Crazy Is
by Anna Haas
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Digital Album
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High
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Maypole
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After Hours
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Marilyn
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Just the Breath Of
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The Real New York
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Lilla
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Train Song
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Find Your Home
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about
Crazy Is is a thrilling mix of the cities and artists that inspire Haas, and her signature, expressive voice is the crux that a legion of instrumentation swarms around: heavy, soulful piano, ripping guitar solos, ambient synthesizers, bluesy pedal steel, funky horns, and a symphony of strings.
The album was recorded in multiple studios throughout Nashville and New York to create the best sounds for each instrument, using some of each city's most renowned musicians, who each, stylistically, bring elements of their respective genres to the record, resulting in a wildly original musical creation.
Expect to hear the influences of music’s most distinct artists and Haas’ favorite muses in Crazy Is, from the soulful vocal reflections of Janis Joplin and Adele and the lyrical wit and catchy piano of Regina Spektor to the angst of Fiona Apple and the passionate, climactic songwriting of Jeff Buckley and Florence Welch.
The album was recorded in multiple studios throughout Nashville and New York to create the best sounds for each instrument, using some of each city's most renowned musicians, who each, stylistically, bring elements of their respective genres to the record, resulting in a wildly original musical creation.
Expect to hear the influences of music’s most distinct artists and Haas’ favorite muses in Crazy Is, from the soulful vocal reflections of Janis Joplin and Adele and the lyrical wit and catchy piano of Regina Spektor to the angst of Fiona Apple and the passionate, climactic songwriting of Jeff Buckley and Florence Welch.
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released 22 May 2012
ALBUM CREDITS:
All songs written and performed by Anna Haas*
Produced and Co-engineered by Mark Galup
Engineered by Erik Thompson
Assistant Engineered by Ted Wheeler and Nick Spezia
Mixed and Mastered by Mark Galup & Erik Thompson at Reel Recording, Nashville
Vocals and overdubs tracked at Reel Recording. Basic tracking at House of Blues Studio A. Strings at Oceanway Studio A. Horns at The Jungle Room - Nashville, TN
Additional overdubs at Grand Street Recording - Brooklyn, NY
*The Real New York written by Anna Haas, Mark Galup and Doug Gross
THE PLAYERS
Anna Haas - Lead Vocals and Piano
Will Medders - Drums
Jent LaPalm - Electric Bass
Doug Gross - Electric Guitar
Mark Galup- Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar on 1, Synth, Wurlitzer, Mellotron, B3
STRINGS
Zach Casebolt – Violin on 1, 3, 6, 9
Claire Indie - Cello on 3, 6, 9
Renae Truex – Fiddle Solo on 6, Viola on 11
HORNS
The Section Horns
Leif Shires – Trumpet on 4, 5, 8, Flugelhorn on 7
Craig Swift – Saxophone on 4, 5, 8
Justin Carpenter – Trombone on 4, 5, 8
www.thesectionhorns.com
Ruby Amanfu – Background Vocals on 2, 4, 6, 11
Neil Bunker – Acoustic Guitar on 10
Hailey Collier – Background Vocals on 8
James Dalton – Harmonica on 2
Chris Henry- Mandolin on 10
Dave LaGrande – Piano on 3
Matt Lovell – Featured Vocalist on 5
Adam Ollendorff- Pedal Steel on 7, 11, Weissenborn on 9, Lap Steel on 10
Richard Ringer – Accordion on 4
Cristina Taddonio- Background Vocals on 11
Emilio Tostado – Guitar Solo on 2, Electric Guitar on 9
Roy "Futureman" Wooten – Percussion on 1, 2, 4, 8
SOUL CHOIR on TRAIN SONG
Megan Cox, Hailey Collier, Cydney McQuillan Grace, Charlene Kaye, Jenna Marotta, Blessing Offor
Strings arranged by Zach Casebolt
Horns arranged by Leif Shires
Soul choir arranged by Megan Cox
ALBUM CREDITS:
All songs written and performed by Anna Haas*
Produced and Co-engineered by Mark Galup
Engineered by Erik Thompson
Assistant Engineered by Ted Wheeler and Nick Spezia
Mixed and Mastered by Mark Galup & Erik Thompson at Reel Recording, Nashville
Vocals and overdubs tracked at Reel Recording. Basic tracking at House of Blues Studio A. Strings at Oceanway Studio A. Horns at The Jungle Room - Nashville, TN
Additional overdubs at Grand Street Recording - Brooklyn, NY
*The Real New York written by Anna Haas, Mark Galup and Doug Gross
THE PLAYERS
Anna Haas - Lead Vocals and Piano
Will Medders - Drums
Jent LaPalm - Electric Bass
Doug Gross - Electric Guitar
Mark Galup- Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar on 1, Synth, Wurlitzer, Mellotron, B3
STRINGS
Zach Casebolt – Violin on 1, 3, 6, 9
Claire Indie - Cello on 3, 6, 9
Renae Truex – Fiddle Solo on 6, Viola on 11
HORNS
The Section Horns
Leif Shires – Trumpet on 4, 5, 8, Flugelhorn on 7
Craig Swift – Saxophone on 4, 5, 8
Justin Carpenter – Trombone on 4, 5, 8
www.thesectionhorns.com
Ruby Amanfu – Background Vocals on 2, 4, 6, 11
Neil Bunker – Acoustic Guitar on 10
Hailey Collier – Background Vocals on 8
James Dalton – Harmonica on 2
Chris Henry- Mandolin on 10
Dave LaGrande – Piano on 3
Matt Lovell – Featured Vocalist on 5
Adam Ollendorff- Pedal Steel on 7, 11, Weissenborn on 9, Lap Steel on 10
Richard Ringer – Accordion on 4
Cristina Taddonio- Background Vocals on 11
Emilio Tostado – Guitar Solo on 2, Electric Guitar on 9
Roy "Futureman" Wooten – Percussion on 1, 2, 4, 8
SOUL CHOIR on TRAIN SONG
Megan Cox, Hailey Collier, Cydney McQuillan Grace, Charlene Kaye, Jenna Marotta, Blessing Offor
Strings arranged by Zach Casebolt
Horns arranged by Leif Shires
Soul choir arranged by Megan Cox
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Fiery redhead Anna Haas excites the senses instantly with a powerhouse voice and arrestingly truthful lyrics, enhancing each line with wildly dramatic stage antics and heavy, soulful piano playing. Haas is a true triple threat, unleashing every aspect of her fire to the public for the very first time to create an explosive experience that is wild, organic and absolutely honest. ... more
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- Track Name: Crazy Is
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Crazy is being misunderstood
Using groans and convulsions
to say what I wish I could
Kicking the bed, running away
Coming back to the hope
that you might get me today
Can’t figure this out
Why the hell I seem to be going insane
Running around in circles trying to find the thing to blame
You say “Baby, just go to the gym,
I mean I know you like your chocolate
But those sweets will make you big
I sit and make a list of all my flaws
Go out of my mind fists against the wall
Cuz I want to escape this feeling of being crazy
I’m itching, wishing I was a balanced lady
I’m trying to locate my sanity
So I can be tame, yes and please you
Be all that you need
Crazy is not being seen
So you lose your words and senses
trying to find what it is you mean
Picking a fight, screaming in the night
Telling yourself that it’s not his job
to make you feel alright, he says
“Baby I love redheads, I do
But I never did expect that the myth might be true
You should be thrilled that I haven’t up and run away
Let me remind you once again
that most men wouldn’t stay”
Chorus
I should have known from day one
When your kiss was nothing special
and your hands were never warm
And your eyes never made me melt
No, all the things that lend to peace are things I never felt
Crazy is being alone in this world
Flailing, wailing, hoping someone else will jump on board
I figured it out. The answer’s not so tricky after all
It might just be your empty touch driving me up the wall
I sit and make a list of all my flaws
Then I hear you coming down the hall
And now how the hell can I be calm
When I’m with a man who doesn’t move me at all
I wanna escape this feeling of being crazy
I’m itching, wishing I was a balanced lady
But damn if I will let you try to save me
You have made me out to be the fool
But maybe the root of my so-called insanity
is nothing more than you - Track Name: Song of a Suffering Child
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Daddy take those guns out of your closet
You better throw those guns away
Daddy take those guns out of your closet
Throw those guns away
You better take those guns on out of here
Or I swear I’ll blow myself away
Girl you better stop being so lazy
Or I swear I’ll look away
Oh, you better stop being so lazy
What have you done with yourself today
Maybe if you start looking pretty again
Then I might be inclined to stay
Chorus
It’s easy to place the blame
In this chaotic game
But ask yourself if they
Deserve to be affected by your rage
Girl you better not travel too far from home
You see, I never had that space
You better not travel too far from home
Or my womb is gonna ache
If you travel too far from here
I swear I’ll take your means away
Chorus - Track Name: High
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Oh how the world turns
You just can’t be lazy
I’m caught in a daydream
Just doing my job
And all of the ladies
With all of their babies
They order their lattes
With two extra shots
Yes they look so happy
They’re bubbly, laughing
Their questions are answered
While mine are not
At the end of the day
too tired to think or to breathe
I crawl back to my lover on my knees
And I find him stoned, staring at the TV
And he says “baby, just come over here
And I’ll roll us up a little treat”
And we get high, oh so high
Cuz I need time to unwind
Yes we just lay, and forget the day
As we fall asleep in a smoky haze
Then the next morning
I wake up to you snoring
Back to my routine
My means to an end
Oh, but I’m missing my body
Yes I want to be naughty
To remember to dance
Oh to remember my voice
At the end of the day
Too tired to think or to breathe
I crawl back to my lover on my knees
And he takes a hold of my vulnerability
He presses his body to mind
With that joint between his teeth
And we get high, oh so high
Cuz I need time to unwind
Yes we just lay, and forget the day
Yes we fall asleep in our smoky haze
The days have become disgustingly similar
Nothing to tell the new from the familiar
Loopy, looping, trudging through the hours
I’ve lost all sense of taste
I would not know if it had soured
I try to tell you I feel like hell
You just say “Honey, it’s all in your head”
Then you pull out your lighter, you say
“Come on, just get high girl”
Then I lay limp draped over the edge of your bed
And we get high, oh so high
I don’t feel alive
I’m just trying to hide
I feel perpetually choked
We sweat, we cum
We lie in smoke
Oh how the world turns
It’s so easy to daydream
Get lost in your cravings
Forget why you’re here
Well do I have the faith to
Just step away to
A place that is lonely
But a place that is clear - Track Name: Maypole
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We’re dancing around him like a Maypole
Weaving in and out of all the lines that he pulls
Isn’t it so funny that we never see each other
Cuz he always makes sure all eyes are on him
Sayin’ ooh la la ooh la la ooh
I wantchya I wantchya I do
Ooh la la ooh la la ooh
I wantchya I wantchya I do
He likes to live the domestic life
While keeping things real interesting at the same time
And really now what better way
To keep things nice and interesting
Than to have girls all around you all the time
There is no black and white no
No black and white
If anything we’re surrounded by colors
Sayin’ ooh la la ooh la I just wanna
Spend all Sunday morning in your bed
Ooh la la ooh la la ooh
He just needs his space
That’s what he says
He has uncannily focused eyes
Yeah he likes to hold your head there
in his lap while you cry
But he has his calculations
A meticulous rotation
While he mans his solo station all the while
There is no black and white no
No black and white
If anything we’re surrounded by colors
Chorus
Well there’s the spicy one, the nicer one
The easy one, the one who’s fun
The one who makes him come undone
And the one who might just be the
One by one, we’re gonna cut the strings
And then you won’t be left with anything
Oh but child you’re gonna be just fine
Because pretty soon, some other girls
Are gonna come and get in line
Sayin’ ooh la la ooh la la ooh
I wantchya I wantchya I do
Ooh la la ooh la la ooh
Oh, I wantchya I wantchya I do… - Track Name: Marilyn
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I’d rather erase that look on your face
When you asked if you could stick around
I’d rather believe the next time we meet
That you’re not the kind who needs ground
I’d rather not see a smudge
I’d rather not see your guard come falling down
Wouldn’t it be so much more fun if we just
Jumped from romp to romp around?
You are bound for greatness
And I’m not willing to be the one who restrains it
So go join Marilyn, face frozen in time
She was bound to stay perfect the minute she died
How beautiful
Damn, so beautiful
Well, I’ll keep this picture to help me remember
I laid with a legend that night
You want me to say I love you
Well I cannot say I love you
You want me to hold your hair there in my hands
Well all these things that you want done
They’re not the things of a world above
They’re not the things of a world in your command
Oh, you are bound to make shadows at your feet
I don’t want to stand in them
I don’t think I have the strength
So go join Janis, voice frozen in time
She was bound to stay perfect the minute she died
How beautiful
Damn, so beautiful
Well, I’ll keep this picture to help me remember
I laid with a legend that night
You can sing me to sleep
You can sing me to sleep
But when I wake
I’d rather just be left with the taste
So go join Marilyn, face frozen in time
She was bound to stay perfect the minute she died
How beautiful
Damn, so beautiful
You want me to love you
The whole world’s gonna love you
The minute you die - Track Name: Just the Breath Of
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I have a mind to steal you back
The longer we wait, I’m so afraid
We’re never going back to California
The darkened highway
Where we fell in love
Now just two ghosts there
Holding hands where
Our boiling blood once stood
I’ll always be the girl who chose
Who chose to find the East
While you stayed with the sure sun
So sure of us
With no desire to leave
This does not feel fair, does not feel right
This does not feel fair, does not feel right
What was all that fuss?
I’m not sure I will ever know
What unraveled us, you said
We simply had to let it go
That it was out of our control
Well hey, it never was at all
White picket fence, a sleeping child
And the chance to hold on tight
Or just the breath of
Such a quick love
The sweet blink of an eye
This does not feel fair, does not feel right
This does not feel fair, does not feel right
What was all that fuss?
I’m not sure I’ll ever know
What unraveled us, you said
We simply had to let it go
That it was out of our control
Well hey
Better to have loved at all - Track Name: The Real New York
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They say the neon lights are bright
And everybody walks these streets
to be part of the fight
In the place where you can never
find a single minute’s peace
Caught up in the bustle and the hype
Of forty second street
Broadway and the like
Where the masses come a crashing
Just to get a little peek
Massive signs illuminating doorways
that are anything but one of a kind
They’re entrances to places
That you have already seen
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
I wanna be part of the real New York
And not the one projected all over the world
I wanna be part of the real New York
The one with all the secret dives and secret doors
I wanna be part of the place where dreams
May or may not come true
But the place, nonetheless
Where you never have to be
anyone but you
A man sees me as I’m walking home alone
And he comes up in front of me
grabs me by the shoulder, he says
“Hey little lady, there’s an epic sight to see
If you wanna buy a ticket up
you should buy one from me”
And I say “Woah crazy man,
you better up and let me be
because I am not a tourist, I live in this city!”
Said, give me local, not TGI Fridays,
Those who say “I do it my way”
Not going upwards, but sideways
Down the dirty street, singing
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Chorus
Save me save me
Take me away
Take me, take me please
The real New Yorkers go a running
To the Village, Queens and Brooklyn
Hiding out and having fun
And knowing what is up
Cuz the Empire State is made up of
Dirty and pretty and fake
Real is the stake that I’d like to claim
Singing Oh oh oh
Chorus - Track Name: Lilla
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Holding Bliss upon my shoulders
wishing I were bolder
Wish I knew what I was feeling
A wild little toddler, dancing on the water
Rolling getting dirty, gosh she is so pretty
I love that baby
I can’t wait to see her mother, rolling in the covers
Breathing hard and spooning
watching as the moon seeps through the window
What happens the next day?
We go back to what’s expected
I don’t know, I just know
The stakes have got to be higher than this
Oh girl, I am just too in love to resist
Don’t just wait for the day to come when
You think you might come undone
Cuz I’m here now
I got a taste and I cannot turn around
Well, I could do this forever, every day together
You and me your daughter, dancing on the water
Just being happy
We’re basking in the sunset,
kiss the back of your neck
Staying in each moment, I just want to hold on
Never lose it
Never lose it
What happens the next day
We go back to what’s expected
Well, I don’t know I just know
Chorus
You’ll disappear from my view
Someone else will find you
You’ll have him inside you
That’s what coincides with
How this world turns
But we are what we are and
This is what this is so
Just bring your curves on over and
Let’s let this thing begin
Chorus - Track Name: Train Song
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Every time a change comes
It's gonna stop you in your tracks
And everything you're made of
starts to quiver and to crack
You don't know just how to stand on
the ground that's about to unfold
And you don't believe the voices
that say you can do it alone
Well, there used to be a time when
I knew which steps to take
Yeah I'd wake up every morning
everything so nice in place
Bacon sizzlin', sunlight givin' me hope
to want to face a new day
But nothing stays
Sometimes a wave
Just comes along and takes it away
Takes it away
Watch the train roll on down the track,
Feel what you feel cuz it's never coming back
Then clap your hands to the rhythm of the past
The dust will carry the memory of a kiss
No no no no, it won't always be like this
Just wait right here in the comfort of the wind
Your train will come again
It’s so easy to start thinking
That you're almost out of time
You’re dragging yourself down inside
The bump and grind
But then a moment keeps you going
And suddenly before you can say
"Where is my life?"
A brand new high
Will come along and take you away
Yes child, take you away
Watch the train roll on down the track
Feel what you feel cuz it's never coming back
And then clap your hands to the rhythm of the past
The dust will carry the memory of the kiss
No no no no, it won't always be like this
Wait right here in the comfort of the wind
Your train will come again - Track Name: Find Your Home
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It used to be that nobody went into the city
Without their gloves on
Without their gloves on
It used to be you’d wait all week
To walk the boardwalk
To walk the boardwalk
And the world moved real slow
Just moment to moment
Of holding tight to all of those you loved
This world isn’t made for me anymore
But I don’t need much more
Just to hear you say
You’ll go and find your home
Go and find your home
It used to be there was no hurry
to tell your story
to tell your story
It used to be you didn’t have to prove
You’d been there
You’d been there
And the world was like that
You had what you had
And not just sepia and black and white
It was bright
This world isn’t made for me anymore
But I don’t need much more
Just to hear you say
You’ll go and find your home
Go and find your home
