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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 “Short Dawg” 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 La 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. will surely gain momentum in Boris’s traditional European stomping grounds, where he plans to tour with it next year.

Listen to tracks from I’m Here. Let Me In. on Bandcamp.

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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

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

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

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