behind
And even though it still makes me cry
If you want to know
That is where I go
When I let myself dream.

I miss the smell of warm, jasmine nights
I miss the sound of those street parades
Miss the evening light
Miss the easy feel
Miss the Southern tastes.
Some may think that I just don’t care
‘Cause I had to go far sway from there
But the would be wrong
I will go back home some sweet day.
Track Name: Do You Ever
Do You Ever
(by Dave Lehman)

Do you ever think about me?
Woah, do you ever
Woah, do you ever
Woah, do you ever think about me
like I think about you?
Oh, do you?

Do you ever call my name?
Woah…
Do you ever call my name
like I call out your name,
Just the same?

Do you ever scheme about me?
Woah…
Do ever scheme about me, babe,
like I dream and a’scheme
About you?
Track Name: Know
Know
(by Jeremy Lyons)

Know I ain’t got nothing for you, baby
You know I ain’t got no kind of wealth
You know I ain’t got nothin’ for nobody
But I can’t live with nobody else.

You know that I ain’t never met nobody
Makes me feel so much like myself
You know I don’t want no other woman
‘Cause I can’t live with nobody else.

I know that I ain’t never gonna have you
I know I can’t live by myself
If I can’t have you life just ain’t worth living
Cause I can’t live with nobody else
No, I can’t live with nobody else
No,I can’t live with nobody else.
Track Name: Clouds On Her Face
Clouds on Her Face

I met a girl in New Orleans, in ‘92
Long time ‘fore my young days were through
But when I was broken and torn and my life had fell down on me
After a trip to where I did not want to be
I found a friend, a smile and a hand to say
“Let’s walk round the park a few times; it’ll be ok.”
And I made her coffee; she watched me just breathe
Trying to smother the anger, but I could not see

Those clouds on her face when he’d call
I didn’t notice just how it appalled her
To think of the life she could’ve had
If that son-of-a-bitch weren’t her children’s dad

When she met him, she was so young
He used to call to her, she’d always come
Swept off her feet, though he was too old for her
She had a plan, but she put it on hold
When the baby was coming – what a great big adventure
It started out well, but it slowly got tenser
His bad moods got bigger; she’d pick up the slack for him
She tried to leave him, but always went back to him
With three kids in tow, and still many admirers
She had to strangle her hopes and desires

And there’s a cloud on her face when he calls
The sunshine erased; it appalls me
To think of the life she could have had
If that son-of-a-bitch weren’t her children’s dad

It was just like my soul’d been denied me
I was in hole; she jumped in beside me
Said she’s been there before and she knew how to climb on out
I was not sure just what she was all about
But I grabbed her hand; she pulled me to sanity
Kicking and screaming every profanity
Digging through mold, black mud and dirt and shit
Reclaimed the past in spite of the hurt of it
We peeled apart pictures, my past in photography
All stuck together like this swollen geography

And there’s a cloud on her face when he calls
He don’t give her no space it appalls her
To think of the life she could have had
If that son-of-a-bitch weren’t her children’s dad

Now he calls to her; she doesn’t come
He shouts like she’s stupid or dumb
She's had enough of his crap and his crowin'
He got too rough, and now she is goin'
And it's much too late for him trying to win her back
She found a place; the kids' stuff is already packed
And I make her coffee, and grilled cheese for her children
She's got two jobs and the four of them fit in
A little apartment that's lacking in anger
And lacking in meanness, and lacking in danger

There’s still clouds on her face when he calls
Never lacking in grace, she just stalls him
And plans for a life that she will have
In spite of the fact that he’s her children’s dad.
Track Name: When I'm Feeling Better
When I’m feeling better

When I’m feeling better
I’m gonna clean up this old place
I’ll put everything in order
Scrap the junk and all the waste
When I get back on my feet
Gonna start a new routine
I’ll work and be productive
Like a well oiled machine, oh yeah.

When I’m feeling better
I will be more organized
I’ll get myself some good gigs
And spend lots of time outside
When I’m back up on my feet
I’ll learn to play a thousand tunes
I will read a thousand good books
And study planets, stars, and moons, oh, yeah.

When I’m feeling better
I never will complain
About him or her or so-and-so
And all my aches and pains
When I get back on my feet
I will learn an honest trade
I will master works of wood and earth
And I‘ll never be afraid, oh no.

When I’m feeling better
I’ll finally write that book
I’ll go hitching ‘cross the country
And fishing with a hook
When I get back on my feet
I will leave this old coal mine
I‘ll get a cabin in the woods
Where the air is clean and fine, oh yeah.

When I’m feeling better
To Carnival I’m bound
I’ll headline at the MOMS Ball
And tear the roof on down
When I get back on my feet
To New Orleans I will go
I’ll say goodbye to Boston town
Where no one says “hello.”

When I’m feeling better
I am going to get fit
Maybe I’ll try yoga
Tai Chi, and all that sh…stuff
When I get back up on my feet
I’ll treat my body as a friend
I’ll take good care of myself
And I’ll never drink again, oh no.

When I’m feeling better
I will act in some great play
I’ll become a famous movie star
And then throw it all away
When I get back up on my feet
I’ll go back to my hometown
Make everybody love me
From the mayor straight on down

When I’m feeling better
I will be a different man
I’ll go into politics
I will take a stand.
When I get back up on my feet
I’ll read up on history
I‘ll lead the workers of the world
So that everyone is free

When I’m feeling better
I will travel round the world
I’ll learn seven different languages
And go with several different girls
When I get back up on my feet
I will say what’s on my mind
I’ll tell all the world to screw themselves
But I’ll never be unkind, oh no.

When I’m feeling better
I will know what life is worth
I will cherish every morning
That I’m still on this earth
When I get back up on my feet
I’ll go walking every day
Try to make this world a better place
In some small kind of way.
Track Name: Not Drag Me Down
Not Drag Me Down

Well, sometimes I think I should hit that lonesome road,
And hitch my way out of town
‘Cause there’s trouble in my head
But all that being said,
I ain’t gonna let it drag me down.
Not drag me down
Not drag me down
No you know that I won’t let it drag me down.

Well, sometimes I think I should give up this whole life
When no one seems to care if I’m around
An old man before my years, with a pocket full of tears,
But I ain’t gonna let it drag me down
Not drag me down
Not drag me down
Oh, you know that I won’t let it drag me down.

A slow boy got no place in this fancy kind of race
I speak but they don’t hear me make a sound
But still waters, they run deep, and talk is always cheap
So I ain’t gonna let it drag me down
Not drag me down
Not drag me down
Oh, you know that I won’t let it drag me down.
Track Name: Make It Better
Make It Better (Greg Schatz)

I was down
I was so far down
Then you came, and made it better

I was lost
I was so lost
Then you came and made it better

Now you’re gone
I need a friend
Won’t you please?
Come back again?

I was wrong
I was so wrong
Please come back
And I’ll make it better
Track Name: Lazy Susan
Lazy Susan

Someone should be usin’
This old lazy Susan
And a friend of mine will want this coffee mug.
I prob’ly won’t read it,
But my bookcase, it might need it
And I’ll have to pass on that old dirty rug.
Oh, I’ve got a need for to look in every box
Someone has left for me to find
Her trash is pleasure
It’s I might not treasure
But at least the price won’t pray upon my mind.

Oh. I’ve got an itchin’
To find something for my kitchen
Something just been put out ‘cause it’s old
And I’m a-gonna
Peek and peer round every corner
In my search for little, kitschy pots of gold
End of month is here
And it’s that time of year
People moving in and moving out
Just think what I’d be making
If I could pay for all I’m taking
Man, would I be loaded
There’s no doubt.

I found record albums, plates and tools;
Ashtrays, glasses, tables, stools;
Boxes, light bulbs, lamps and lampshades, too;
Magnets, markers, pastels, paste;
Wood that would just go to waste;
And gizmos that I don’t know what they do;
Stereos and VCRs, wooden trains and plastic cars;
Books and binders; wound-up balls of string,
Photographs and furniture;
Look long enough and you’ll be sure
To find a bit of almost anything.
If I had a buck
For every piece of trash I’ve stuck
In some corner of my home to ever be
Still I wouldn’t have as many
As the nickels, dimes and pennies
That I saved on stuff I found somewhere for free.

A packrat like myself
May have junk on every shelf
But that doesn’t stop him looking for some more
When folks put out the trash
I’ll be saving lots of cash
On stuff I’d otherwise buy at the store
Let it not be forgotten
I don’t take anything that’s rotten
And mold to me strictly is taboo
I ain’t no dumpster diver
Nor a squat- or street-survivor
I’m just not opposed to objects that ain’t new.
Track Name: Long Lunch
Long Lunch

You’re stuck behind your desk
You know what you would like next.
There nothin’ wrong,
but you still see to be depressed
You are distracted, can’t concentrate
Thinking of the reason you should have come in late

So take a long lunch
Go meet a friend
You know that if you do it you’ll feel better once again
It ain’t romantic
But it’ll set you straight
Take it ‘cause there’s too much on your plate.

You’ve been workin’ like a dog
Boss got you juinpin’ like a frog
Midday comes around and you are mired in a bog
Of apprehension
Anxiety
A lot of extra tension
Of which you could be free

If you take a long lunch
Go meet a friend
You know that if you do it
You’ll feel better once again
It ain’t romantic
But it’s common sense
And you know it ain’t no capitol offense

Lunch it can be messy
Lunch it can be neat
Lunch it can be dressy
Lunch can be discreet
If you lunch with your friend
You both can get you some
But if you try and rush it
Everybody may not come
So take a long lunch.

We are not machines
We are animals indeed
Sometimes we must succumb
To a biological need
We all work better
When we’re relaxed
So take a little extra time
To empty your lunch sack

And take a long lunch
Go meet your friend
You know that if you do it
You’ll feel better in the end
Could be romantic
And really fun
Take a lunch and then get all your work done
Take it even when you’re on the run
And I’ve a hunch you’ll have some sticky buns.
Track Name: Three Score and Ten
Three Score and Ten (Jeremy Strichartz)

If I should fall down dying
Before my time should come
I thought I was a falling star
Not a setting sun

And if I should fall down dying
Before my time should come
There’s just one thing I’ll ask of you
Finish the work I’ve done

“Three score and ten,” said the Lord
“These are the days of men,” said the Lord
“Three score and ten,” said the Lord.

I went on to the city
My fortune for to find
I thought I’d drown my troubles In bottles full of wine
Oh, I went on to the city
My fortune for to find
I heard a voice a’callin’
Put worries on my mind