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by Mandy Troxel

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Jean Soderquist Woody is a great ghost for my guitar as well... Jean Favorite track: Woody Guthrie's Ghost.
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1.
woody guthrie’s ghost came down and we set out across the town in dusty boots and dirty collars and change that don’t quite make a dollar and we found ourselves across the tracks with empty bottles in paper sacks sat down where there once was a tree and sang ‘this land was made for you and me’ we talked about the folks we’d seen in real life and magazines hand-me-downs and happy children and we laughed about ol' bobby dylan and the crazy roads we all wind down tires slidin spinnin round weary bones and bright tomorrows time for joy and time for sorrow and woody said ‘i’ve got the song! it’s got easy chords, so sing along i won’t pretend that it’s more than it is, but it’s what i’ve got that i want to give’ woody, what have you got to say to a girl who’s trying to make her way down a thorny road that time forgot a little lost... but not a lot and she’s tryin to be good and tryin to be strong and she tries to be right but she’s usually wrong she wants to be loved, wants to be free wants to be the girl she’s supposed to be and woody said ‘just sing your song and get lots of friends to sing along don’t pretend that it’s more than it is, just give what you’ve got and that’s how you’ll live’ woody sang till his song was through bid farewell, and away he flew over traffic jams and city lights through the clouds and into the night and me, i hung around for a while had to laugh, had to smile felt alive right to my bones grabbed my coat and headed home and whistled a tune as i walked along and the church bells rang and sang along felt my life just as it was... it’s a whole lot of tears, but a lot of love
2.
I wish I were a guitar of some ol lonesome vagabond and we would set out across this land with only his voice and the touch of his hand I'd rest in the arms of poets and lovers of outcasts and others who cannot be named I'd laugh and I'd cry when they were happy or lonesome and tell them sweet things that they never could say I'd sing them a song from the depths of my soul but if truth must be told I am just wood and steel so tell me your tales of your dreams gone unspoken a string might be broken, but my heart never will I wish I were a guitar I'd sing in the company of old smokey bars and lonesome were only a word in a song 'cause there'd always be somebody singin along There's hardly a note that hasn't been sung I'm sure that the past has struck every chord but tell me your tales of your lost love and heartache and I'll play like I've never heard them before
3.
Never thought I'd find myself walking down this road your hand in mine Guess I thought I'd left this place behind just call it a long time ago 'cause I used to drive this road with the top down, the wind in my hair free flyin resless drivin not a worry not a care... I could show you spots along the way where I used to go In fact, there's a curve just up ahead where I think I lost a little bit of my soul 'cause I used to drive this road with the top down, the wind in my hair free flyin resless drivin not a worry not a care... Have I told you how much that I love your smile your gentle ways It's almost funny how I tried to keep myself from showing you this place 'Cause don't you feel defenseless? Don't you want to run away? I don't understand how easy it is for you to say the things you say 'cause I used to drive this road with the top down, the wind in my hair free flyin resless drivin not a worry not a care... I never thought I'd be scared of love I never thought I'd be scared of love
4.
well, the house where we live is a century old and our love is barely one and I guess in fifty years or so this house'll probably be gone and darlin we'll be old and grey but shinin like the sun and we'll reminisce of this ol house as the place where love was young true, true, true devotion under God up above, you have all my love and my true devotion Well, we're workin hard every day and we come home tired and sore but I guess in every other way we could not ask for more 'cause the sun's gone down and our light is low and the dog's in the corner snorin and the night is as sweet as the day is long when you hold me close till mornin true, true, true devotion under God up above, you have all my love and my true devotion. well, the house where we live is a century old and our love is barely one and I guess in fifty years or so this house'll probably be gone but darlin we'll be old and grey and shining like the sun and we'll reminisce of this ol house as the place where love was young. yeah, we'll reminisce of this ol house as the place where love was young.
5.
When words lose their meaning we all get redefined When words lose their meaning What is life? What is death? What does it mean to be living What is sorrow for the lost What is grief? What is the television for when there is nothing we want more Than to forget all the things we have seen When words lose their meaning. Where is joy? What is sorrow? Where is consolation? What’s resilience? What’s defiance? What are tears? What are the little lights that shine in vigils all across the nation While we grapple with the meaning of fear? When words lose their meaning What is glory? What is righteous? What is good? What is evil? Who are victims? Who are martyrs? What is truth? Why is our leader behind the pulpit speaking of retaliation? What on earth is holy doing next to war? When words lose their meaning we all get redefined When words lose their meaning
6.
Peel back the layers like and onion peel back the sorrow and the tears when you realize they're suddenly transparant you can look right through the worry and the fears and there's still a song, there's still a song does it surprise you that it's been there all along? there's still a song. If you're finding that the melody is fading and you can't make out the rhythm or the words there's an echo of a chord still deep within you and it can resonate again be rest assured there's still a song, there's still a song does it surprise you that it's been there all along? there's still a song. There are those who'll try to do your singing for you Or who'll try to keep your voice from being heard and there's a chaos in this world to overwhelm you but your silence is an ill easily cured. 'cause there's still a song, there's still a song does it surprise you that it's been there all along? there's still a song. One voice raised can shine through like a beacon and it calls out to be joined by two or three and then the melodies can intertwine together and ring loud and clear in perfect harmony there's still a song, there's still a song does it surprise you that it's been there all along? there's still a song.
7.
Grace 07:31
there's the depths of the ocean and the wind in the trees and I am somewhere in between falling to my knees my life is like the springtime but that glory on its own has left me feeling restless and looking for a home. Chorus: In the desert, prepare a way make straight a highway in the wild and every valley will be raised and every mountain lowered roughness will be lowered rugged will be plained and the way to find yourself back home will only be through grace Just a drop in the bucket these things that we see maybe only dust on scales but all the world to me and there's a voice that cries out and I cannot grasp the words but I've a feeling they're the same in happiness and hurt I am walking, and I am weary I am sinking in the sand I'm forgetting that you are able and I am cradled in the hollow of your hand Chorus

about

During the summer of 2002, Mandy Troxel borrowed some equipment, set up in her spare bedroom, and recorded amidst the barking dogs and buzzing of helicopters in Los Angeles. The resulting e.p. is a beautiful handcrafted sampling of country guitar licks and songs about friendship, love and grace. Contemplative lyrics and a voice like that of a sympathetic angel, there’s a general sense of longing for simpler times in Mandy’s songwriting. Utilizing country, folk and gospel, these old-fashioned guitar ramblings shine. “Woody Guthrie’s Ghost” speaks to the age-old search for identity, while “When Words Lose Their Meaning” offers the observation of empty words in the aftermath of 9/11. It is a time capsule, not only in the life of this musician, as you hear her chair creak or the dog bark, but of the moments we all have as we navigate the monumental and not-so-spectacular moments in our lives.

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released January 18, 2002

All songs written, strummed and sung by Mandy
Mixed and Mastered by John Andrew Schreiner

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"With a folky voice of clarity that reminds one of early Emmylou Harris, Troxel navigates the waters of love lost and found with songs that offer memorable lines, but no easy answers." - Bill Mallonee

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