Sixpence None the Richer

Released November 1997 by Squint Entertainment
Second version featuring three Bob Clearmountain mixes shipped to general market February 1998

Sixpence None The Richer is:

  • Leigh Bingham: voice
  • Matt Slocum: guitar, cello
  • Dale Baker: drums

Executive Producer: Steve Taylor; engineered and mixed by Russ Long except tracks 4, 9, 11 mixed by Bob Clearmountain, track 13 mixed by Tom Lord-Alge; string arrangements by Matt Slocum; additional engineering by Andreas Krause, Tony Palacios, and John Mark Painter; second engineering by Chris Granger and Ryan Freeland; recorded at The White House; additional recording and mixing at The Carport; additional mixing at Mix This!; strings recorded at Chelsea Recording Studio; mastered by Bob Ludwig at Gateway Mastering.

Song list:

Song Trilogy #1 [songs 1-3]: Exploring the Crisis
1. We Have Forgotten (5:07)
2. Anything (4:44)
3. The Waiting Room (5:13)
4. Kiss Me (3:27)
5. Easy to Ignore (3:51)*
6. Puedo Escribir (3:44)*
7. I Can't Catch You (4:10)
8. The Lines of My Earth (4:25)
Song Trilogy #2 [songs 9-11]: Exploring the Solution
9. Sister, Mother (3:05)
10. I Won't Stay Long (2:15)
11. Love (3:55)
12. Moving On (3:51)
13. There She Goes (2:42) **
ALL SONGS ©1997 LE TIGRE SUR UN BALLON PUBLISHING (ASCAP)/SQUINT SONGS (ASCAP) EXCEPT TRACK 3 - ©1997 LE TIGRE SUR UN BALLON PUBLISHING (ASCAP)/SHIRLEYBEANS MUSIC (SESAC)/SQUINT SONGS (ASCAP); TRACK 5 - ©1997 WOMANHOLLERING (SESAC)/SQUINT MUSIC (SESAC); TRACK 6 - ©1997 LE TIGRE SUR UN BALLON PUBLISHING (ASCAP)/833 SONGS (SESAC)/PLASENCIO MUSIC (SESAC)/SQUINT SONGS (ASCAP); TRACK 10 - ©1997 COSTUME PARTY PUBLISHING/RIVER OAKS MUSIC COMPANY(BMI); TRACK 12 - ©1997 LE TIGRE SUR UN BALLON PUBLISHING (ASCAP)/SHIRLEYBEANS MUSIC (SESAC)/SQUINT SONGS (ASCAP); TRACK 13 - PUBLISHED BY GO! DISCS MUSIC LTD (PRS).

* Limited edition 12" vinyl release includes the previously unreleased track "SAD BUT TRUE" in place of "EASY TO IGNORE" and "PUEDO ESCRIBIR."

** Included on all CDs/cassettes printed after May 1999


WE HAVE FORGOTTEN
Words and music by Matt Slocum
Additional musicians: J.J. Plasencio (bass), Peter Hyrka (violin)

Dreams, inconsistent angel things.
Horses bred with star-laced wings.
But it's so hard to make them fly, fly, fly.
These wings beat the night sky 'bove the town.
One goes up and one goes down.
And so the chariot hits the ground, bound, bound.

We have forgotten (don't try to make me fly)
How it used to be (I'll stay here, I'll be fine).
How it used to be (don't go and let me down)
How it used to be (I'm starting to like this town).

When wings beat the night sky 'bove the ground,
Will I unwillingly shoot them down
With all my petty fears and doubts, down, down?

We have forgotten (am I in love with this?)
How it used to be (my constant broken ship)
How it used to be (don't go, I'll shoot you down),
How it used to be (I'm starting to like this town).

Matt: I was reading a book by Peter Kreeft in which he was quoting Plato's picture of a chariot driven by horses with broken wings, an image showing man's deep desire to reach the heavens, but being forbidden by his mortality. And I thought: isn't that like our dreams? aren't they constantly trying to fly unsuccessfully? And after a while, when our dreams have tried to fly and have fallen down so many times, we almost want them not to fly, because the pain is so great from watching them fall that we'd rather just have them stay on the ground. In other words, we fall in love with our problems. They become the norm for us, and happiness the abnormality. We forget how it is supposed to be: we were made for perfection. There is that remembrance in us from Adam and Eve in the garden. They knew perfection once and one day we will know it again. We must live in this hope.


ANYTHING
Words and music by Matt Slocum
Additional musicians: J.J. Plasencio (bass), Antoine Silverman (1st violin), David Davidson (2nd violin), Kris Wilkinson (viola), Phil Madeira (B-3), John Mark Painter (mellotron)

This is my forty-fifth depressing tune.
They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb.
And when I give birth to the child I must take to flight,
'Cause the black in our pocket won't let us fight a proper fight.
So hey baby, can you shed some light on the problem maybe?
'Cause we're all tired and we'd like to know
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show.
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign.
But anything would be fine.
We're all told to dance but we never picked the tune.
Hanging like puppets they feed us from bent steel spoons.
But we're sealing our lips for the someday when the needle and the vinyl play
All the songs of the pain, songs that explain all our circles and strains.
So hey baby, can you shed some light on the problem maybe?
'Cause we're all crying and we'd like to know
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show.
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign.
But anything would be fine.
We're all dying and we'd like to know
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show.
"Yes, we should like to see you pack your tents, shut down your show."
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign
But anything would be fine. Oh, anything would be fine.

Matt: I think there is a point when our problems sap so much life from us that we have no more perseverance to fight the constant temptation to just give up. And in these times why do we find God strangely absent? Perhaps He wishes us to seek Him intently, to long for a sign. And like the Israelites in the desert we wait. This song is a type of prayer for that sign, and a long sigh for anything that might show the way.


THE WAITING ROOM
Words by Matt Slocum; music by Matt Slocum, Chris Donohue
Additional musicians: J.J. Plasencio (bass), Antoine Silverman (1st violin), David Davidson (2nd violin), Kris Wilkinson (viola), Matt Slocum (wah wurlitzer), John Mark Painter (bells)

Fight 'til your fists bleed, baby.
Beat the fate-walls enclosing you, maybe
God will unlock the cage of learning for you.
Fight 'til your fists bleed, baby.
Kick and scream at the wicked things, maybe
God will unlock the door you need to walk through.
When will it happen, baby?
It could be near, but then maybe it could be far.

Here we are in the waiting room of the world.
We will wait until you call our name out loud,
In the waiting room of the world.
We will wait until you call our name out loud.

And the battle will never end well.
You can't marry our heaven to your hell.
We, Prolific, and you, the Devourer, need to see
Some things are sacred, baby.
Why have you gone and trampled them lately?
I guess it's just all a part of your way.
You should be ashamed.
I'm getting tired of fighting.
I guess I should ask, "Do I go quietly down?
Do I kick, do I scream when I'm bound?
Are you coming to open the door? Are you near?
Are you near? Is it far?"

Here we are in the waiting room of the world.
We will wait until you call our name out loud,
In the waiting room of the world.
We will wait until you call our name out loud.

Matt: This song is sort of a lashing out against the powers that had put our artistic endeavours on hold. The feeling of stagnation and waiting was like being in a cell, a type of waiting room with no escape. References to the Prolific and the Devourer are from a W.H. Auden book of poetry which explores the war between art and commerce.


KISS ME
Words and music by Matt Slocum
Additional musicians: J.J. Plasencio (bass), John Mark Painter (accordian), Phil Madeira (B-3)

Kiss me out of the bearded barley.
Nightly, beside the green, green grass.
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step.
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.

Kiss me down by the broken tree house.
Swing me upon its hanging tire.
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.

Matt: A painting of two people in love soliciting kisses in the forest under the moonlight...


EASY TO IGNORE
Words and music by Leigh Nash
Additional musicians: J.J. Plasencio (bass), Antoine Silverman (violin), Al Perkins (pedal steel), John Mark Painter (buhl-buhl)

You and the moon are a beautiful sight to me.
The stars in your eyes make it really hard to see you.
A night in the sun is all I really want.
You and me with the best of both for once.

Night breaks. My heart could not ache anymore.
Am I that easy to ignore?

You let your song blow right through me.
Your mighty intellect makes you mighty hard to see.
Will there come a time for me to be more to you, more to me?

Night breaks. My heart could not ache anymore.
Am I that easy to ignore?

Leigh: I wrote "Easy to Ignore" with a heavy heart. It's about a relationship that is sometimes very painful and taxing for me.


PUEDO ESCRIBIR
Words by Pablo Neruda; music by Matt Slocum, Dale Baker, J.J. Plasencio
Additional musicians: J.J. Plasencio (bass), Antoine Silverman (1st violin), David Davidson (2nd violin), Kris Wilkinson (viola)

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo
(The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
The night wind revolves in the sky.)

Oir la noche inmensa, mas inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocĂ­o.
(To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.)

Tonight I can write the saddest lines,
The saddest lines about her.

Matt: A small section of the Pablo Neruda poem, "Tonight I Can Write..." set to music. A reminiscence of lost love that can be no more.


I CAN'T CATCH YOU
Words and music by Matt Slocum
Additional musicians: J.J. Plasencio (bass), John Mark Painter (oud)

I guess you could say I'm a little afraid
What if you go away? I've seen it before,
I've been here before.
If I have to love myself, tell me how to love myself.
What's there to love about myself?
I just wan't to see that as a person you want me.
But I'm feeling the pain of all these bags in the way,
And I'm thinking you're just gonna run away,
And I can't catch you.

I guess I would say that I want you to stay
'Cause you have this strange knack,
Adds a glow to my black as you chase it all away.
And I hope that you can see I will someday leave these things.
I am waiting to be free.
But I'm feeling the pain of all these bags in the way,
And I'm thinking you're just gonna run away,
And I can't catch you.
Oh, I want to catch you.

Matt: A lament over emotional baggage that always seems to be heaviest when entering into a new relationship.


LINES OF MY EARTH
Words and music by Matt Slocum
Additional musicians: J.J. Plasencio (upright bass), Tom Howard (piano), Al Perkins (pedal steel), John Mark Painter (muted trumpet, hurdy gurdy)

The lines of my earth, so brittle, unfertile, and ready to die.
I need a drink, but the well has run dry.
And we in the habit of saying the same things all over again,
For the money we shall make.

This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise.
And it's because I just don't feel it.
This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise.
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore.

It should be our time. This fertile youth's black soil is ready for rain.
The harvest is nigh, but the well has gone dry.
And they in the habit of saying the same things all over again,
about the money we shall make.

This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise.
And it's because I just don't feel it.
This is the last song that I write
'Til you tell me otherwise.
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore.

Matt: This is a song comparing a dry soul to the dryness of barren farmland. No fruit will come from my earth until the rain falls and it can drink itself back to richness and fertility.


SISTER, MOTHER
Words and music by Matt Slocum
Additional musicians: J.J. Plasencio (bass), Phil Madeira (B-3)

My life is plagued
By mistakes, broken love, slaps in the face.
But I'm trying to care, to dare to embrace your face.

Hug him like a brother.
Kiss her like a sister.
Let it be my mother for now.

I want to find where the maid in the street
Is pouring her wine.
I heard she takes you in and gives you the words
You need said.

If you'll be her brother,
She'll kiss you like a sister.
She'll even be your mother for now.

Hug him like a brother.
Kiss her like a sister.
Let it be my mother.
Let it be my father.
I will be her brother.
Kiss her like a sister.
Come and be my mother forever.

Matt: The Proverbs tell us of the Maiden Wisdom, who walks in the streets calling out to the simple to come and eat the meat and drink the wine she has prepared. She exhorts us to come and be her kin, to learn from her the wisdom in life we need. We must desire to be a part of her family, to seek her and let her speak to us the words we need to hear.


I WONT' STAY LONG
Words and music by Samuel Brinsley Ashworth
Additional musicians: J.J. Plasencio (bass), Peter Hyrka (violin), Matt Slocum (wurlitzer)

Leaves are falling, and something's calling me here.
The state of depression that I'm walking in,
Got the impression that I won't stay here long.
I know I am like this, but still I don't know what to do.

The sky is darkening, I can feel it in the air.
My heart is sinking, I know winter's on its way.
I know I am like this, but still I don't know what to do.
I know I am like this. Oh sister, show me what to do.

I know there's a way to get this another day.
When will I know if there's a way for me?
I want to lie in the sand and have the sun shine on me.
Is that way too much to ask?

Matt: Sam Ashworth's sister gave me a tape of some songs Sam had recorded and I particularly liked this one. The song's mood and the Beatles-esque chord changes made it a perfect fit for this album.


LOVE
Words and music by Matt Slocum
Additional musicians: J.J. Plasencio (bass), Antoine Silverman (1st violin), David Davidson (2nd violin), Kris Wilkinson (viola), John Mark Painter (hurdy gurdy), Mark Nash (hi-hat, cymbals)

"You must be the seed. Descend into the earth.
Searching for the union of death, and then rebirth."

But I need love. It is patience, it is kindness.
I need love. It is rain after the dryness.
I need love. Sister Wisdom, help me see
It's the one thing that I need.
The only thing that I need.

"The Harvester is near. His blade is on your skin.
To plant a new beginning." Well then let the cut begin.

But I need love. It is patience, it is kindness.
I need love. It is rain after the dryness.
I need love. Sister Wisdom, help me see
It's the one thing that I need.
The only thing that I need.

"The Harvester is near. His blade is on your skin.
To plant a new beginning." Well then let the cut begin.
Let the cut begin.

Matt: "Love" is a dialogue between the two characters set up in "Sister, Mother"--the Maiden Wisdom and the person searching for her. In this song she speaks to the seeker, telling him he must die to really live, that love is the most excellent way. The seeker accepts this wisdom realizing this is the only thing he truly needs.


MOVING ON
Words by Matt Slocum; music by Matt Slocum, Chris Donohue
Additional musicians: Chris Donohue (bass), Antoine Silverman (1st violin), David Davidson (2nd violin), Kris Wilkinson (viola)

It has gotten to my head. Permeates the path I tread.
But I tread, I'm moving on in a new and happy song.
I can sing about the night, how my tunnel without light
Led me to the other side where the sky is blue.

It's all I can do to not let them ruin me.
I will not let them ruin me.
I will not let them ruin me again.

There is fire inside the tree. Flames of knowing kissing me.
I have waited long to see a sign from you.

It's all I can do to not let them ruin me.
I will not let them ruin me.
I will not let them ruin me again.

Matt: This song is meant to close the record with the realization that the past has had its toll, but that it is gone and it is time to move on. God has brought redemption and deliverance, and with them a determination not to be ruined again.


THERE SHE GOES
Written by L.A. Mavers
Additional musicians: Sean Kelly (guitar), Justin Cary (bass)

There she goes
There she goes again
Racing through my brain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains

There she blows
There she blows again
Pulsing through my vein
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains

There she goes
There she goes again
Racing through my brain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains

There she goes
There she goes again
She calls my name
She pulls my train
No one else could heal my pain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains

There she goes
There she goes again
Chasing down my lane
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains

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