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I'm Here. Let Me In.

album cover for I'm Here. Let Me In. (2017)

Boris's latest solo album, I'm Here. Let Me In.

I’m Here. Let Me In. is Boris's latest solo project (with friends), produced by the beastly virtuosity of Steve Mayone of Brooklyn, NY. The album sounds like nothing else Boris has done. It began with two compositions in a half-awake/half-dream state. The rhythm is amorphous on many of the songs, with out-front vocals, and emotion crystallized in rich harmonies. Songs range from the cosmic, beautifully sad "Poor Tired Hands," to the fun-loving Hank Williams brand "Godzilla vs. King Kong." The album also reveals a tenderness in songs like "Golden Days" and "Piece of Mama." Boris wanted a vocal album, and he achieved it.

The core tracks on I’m Here. Let Me In. were recorded by Boris himself at his studio in Dixon, NM. The album was mixed by Bill Palmer at Frogville Studios. It features many local favorites like Stephanie Hatfield on backing vocals, David Gutierrez and Alex McMahon on guitar and banjo, Greg Williams and Jared Putnam from Le Chat Lunatique on drums and bass, as well as Steve Mayone's brilliant vocals and guitar work, and the phenomenal accordion player John Shapiro. Also featured are two live tracks with The Mighty Salt Licks! all-star line-up of Brett Davis, Susan Holmes, Paul Groetzinger, and Kevin Zoernig. I’m Here. Let Me In. has gained early momentum in Boris’s traditional European stomping grounds, where he plans to tour with it next year.

The album is now widely available and can also be purchased on Bandcamp.

Personnel

  • 1. I Blew It (4:34) Boris—vocals, guitar. Steve Mayone—electric guitars, bass, vocals. Dave Gutierrez—pedal steel. Greg Williams—drums. Brett Davis—vocals. Stephanie Hatfield—vocals.
  • 2. It’s Her Turn Now (4:42) Boris—vocals, guitar. Brett Davis—electric guitar. Kevin Zoernig—Wurlitzer. Steve Mayone—acoustic guitar, electric slide guitar. Susan Holmes—bass. Bill Palmer—acoustic guitar. Paul Groetzinger—drums.
  • 3. A Week Before the Fourth of July (4:25) Boris—vocals, guitar, harmonica. Steve Mayone—electric guitars, organ, vocals. Jordan Shapiro—accordion. Susan Holmes—acoustic bass, vocals. Greg Williams—drums. Brett Davis—vocals. Lisa Joyce—vocals.
  • 4. Golden Days (3:14) Boris—vocals, guitar. Steve Mayone—acoustic guitar, vocals. Jordan Shapiro—accordion.
  • 5. Poor Tired Hands (3:25) Boris—vocals, guitar. Steve Mayone—percussion, electric guitar, organ. Susan Holmes—acoustic bass. Brett Davis—vocals.
  • 6. Shake It Up (4:14) Boris—vocals, guitar. Steve Mayone—bass, electric guitar, organ, vocals. Greg Williams—drums. Brett Davis—vocals.
  • 7. Magpies (4:31) Boris—vocals, guitar. Steve Mayone—bass, electric guitars, vocals. Greg Williams—drums. Brett Davis—vocals.
  • 8. Lazy With You (3:09) Boris—vocals, guitar. Alex McMahon—banjo. Jared Putnam—acoustic bass. Greg Williams—harmonica, drums. Steve Mayone—vocals.
  • 9. Piece Of Mama (3:37) Boris—vocals, guitar. Steve Mayone—acoustic guitar, vocals. Susan Holmes—acoustic bass. Jordan Shapiro—accordion. Greg Williams—drums.
  • 10. Godzilla vs. King Kong (4:06) Boris—vocals, guitar. Alex McMahon—pedal steel. Steve Mayone—mandolin, vocals. Jordan Shapiro—accordion. Greg Williams—drums.
  • 11. Cherry Lane (4:05) Boris—vocals, guitar. Brett Davis—electric guitar. Steve Mayone—electric guitar, vocals. Susan Holmes—electric bass. Kevin Zoernig—organ and piano. Paul Groetzinger—drums.

Lyrics

I Blew It

Meet me at the lift gate. I smell a rat.
They’re cutting me loose. How you feel about that?
Something inside me. Thought I might win.
The ships not sailing in.
I blew it, but I’m moving on.
It’s alright ‘cause its all wrong.
God knows why. I gave it another try.
It’s hard to chew it. I blew it.
I feel shallow. I feel cheap.
And there’s no making up for, the lack of sleep.
Tired of flopping around Tamale-wood town,
I thought you knew it, I blew it.
I blew it and I had my chance.
Takes a whole lotta gimmicks to make these people dance.
Smoke and mirrors, tits and ass and explosions!
They’re stuffing their faces inside the big tent.
It was weird when I got here be weird when I’m spent.
Tried to blend in but my antenna’s bent.
I sure know how to screw it. I blew it.
I had it coming. I had to fall.
I spoke my mind. I ruined it all.
I threatened the game that we all hate to play.
I cashed my check on the day, I blew it.

It’s Her Turn Now

My baby had a pretty rough start. She had to hold it together when it all fell apart.
The darkness is gone and she’s not blind.
She’s so strong and there’s light in her mind.
Its her turn now. Her turn to shine. No denying, Its her turn to shine.
Her turn to shine her turn to shine.
We followed a road deep into the pines. Raised two kids on bar gigs and sunshine.
I left my woman too much alone,
with no-one to talk to but the mountain crows the mountain crows.
Well it’s her turn now, it’s her turn to shine.
No denying sparks are flying. Her turn to shine, her turn to shine.
Her turn to shine her turn to shine. Shine shine shine shine shine.
Big change coming up from the south.
She’ll soon stick her head in the lions mouth.
Some doors open and some slam close some drink water from a fire hose a fire hose
It’s her turn now. It’s her turn to shine. No Denying, no more crying.
It’s her turn to shine her turn to shine. It’s Her turn to shine her turn to shine.
Shine shine shine shine shine.
She’s a survivor of a long way home. My little Mackie did it all on her own.
I always knew it was a matter of time. Before my Mackie’d make it now it’s her turn to shine.
Well it’s her turn now, I’ve had mine. No denying, no sense in lying.
It’s her turn to shine her turn to shine.
No denying, sparks are flying. No more crying. It’s her turn to shine.

A Week Before The 4th Of July

Steering with my knees eating tacos on an open road
by the mountains of my New Mexico feeling free and feeling so high...
Scribbling something down by the dairy queen
underneath the Maybeline, I can see her native eyes
brighter than a slot machine and her hair is as big as the sky
A week before the 4th of July
and I do believe that I’m going to make it
all I hear is the echo of my mind I do believe I’m going to make it this time this time
Briefly in the evening before the exit comes
kiss me like you mean it as if we were one
as if we were castaways hanging onto every lie...
And driving up a road they call the ribbon of death
and breathing a smoky breath five hundred fires burn
in the mountains to the west and theres no mercy rain in the sky
A week before the 4th of July
and I do believe that I’m going to make it
all I hear is the echo of my mind, I do believe I’m going to make it this time this time
Ratchet straps a hummin’ and the load is getting loose but there’s gold on the goose
and a stack of shaggy hay. Oh my lucky day.
and something in that smell make me high.
Well look at that crazy heeler he’s biting at the wind
he’s ready for anything I want to live like him
and a new day begin spirit on a stack so high
A week before the 4th of July

Golden Days

Golden days when you were mine
our bodies ached in the springtime
we were so reckless with our hearts as we twined
And as I lifted the barbed wire
you made it clear you were on fire
That you would give yourself to me it was no mystery.
On a bench seat with my love.
Three on the tree, where’d you come from?
“Slide next to me and make me happy show me what your made of.”
Birds in the river, fish in the sky,
plenty of grieving as I fly,
down the road catching my breath from all the beautiful lies.
I can see your just a girl lost in the neon of the world
and there is no wrong or right just a gnawing appetite.
On a bench seat with my love
proud as a peacock as I strut,
“Slide next to me and make me happy show me what your made of.”
Golden days when you were mine
our bodies ached in the spring time
we were so reckless with our hearts as we twined
and as we lay there feeing fine
I knew you were part of the grand design
and I would give myself to you it was no mystery.

Poor Tired Hands

O those poor tired hands, she won’t leave them alone.
This world is built, on the unknown, nothing here, is set in stone.
O those poor tired hands, victims of, a desperate land.
Hold them close, hold them tight, wrap them up, by candle light.
O those poor tired hands, pains me to see, those little lambs.,
Softly they will remember, softly they will understand, O those poor tired hands.
O those poor tired hands, like bent mirrors, at the fair.
Warped and bleeding, sitting there, untangling the knots, of despair.
O those poor tired hands, pains me to see, them a working,
Never resting, for a moment, fiddling endless, always jerking.
Searching for their eyes, searching for their heart,
searching for a sweet love, who will never depart.
O those poor tired hands, pains me to see, those hands
Softly they will remember, softly they will understand, O those poor tired hands.
O those poor tired hands.
Softly they will remember, softly they will understand.
O those poor tired hands!

Shake It Up Baby

Well shake it up baby shake it up till you cry
stir it up darling stir it up by and by
I gotcha covered on the other-side
and its gonna be its gonna be alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
It wasn’t fair, It wasn't fair what they did
But no matter what it was impossible to get rid
of that fire in your heart when you were just a kid
now its gonna be its gonna be alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Pink cotton candy sticks to the Sandia Hills
with a sweetness and splendor that rises and charges your will
all things meant to be slowly turn longing to bliss
and it don't seem likely that it could ever get better than this
than this, than this, than this, than this
So shake it up baby shake it up till you cry stir it up darling stir it up by and by
I gotcha covered on the other-side and its gonna be its gonna be alright

Magpies

Magpies they like shiny things
heirloom apples and wedding rings
and to tease an old dog till he goes mad
well well well makes them little bastards glad
I tried to put all the corners back in a rogue hippy shack
I tried to make a home where the gods and the monsters roam
well well well where the gods and monsters roam
I said I can tap this spring I can build this thing I can do anything
I can mend it I can fix it and I can make it all right again right as rain
In the Land of Mañana you left the plastic on the enchiladas
you knew you blew it and now its hard to chew it
well well well now its hard to chew it
Be careful what you wish for you might outgrow your pond
you’ll be pulling up tumbleweeds trying to remember what you lost
saying well well well I don’t rightly know
But I can tap this spring I can build this thing I can do anything
I can mend it I can fix and I can make it all right again right as rain
I gave my heart to the wilderness lay my old dog down to rest
you know its getting harder in the west well well well harder in the west
Cut the fences and let em roam before they turn to skin and bones
gather up your prayer flags and burn them to keep warm
well well well you gotta burn them to keep warm

Lazy With You

If there’s one thing I can tell you
this fellas gotten lazy, I’ve gotten lazy with you.
If there’s one thing I can tell you
this fellas gotten lazy, I’ve gotten lazy with you.
I’ve gotten lazy with you, lazy with you, all I wanna do is lay around the shack.
I’ve gotten lazy with you and there’s no turning back.
All I wanna do is lay around and love on you.
I knew right from the start when we danced there would be sparks
shooting from our belts in the bar. Now I’m leaning on your car
and your house seems very far, I’ve gotten lazy with you.
I’ve gotten lazy with you, lazy with you, all I wanna do is lay around the shack.
I’ve gotten lazy with you and there’s no shame in that.
All I wanna do is lay around and love on you.
Is it the essence or the clock or the shock of a kiss?
or does it just transcend all of this?
All I know is I can’t dream another dream without you,
I’ve gotten lazy with you.
I’ve gotten lazy with you, lazy with you, all I wanna do is lay around the shack.
I’ve gotten lazy with you and there’s no turning back.
All I wanna do is lay around, lay around, lay around
and love on you, love on you , love on you, love on you, love on you., mmm.

Piece of Mama

Everybody wants a piece of mama, she trying to spread herself around.
Everybody wants a piece of mama, especially in this town.
Her lips are like a candy apple and she’ll knock you off your feet.
Everybody wants a piece of mama when she’s walking down the street.
Everybody wants a piece of mama and to eat off of her plate.
Everybody wants a piece of mama but they just gonna have to wait.
Because I’m next in line and mama’s looking fine and we going to drink some wine.
Everybody wants a slice of mama’s apple pie but I’m having it this time.
She’s warming up the kitchen with kettle steam. We all know the way she likes it, just a little cream.
Best do your homework or she’ll get a little mean.
Everybody wants a piece of mama and to sit in her old car,
to ride with her to the grocery store when she runs out of lard.
To go and fetch some fire-flies and stick em in a jar.
Everybody wants and piece of mama, they come from near and far.
Everybody wants a piece of mama, and to feel her undying love,
as if her affection were an angel from a above.
To read with her by the fire light and hear her say, “Sweet dreams”.
Everybody wants a piece of mama when they fall off the trampoline.
She’s warming up the kitchen with kettle steam.
We all know the way she likes it, just a little cream.
Best do your homework or she’ll get a little mean.
Everybody wants a piece of mama, she trying to spread herself around.
Everybody wants a piece of mama, especially in munchkin town.
Her lips are like a candy apple and she’ll sweep you off your feet.
Everybody wants a piece of mama when the sun’s setting down the street.
Everybody wants and piece of mama, everybody wants a piece of her, everybody wants a piece
everybody wants a piece, everybody wants a piece of mama.

Godzilla vs. King Kong

You can’t have a garden without a little work.
If you don’t eat your meat you can’t have dessert.
Baby’s so stubborn and I am too.
My jaw's broken and I can’t even chew. My jaw's broken and I can’t even chew.
Oh how did I wind up with a warrior princess?
She knows how to fight and kick my ass.
There's a storm in her eyes and she don’t know what she wants.
She’s asking questions and getting no response. She’s asking questions and getting no response.
I wish I could provide for and give her what she needs
but I was born a dreamer and I’m lost in the weeds.
I was bringing home the bacon when the bottom fell out,
Now I’m scraping and I’m not feeling proud, now we’re scraping and we’re screaming out loud.
And we beg for the sun when we feel cool
when the sun finally comes we act like fools
Its a creature double feature matinee
let’s fix it with a romp in the hay, let’s fix it with a romp in the hay.
You can’t make a pie without a little lard.
I love you darling but you bite too hard.
You're Godzilla and I’m King Kong it’s rock salt shotguns and cherry bombs,
rock salt shotguns and cherry bombs.
And we beg for the sun when we feel cool,
when the sun finally comes we act likes fools.
It’s a scratch-card Christmas down at the pawn.
I love you baby let’s start a new dawn. I love you baby let’s start a new dawn.

Cherry Lane

Don’t lose sight of your dream, don’t lose sight of your dream
It will only make you mean, don’t lose sight of your dream
Don’t live in a house of pain, leave your house of pain
move down to Cherry Lane to Cherry Lane
In Cherry Lane they drive old trucks, in Cherry Lane they drive old trucks
And the angels run amuck on Cherry Lane
They will grab you by the seat of your pants, grab you by the seat of your pants
and they’ll give you a second chance on Cherry Lane (Lets go down there!)
In Cherry Lane they work real hard, yes in Cherry Lane they work real hard
but the cool waters not that far in Cherry Lane
So grab a hook and some twine, grab a hook and some twine
make some hay while the sun shines on Cherry Lane (Here we go!)
I can hear them calling your name, I can hear them calling your name
like petals on a window pane in Cherry Lane
Its time for everything to be begin, you can feel it in the Cherry wind
marvelous friends await you on Cherry Lane!
She will leave you a nosegay, a mysterious nosegay
under your windshield wipers on Cherry Lane
I’m choking up on the bright faces of the nodding daffodils
and all my dreams fulfilled on Cherry Lane.

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