Chestnut Street

by Kendra McKinley

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Recorded independently to tape in UC Santa Cruz's Kresge Town Hall.
Mixed/Mastered at Gadget Box Studio (Santa Cruz, CA)

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released 18 December 2012

All music written and performed by Kendra McKinley (Except lyrics to Canyon Canon were written by Claire Williams).
Recorded by Alex Bice
Mixing and Mastering by Patrick Brede of Gadgetbox Studios
Album art by Emily Meehan

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Kendra McKinley California

Santa Cruz, Calif. singer/songwriter Kendra McKinley combines captivating vocal melodies with exotic chord progressions and intricate guitar-picking. She also specializes in creating refreshingly complex harmonies with a loop pedal, layering her extensive vocal range that can bring the rowdiest crowd to a standstill. ... more

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Track Name: Chestnut Street
I can hear the pitter-patter of the rain and I'm watching all the cars imitating shooting stars out my window.
Track Name: An Ode To John Hartford's"In Tall Buildings"
I stubbed my toe
skipping across the wet river rocks
and suddenly found myself
falling into the water.

Soaked to the bone,
I met the eyes of teachers in ties
saying, "there's no time for
falling. Time to move onward!"

They took me to school
tied back my hair and washed both my palms
then they closed all of the windows.

Forced me to sit
demonstrate my wit
and if I should quit,
the best I'd become is a failure.

It seems that the grass gets greener,
just before the winter
then all that you have to see,
to think, to hold, to eat to breathe,
is a memory of the warmth before the freeze.

They gave me a book
and forced me to look at the words on the page
they said that's where I'd find the answers.

Then after I'd read
they poked at my head 'til I finally said,
"I'd rather go back to the water."
Track Name: Breadcrumbs
I took the dirt road
it's the long way home
guided by a shadow
I borrowed feathers from a mourning dove
and made you a headdress out of my love.

While painting with laughter
I learned your name
and counted the freckles on your frame,
A constellation of innocence
permission for our love affair to commence.

Baby bird
listen how you stumble on your words
I know your beak is hungry but your appetite
won’t be satiated by a familiar bite
You’re fogging up the windows of your own mind
What are you trying to find?

Who could predict such stormy pain
without the aid of a weather vain
collect your rain drops, preserve your dew
and i will leave a trail of breadcrumbs for you.

You seem frail
gathering the bread crumbs from the trail
Dwelling in shade
even in the sun’s golden arcade
And though you salute winter
and wish her well
I know you’re caught in autumn’s spell.
Track Name: Convince Me That I'm Not Just Wasting My Time
I could waste
all my days
waiting for
your warm embrace

and count the ways
that I love your face
and hope that all your wronging
was really longing in disguise

That way I'd know
that you love me so
you just didn't have
the words to say it.

Oh honey pie, won't you please
spare, please, just one kiss for me?
That way I'd know that I wasn't just wasting my time.

I can see in your eyes all the yearning
of a tender and timid heart that is burning.
Well, no one said that loving comes easily,
but I will keep on trying until the moment that you see...

Oh, darling please,
put my heart at ease.
I'm so tired of spending all these nights feeling lonely.

My love for you won't subside,
but baby you're hurting my pride.
Convince me that I'm not just wasting my time.
I'd like to know that I'm not just wasting my time.
So convince me that I'm not just wasting my time.
Track Name: Almond Eyes
Almond eyes
so dark and wise
tell me, where will you sleep tonight?

On a hill?
By a well?
In the daffodils where Autumn fell?

Almond eyes
hold fireflies
and blink away the cold November skies

If I kiss your eyes goodnight,
would you leave a light on for me?

Almond eyes,
Almond eyes,
tell me,
where will you sleep tonight?

On a hill?
By a well?
In the daffodils where Autumn fell?

If I kiss your eyes goodnight,
would you leave a light on for me?
Track Name: Non Preoccuparti
Non preoccuparti, tu sei

Ti direi che io sto bene,
e mi risponderei con lo stesso,
ma nelle tue mani ci son dei segreti che rifiuti a rivelar.
Stiamo facendo finte d'essere ben.

Guardo la neve che cade,
delicatamente dal cielo.
E mentre ch'attera sul tetto aspetto il sole che scogliera'
E poi, e poi, non sissa'.

Ti prometto di fare la brava,
ma fino ad allora ti mando un sorriso sul vento.
Si sta arrivando il momento in cui riusciremo vederci ancor,
ma per ora, dormiro'
Track Name: Canyon Canon
Flipped a canyon upside down and all I got was a dripping mountain
Track Name: Ivory Town
Who could desire privacy
couchant on the sands of the Adriatic Sea?
Where the girls wear their tans like golden crowns
and frown upon the clouds that wave to the Ivory Town.

I don't want to know your sunny skies.
Take me home to the glow in his stormy eyes.

Passing by a castle in the evening air
watching all the people in their shops selling their wares.
Plates of bright colors, jars of jam,
but I long for the eyes that remind me who I am.

Counting the days like counting grains of sand.
Waiting for the hour when my hand would meet your hand.

They cannot find me they think I'm asleep,
But there beyond the shore I'm in the turquoise deep.
Wearing the seawater like a salty gown,
writing my farewell to the Ivory Town.

Counting the days like counting grains of sand.
Waiting for the hour when my hand would meet your hand.