carol williams cd hey joan PERFORMER / INTERPRÈTE: carol williams
Album Title (titre de l'album): HEY JOAN Commentaries on Her
Version of Hey Joe: song Hey Joan (Hey Joe)
Hendrix cover - female singer
in English
Duration of Hey Joe: 4:02
Musical genre / Genre musical: Folk, Jazz
Medium (Support): CD
Label: LITTLE BECK MUSIC
Cat. Number (Référence): 15762 25032
Mono / Stereo: Stereo
Origin of medium: USA
©: recorded (enregistré): 2009
®: released (paru): 2010
Country of interpreter: Performer from Chicago, Illinois, USA
Members: (membres) Carol Williams: Vocals, Keyboards, Flute
Website: http://www.carolwilliammusic.com/
Recorded and mixed at Studio Chicago, in Chicago, Illinois, October 2009

on the artwork, link to Carol Williams' website is www.carolwilliamsmusic.com
but , at this url, there is another singer also named Carol Williams.

Carol Williams CD Hey Joan cover out

Carol Williams CD Hey Joan cover in

Carol Williams CD Hey Joan label

Carol Williams CD Hey Joan insert front

Carol Williams CD Hey Joan insert back

1. Hey Joan 4:00
2. Products of Perfection 5:10
3. Run 5:25
4. Mothers 4:15
5. Earth 2:55
6. Jesus on a Chain 5:35
7. Going to the Woods 4:25
8. My Children 5:05

text from the insert:

On her way to 2010, Corol Williams has been a car-hop at a Dog-N-Suds, an aide at a nursing home, a dishwasher, lifeguard, receptionist, waitress,
a swim instructor, waitress, a Yellow cabdriver, a Chicago Board of Trade runner, a waitress, short-order cook, music teacher, waitress, retail clerk,
a US Army staff Sergeant, a Medical Assisting instructor, and an Emergency Room nurse. She lives in Chicago with her husband and their daughter.
As a musician, she's sang and played piano, sax and flute with Chicago bands, East Coast Show bands, Army Bands, big Bands, small Bands, medium Bands, her own bands, an all-women's band, many all-men's bands, and a USO band with Gary Sinise (the "Lt. Dan Band"). She's played piano for modern dance classes and had poetry published, ran a recording Studio and label with her husband Kimo, and collaborated with him on his Symphonie compositions and his Fusion-istic Big Band "Kimotion". Two of her four CDs of original music are recorded with Danny Gottlieb (drummer with Pat Metheny). She's dropped in and out of a total of 12 Colleges and universities, including Berklee College of Music in Boston. She's played solo at anti-war rallies, has had letters printed in the Chicago Tribune, and can be heard on YouTube with her song "Empty Boots".
You can hear all of this in her voice, described by Chuck Berg (Jazz Times) as "rarified and yet earthy", a "countrified Laura Nyro" (Jeff Penczak).
And you can hear it in her songs. You can hear a lot of your own life in her songs, too, because chances are, you've also done some of these things
along the way. Perhaps you were waiting for someone like Carol to put it into music.
Carol Williams—vocals, keyboards, flute Chuck Kawal—recording engineer Kimo Williams—all photography and graphic design
All songs composed, arranged and produced by Carol Williams, except "Earth" written by Les Barker, and "Hey Joan" based on "Hey Joe" written by
Billy Roberts
Recorded and mixed at Studio Chicago, Chicago, IL, October, 2009
For more Information about Carol Williams, go to: www.carolwilliamsmusic.com

I. Hey Joan
Hey Joan--where you going with that gun in your hand? Hey Joan--where you going with that gun in your hand? I'm going to shoot my old man: I caught
him messing around with another woman. I'm going to shoot my old man: I caught him messing around with another woman.
Hey Joan--I heard you shot your old man down. Hey Joan--I heard you shot your old man down. Yes I did, yes I did: I caught him messing around town.
Yes I did, yes I did: I caught him messing around town.
Hey Joan--where you going to run to now? Hey Joan--where you going to run to now? I'm going to run and find myself a place where a woman can be
free. I'm going to go and find myself a place where the rope won't find me.

2. Products of Perfection
She spends 60 billion dollars a year just to look good for him. She will spend most of her day thinking of ways to please and tease. I used to think that
we were on the right track, so we don't have to play that game. We finally got our Chance to be free—but not to be somebody's trophy toy, a playmate
for an ad campaign.
Polish, dye and perfume; exfoliant and scrub. Toner, tweezing, shaving; cosmetology. Laser, scalpel, implant; plastic surgery.
Reduction and injections: thong and bikini wax.
She makes 60 million dollars a year making you look at her. She sings and prances on 1he big stage dressed in less than your underwear.
The men in suits who market her Show
say she's all about "empowerment". But it's the same old selling, just more skin—and it's our daughters who will pay for it: they're buying into
everything she is.
Panty hose and high heels; bustier and garter beit. Blush, foundation, liner; conditioner and spray. False eyelashes, manicure; bubble bath and shower
gel. Cosmo and tiara: miracle brassiere.
It's a trillion dollar industry that needs us to think we're never good enough. You grow up thinking you don't need to be smart: you'd rather look just like
the magazine. It's an impossible iie that no one can live. If you would be the one you really are, you'd see that love is not that hard to find.
Make-up kit, pink hair bow; ultra-lasting lipstick gloss. Blond highlights, concealer; Waterproof mascara. Toe ring and engagement ring; cuticle
remover. Glitter two-tone eye shadow: Obsession with perfection.
Homecoming Queen, Cheerleader, Playboy Bunny, startet, pom-pom girl, chick Singer. Debutante, First Lady, pin-up girl, bride, Solid Gold dancer.
Princess, ballerina, fashion plate, cover girl, eye candy. Go-go dancer, bridesmaid, super model, diva, Barbie Doll, beach bunny.
Prom Queen, hot date, Miss America 36-24-36, 36-24-36

3. Run
Run, run away: Run, run alone: Run, run on your own.
Why do we cling to the dream of the vow? He'll pursue his adventures; you'll do the chores. You'll seil out your spirit to orbit his life, you'll streamline
your schedule to fit with his day. Consulting for free, volunteering your time; to nurse him in illness, you would end your career. You'll stunt your ambition
for family and home—the home of the self-made man.
Here is the way that his world will reward you: They'll break up your partnership, split up your team. You'll have to beg for your own recognition: in the
drama of him, there is no room for you. They'll re-play his life story and downplay your input, as if you were the passenger, he was the pilot. You're just
his guest, a companion to bring to the banquet of his success.
It's not the man, it's the machine, it's the ring, it is the role, it's the wedding, it's the world that can divide and then negate you. It's the veil, it's vow, that
can zero and subtract you. It's the marriage, it's the math, it is the unequal equation.
How could you have known that your license to marry could steal your identity, and annul who you are? How eise could you feel when the work you
have shared is awarded to him as his prize?
Before you walk that aisle, before you dress in white, before you say "I Do";, before the world to see: Before you dance the dance, before you take his
name, before you lose your life, before you are his wife: It's not the man, it's the machine, it's the ring, it is the role, it's the wedding, it's the world that
can divide and then negate you.
It's the veil, it's vow, that can zero and subtract you. It's the marriage, it's the math, it's the unequal equation.

4. Mothers
It wasn't anything she could teil you; it wasn't anything she could teil herseif. It wasn't anything she could teil her mind to change it. It wasn't anything
she could have known. It wasn't anything to do with not loving her own; some would say it was her selfish ways, her childish ways—some would say it
was the truth, and that she was not alone to feel that having that baby put a weight where her wings once were, it was a load too heavy to carry.
Having that babe was like a leash around her neck. Having that baby put the noose around her life.
She couldn't get used to always being in Charge, being a police in her own house, in he' own backyard: she didn't like the things it made her say and
do, she didn't like the way it changed her tone of voice. You know, mothers they feel too much, they worry too much; they never know what it is that
they do that's too much. She thought she had the rest of the world to explore, but no more, she's tied and bound to the breath of a new life.
Having that baby put a weight where her wings once were, it was a load too heavy to carry. Having that babe was like a leash around her neck.
Having that baby put the noose around her life. Having that baby built the fence that locked her in, locked her in with love and Obligation, locked her in
with heavy chains of responsibility. It was loving that baby put the leash around her neck; It was her conscience put the noose around her life.
You look at your mama, you don't like what you see; you look at yourself, you don't like who you be, and you know you blame her; you think that she
made you into the one that you are today. But think of her back then, and who she was; think of her back then, and what she wanted to be, and then
you turn it around—maybe it was you who made her into the way that she is today— maybe having that baby put a weight where her wings once were,
it was a load too heavy to carry. Having that babe was like a leash around her neck. Having that baby put the noose around her life.

5. Earth
I was here before your father, I'll be here when you are gone. See you give way to another, I'll be here when he moves on. Drops of water in my ocean,
tides of life to ebb and flow. I was here before your father, I'll be here the day you go.
I cannot be won by losses, nor can I be bought by blood. Borne away on seas of crosses, men who lie where once they stood. I am not your prize for
dying, I am not your gift by birth. Time moves on, in time denying all your lives upon my earth.
Tides of life, your tides of battle briefly touch my soil with red. I am not the Victors' chattel, nor am I owned by the dead. I am earth, I am eternal—you
are but one moments' pause. Just a line lost in my joumal, you are mine, I am not yours.
I was here before your father, I'll be here when you are gone. See you give way to another, I'll be here when he moves on. I am earth, I am eternal; you
are but one moments' pause. I am earth, I am eternal: you are mine, I am not yours. You are mine, I am not yours. You are mine, I am not yours.

6. Jesus on a Chain
He's going to cruise the avenue to pick up girls. His car will burn a tank of gas into the air. He brought along a lot of beer to help get lucky, and he's got
Jesus on the dashboard of his car. He's got Jesus on a Chain around his neck: he's got Jesus on the dashboard of his car. He's got Jesus on a Chain
around his neck, he must be all right.
A lot of what you see if you watch MTV is about the girls you could get lucky with. The guys have guns they like to wave while they are dancing, and
they've got Jesus tattooed all across their skin. They've got Jesus on a Chain around their neck, they've got Jesus tattooed all across their skin.
They've got Jesus on a Chain around their neck, they must be all right.
Let's go dig more gold out of the mountain, mine all the silver out of the streams, melt the metal for one more crucifix. We can weave more miles of
platinum Chain, blast the quarry for the precious störe, seil another 14 karet Christ.
He got a war started you just could not believe, he had his finger on the button for the bomb. He spent billions we could use to solve our problems; he
had a cross pinned to the collar of his suit. He had Jesus on a Chain around his neck, he had a cross pinned to the collar of his suit. He put Jesus on
a Chain around our flag, we must be all right.
They voted him to be the king of all their souls, he gets to write the rules for all the mortal sins. He teils the women what they can and what they can't do,
and he's got Jesus on a crown upon his head. He's got Jesus on a Chain around his neck, he's got Jesus on a crown upon his head. He's got Jesus
on a Chain around his neck, he must be all right.

7. Going to the Woods
In her school days she was pretty, populär and smart. She could pick and choose from all the boys who asked her out. Just like today, they took a girl
as far as she would go. They called it: "going to the woods". She never gave herseif away: she saved herseif for marriage, so that she would be a
decent Christian woman.
There was one who had to have her, he pursued her with no end. Handsome and ambitious, she could not deny his charm. He tried everything he
could to win her love for him,
but she'd heard too many rumors of his past. So she refused him in the woods, and she refused him everywhere, because she was a decent Christian
woman.
He went into the Army, to learn to fly the planes; determined he could someday prove himself to her. 8ut when he read her letter saying she would never
have him, he wrote her back and told her of his plan. He got into his plane—with his trainer right beside him, and he took it up as high as he could fly.
He got into his plane—with his trainer right beside him, and he nose-dived it straight into the ground.
She alone knew what he did, and she knew that it was murder. She knew that it was done with her name upon his lips. The unsuspecting victim of his
secret suicide shared the
blame for his "accident". And sixty years would pass, before she told another soul, and all that time she was a decent Christian woman.
She was devoted to her family, pious in her church, faithful to her husband, loyal to the end. But when she gave in to temptation to cover up the crime,
it was her conscience that she cheated on. If you go into the woods to lie down with your lover, they will say that you are not a decent woman.
But when you keep your silence to cover up the truth—now that's a greater sin than going to the woods.

8. My Children
My children, we have given you life. My children, we should give you a good life. We should keep you safe and well until you've had a Chance to grow,
until you've had a Chance
to learn to live your own life. But my children all we give you are things; things that have no meaning. Things that take the place of our time with you,
things that break and aren't
even worth repair.
My children, we have given you life. My children, we should give you a good life. We should keep you safe and well until you've had a Chance to grow,
until you've had a Chance
to learn to live your own life. But my children all we give you are rules; rules that have no reason. Rules that only work if we know right from wrong, if we
live them every day side by side with you.
My children we have given you life. My children we should give you a good life. We should keep you safe and well until you've had a Chance to grow,
until you've had a Chance to learn to live your own life. But my children all we give you is war; wars that have no ending. War that we have used you to
fight in our name; we've sent you to take the bullets and to face the fire.
My children we have given you life. We were hoping we could give you a good life. We tried to keep you safe and well until you had a Chance to grow,
but you are like every child before who wants to learn their own way. It is true what the poet has said: "Genius is youth and wisdom". We gave up our
youth when we gave you life; take the wisdom of our age and use it now.
My children don't forget to enjoy your life. My children, we hope you have you a long life. So keep yourselves safe and well; give yourselves a Chance
to grow, and find us all a better way to live all our lives.

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