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LOVE’S ROAD

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Karen Chisholm fuses sultry silk with raw grit. From rhythmic rock and addictive pop to dark, sensual blues and soaring ballads, and sweet little ditties, she blurs genres as easily as she blends textures. Combining haunting, cinematic melodies, direct lyrics and an engaging voice — which draws comparisons from Sheryl Crow and Feist to Janis Joplin and Regina Spektor — she creates a powerful sound that lures new listeners daily.

Her third release and first rock album, Love’s Road (October 2, 2015), Chisholm confronts betrayal, champions freedom and finds deliverance — though she steps through fire to get there.

Love’s Road,” she says, “is the wind whipping my hair while I’m tapping the wheel and just getting the hell out of town as fast as I can.”

The album was helmed by longtime Seal drummer Ramy Antoun, whose credits include the Black Eyed Peas, Paul Oakenfold, former Live frontman Ed Kowalczyk and Pat Benatar; his work also has been heard in TV shows and films including Matchstick Men, Crazy Beautiful and The OC.

Chisholm’s accompanists include Shawn Pelton (Saturday Night Live house band), Sergio Andrade (Lifehouse), Brian Batch & Dave Wiley (Alpha Rev), guitarist Jacob Hildebrand (Miranda Lambert, Deadman) former Austin Opera violist Orhan Çelebi, cellist/composer Mark Ford, Clayton Corn (Pat Green, Jack Ingram) on Keys, and Michael Ray on horns.

Of her new work, she says, “My favorite track, ‘Seventeen’ was inspired by young love and my hell-raising, racecar-driving teenage daddy raising three kids on my mama’s back. Ramy really captured the ’60s racing vibe I was looking for, and my performance felt inspired. I almost think someone snuck Sheryl Crow into the studio without introducing us. It gives me goose bumps.”

ALBUM CREDITS

EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: Special thanks to our financial backers: Roberto & Marilia, Jim Baker, Deb Hedges, Jeff O’Bryan, Jim Baker, Rex & Velma Melton and Kristy Young.
COMPOSER: All songs written & performed by Karen Chisholm (BMI) © 2015 Karen Chisholm (BMI)
PRODUCER: All songs produced by Ramy Antoun except: Atlantis produced by Colin McDonald, Living Dust produced by Dave Wiley, Vapor produced by Mark Ford, Perfect World & Baby Can I Keep You produced by Billy Masters. All rights reserved Unauthorized duplication is not cool.
GRAPHIC DESIGN: Pixie Grit Studios PHOTOS: Rodney Bursiel

EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: Special thanks to our financial backers: Roberto & Marilia, Jim Baker, Deb Hedges, Jeff O’Bryan, Jim Baker, Rex & Velma Melton and Kristy Young.

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Lyrics

COLD SOUL
©2015 Karen Chisholm (BMI)
She’s a cold soul / Don’t you turn your back
She’s a cold soul / Her heart is pitch black

She’ll point her finger get into your head
She won’t stop ‘til you’re almost dead
Twist the truth get you so confused
She’ll drive you crazy while she plays her ruse
Barracuda in a high-heeled shoe
You can bet she’s keeping her eye on you

She’s a cold soul / Don’t you turn your back
She’s a cold soul / Her heart is pitch black

Dream taker and a scheme maker
She’s cold and calculating and real good at taking
She’s careful choosing the words she plans on using when she sets you up to take you down
You stand up but it’s no use ‘cause she knows how to play the victim too
She’ll cry to your friends who try to make amends before you know it she’s fooled them too

She’s a cold soul oh / She’s a cold soul oh /She’s a cold soul oh / Don’t look back

Do do do do do do / Do do do do do do

She’s a cold soul oh / She’s a cold soul oh / She’s a cold soul oh

Don’t look back / Her heart is pitch black
Snake in the grass / Pain in the

SEVENTEEN
©2013 Karen Chisholm (BMI)

Rex he was a racer driver / Velma she loved a fast machine
Rex he liked to get his hands dirty /Velma she tried to get them clean

Baby in the back and two on the way
Pushin’ toast at Holiday Inn tryin’ to make it pay
Velma she loved the smell of gasoline
Rex he loved the smell of Seventeen
He loved the smell of Seventeen

French fries and Kool-Aid with regret on the side
Velma tried to nap while the three babies cried
Rex he got a job, forgot the racing scene
But Rex still raised some hell
‘Cause Rex he still craved the smell

Baby in the back and two on the way
Pushin’ toast at Holiday Inn trying to make it pay
Velma she loved the smell of gasoline
Rex he loved the smell, yeah
Rex he loved the smell of Seventeen
He loved the smell of Seventeen

Naughahyde and dirty oil, sweat and beer
Rubber burnin’, pistons turnin’, gears and fears

Baby in the back and two on the way
Pushin’ toast at Holiday Inn tryin’ to make it pay
Velma she loved the smell of gasoline
Rex he sure raised some hell

Baby in the back and two on the way
Pushin’ toast at Holiday Inn tryin’ to make it pay
Velma she loved the smell of gasoline
Rex he sure raised some hell ’cause
Rex he sure loved the smell of Seventeen
He loved the smell of Seventeen
He was only Seventeen

LOVE’S ROAD
©2013 Karen Chisholm (BMI)

There’s an unfamiliar light cutting through my window
Dancing in the dust, stirring up discontent in my soul

Damn these perceptions! Which way did love go?
Why don’t we follow, follow Love’s Road?

There’s pain in every turn down Apathy Row.
Make your own decisions? Ha! You just do what you’re told.

Damn these traditions, which way did freedom go?
Damn these traditions, which way did freedom go?

Why don’t we follow Freedom’s Road?
Why don’t we follow Freedom’s Road?

There’s an unfamiliar song playing on the radio.
Wind is whipping my hair, I’m tapping the wheel, Just driving north.

Damn your good intentions, which way did our love go?
Damn your good intentions, which way did our love go?
Yeah, Damn your good intentions, tell me, which way did our love go?

I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned, I’m gonna follow Love’s Road
I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned, I’m gonna follow Love’s Road
I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned, I’m gonna follow Love’s Road, ha!

HIDE
©2013 Karen Chisholm (BMI)

You take the long way home
You read all the labels on the shelf
You drink when no one will know
You show when no one’s left

You can’t run far enough to lose yourself
You can’t climb high enough to free yourself
You can’t lie enough to fool yourself

Yet you try, you try to hide yourself

You chase a wind full of demons
You can label these feelings
You can’t bluff these cards fate is dealing
You can’t find a deeper meaning

You can’t run far enough to lose yourself
You can’t climb high enough to free yourself
You can’t lie enough to fool yourself 

Yet you try, you try to hide yourself

Turn and fight Don’t run tonight
Cause even if you die

You can’t hide, you can’t hide from yourself

NO WHERE ARIZONA
©Karen Chisholm (BMI)

Been too many years since I’ve seen your face and not a day’s gone by when I didn’t cry.
I gave you everything I had to give but you baby bled me dry.

Wandering ’round in this wilderness walked as far as I could.
Now I’ve reached the end of the line and baby it feels so good.

So now it’s raining in no where Arizona
It’s raining in no where Arizona
It’s raining in no where Arizona
It’s raining my heart, my heart is dry, dry, dry
My heart is dry, dry, dry

You didn’t know who you had I didn’t know who I was and now we both do.
You had your chance with me baby and now look who’s the fool. Flipping through the trick of the day how’s it feel to have the trick turned on you? You had ’em thinking it was all me but now they know it was all you.

So now it’s raining in no where Arizona
It’s raining in no where Arizona
It’s raining in no where Arizona
It’s raining my heart, my heart is dry, dry, dry
My heart is dry, dry, dry

No more crying, no more dying, no more trying I’m through
No more crying, no more dying, no more lying I’m through

So now it’s raining in No Where Arizona
It’s raining in no where arizona
It’s raining in no where arizona
It’s raining . . . my heart is . . . my heart is . . . my heart is dry

GREAT TAKE DOWN
©Karen Chisholm (BMI)

Take off your facade. Take off your pretty face and tell me the truth. Why don’t you tell me the truth? Take your time while you justify taking the pieces of my life. You tear it apart. You tear it apart in your great take down, your great take down. You take me down but I don’t have to stay. Though you can’t see it any other way and I don’t follow the crowd and I don’t have to follow you now in your great take down, your great take down. Take your time but don’t waste mine. You take your crimes you hide them under my rug. You hide them under my rug. Take a picture of the truth. Put it in a frame too big for you. The world’s too big for you. In your great take down. Your great take down. You take me down but I don’t have to stay. Though you can’t see it any other way and I don’t follow the crowd and I don’t have to follow you now. You take me down but I don’t have to stay. Though you can’t see it any other way. I don’t follow the crowd and I don’t have to follow you now. Take your hate and the way you frustrate. Shake the dust, shake the dust and watch your great take down, your great take down, your great take down. I won’t take delight in your demise but I won’t say it was a surprise. It’s no surprise. Time for me to fly from your great take down, your great take down, your great take down.


ALBUM ART

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