B is for Baroness

by Molly White

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    B is for Baroness is a project I began in LA and continue on both coasts. Using my own experiences of love, loss and affection, I wanted these songs to start where the German-born Dadaist Elsa Von Frietag Loringhiven left off 100 years ago in her voyage to express her own voice.

    I call this music Whimsical Torch Song Pop. The tunes are sweet and simple, others traditionally filled out and conforming to the warmest parts of a French waltz musette, a Mexican ballad, a retrofit samba or a grrrl rock classic. Thanks for your interest!

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1.
Intro 01:43
Welcome everybody, welcome to the show, we've come from such great distances to be here don't you know? We'll try to entertain you then ask you what you think, and if you're feeling awkward, then I suggest you drink. Ah but don't be alarmed we are good girls yes that's right, but we like silly songs to take us through the night. So sit back and relax, undo all your stress and don't forget tonight that B is for Baroness!
2.
Baroness 04:03
Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven She wore lights on her dress, alerting all the press, a punk rock fashion avatar, yeah. She walked New York City, looking very pretty, vermilion in her hair, yeah. Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven A quintessential outcast, she had no need for the past, a natural futurist, yeah. She spoke out against the war, stole items from the store, she jumped from the police car. Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven I like to go up tall buildings, I like to look down I like to see little people, somewhere below me walking around Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven Wore tin cans on her chest, a canary in its nest, a non-acquieser, yeah. Like you and me she turned and tossed, and she thought that she was lost, deserted by her lovers, yeah, Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven
3.
Tumbleweed 04:18
I gagged as the tumbleweed rolled off my tongue and Onto the highway as we drove along Like our lost love it roamed the mesas And hit all the cars from different places It formed in my belly and grew into a tree With tiny twigs poking out of me Pieces broke off and fell in the soup You swallowed them not knowing, ooooooh I rolled you, you rolled me, tangled in the tumbleweed We were pulling at our strings trying to knit each other free From that human spoil, from that senseless debris Pulling out of driveways and climbing out on peaks Trying to make it all right but wasting all our weeks I soaked up all that heat from those mineral springs I couldn’t help but feel that I was bumping into things That tumbleweed came towards me and it knocked me down I slipped and I went tumbling back to town I rolled you, you rolled me, tangled in the tumbleweed The glow from the stove gave us a kind of home With comforting sounds on the radio We didn’t see it coming that tumbling weed We were oh so happy and so alone Disintegrated, obliterated, Not much left but tiny traces A million miles and still there are shadows, Highs and lows of yesterday’s battles I rolled you, you rolled me, tangled in the tumbleweed
4.
My House 03:43
Write me a poem and make it long florid and lush So I may linger on the words and dream I am resting So Inviting Say that you’ll stay and be here when I wake up We’ll go down to the river and forge our way clear To the other side of this place Oh my love, I know this I’m afraid to say it Oh my love, I know this Oh my love, oh my love From your lips come no poems And I sputter to fill the space Waking from my reverie, quickly taking clean laundry From the line you hung outside my house My house, my open house My house with room for two My house with sliding doors My house my house it could also be yours Oh my love, I know this I’m afraid to feel it Oh my love, I know this I’m afraid I know this I know this Write me a poem and make it long florid and lush So I may linger on the words and dream I am resting So Inviting To be open in this place
5.
The first time we met, at a French banquet, I was lost, I didn’t have a clue You were wearing a tux, in the hotel deluxe, and I was wearing baby blue Then you asked me to sway, and I said okay, we danced together from dusk till two I was caught unaware, I didn’t think I would care about someone so fun, so light, so new You are no temporary lover don’t you see Baby please, won’t you come home to me We sailed every day in a great big bay, tacking to that rock-musette You played the accordion, and I played the violin, and we sang a sweet duet And while the sun went down, the gulls flew around, crying loudly it was no secret When it was time to say goodbye, in that month on July, you called me petit chou, your love, your pet You are no temporary lover don’t you see I’m down on my knees, won’t you come home to me Now you’ve sailed away, And I am left alone It’s winter and the rains won’t stop, I’m soaking to the bone…and wondering How would it be, would we be happy, together on that big bateau Would you sing me a song, would we get along, Would we map our course below Oh but I haven’t heard, not even a bird, Will tell me what I fear to know That you’ve found a good girl, a diamond or a pearl, While I’m stuck on you and feeling so low You are no temporary lover don’t you see If you come home I will call you mon cherie You are no temporary lover don’t you see Won’t you come home to me, permanently
6.
I woke up this morning and I held my head, the bills are stacked so high You called on Monday and I can’t figure out, how all this time flew by Clearly, we’re not meant to be but please remind me How your jokes and post-it notes were not enough to see our love through It’s funny how in retrospect our love seems so tall But at the time it might have been nothing really at all Clearly, we’re not meant to be but, please remind me How your jokes and post-it notes were, not enough to see our love through …but I really want to be In love again, it’s how I want to be, in love again, it’s how I want to feel In love again, it’s how I want to be, in love again We talked about our lives since then, now I can only see your face I’m starting again and I’m finding friends but no one is worth the chase Clearly, we’re not meant to be but, please remind me How your jokes and post-it notes were, not enough to see our love through …but I really want to be In love again, it’s how I want to be, in love again, it’s how I want to feel In love again, it’s how I want to be, in love again
7.
Come a little closer I think you’re so fine If we got together we’d have a real good time But I’m too old for you, yeah I’m too old for you, oh I’m too old for you If you were much older we could take a ride Your parents wouldn’t worry they’d say it’s all right But I’m too old for you, I’m too old for you, I’m too old for you And I think you look kinda cute when you sweat oh yeah I think you look kinda cute in my net oh yeah If you were my captain we could hang around You could take me sailing and later back to town But I’m too old for you, I’m too old for you, I’m too old for you If you were my boyfriend you could stay all night But you are just a school boy practicing your lines But I’m too old for you, I’m too old for you, I’m too old for you Come a little closer, baby, I think you’re so fine. If we got together, baby, we’d have a real good time But I’m too old for you, I’m too old for you, I’m too old for you Come a little closer baby, I think you’re so fine If we got together we’d have a real good time I’m not too old for you, baby, you’re real cute
8.
Bad Haircut 02:43
If I had a million minutes, I couldn’t finish my homework and If I had a million bullets, I couldn’t kill the pain inside my head, oh I’m dead Oh I don’t wanna go to school today, I’d rather stay in bed Oh I don’t wanna go to school today my hair cut is bad, my hair cut is bad, oh I’m mad, and sad If I had a million dollars, I’d buy everybody some coffee, and If they had a lot of homework, they could drink some coffee and stay up late and study Oh I don’t wanna go to school today, I’d rather stay in bed Oh I don’t wanna go to school today my hair cut is bad, my hair cut is bad, oh I’m mad, and sad I don’t wanna have to go to school, I’d rather stay home and cook some food I don’t wanna have to go to school, I’d rather stay home and eat tofu One hundred pages of history, I can’t get those dates straight Argentina, Peru, and Chile, all were liberated by that same San Martin oh you’re my dream Oh I don’t wanna go to school today, I’d rather stay in bed Oh I don’t wanna go to school today my hair cut is bad, my hair cut is bad, oh I’m mad, and sad I'm mad and I'm sad and I'm mad and I'm sad, I'm mad and I'm sad and I'm mad and I'm sad
9.
I opened my eyes real early today, I had the feeling that I wanted to stay there So I looked up at the ceiling, ‘til the feeling went away I walked outside and the sun was so bright, not too long ago, it had been night The dogs of time were chasing me down and I wanted to fight it Should I go left or right or should I stay on target? Stories that I know so well, I like to tell, but they’re a fiction The phoenix and the unicorn, like uniforms become an addiction I met a man on a train outa town, he looked me up and he looked me down He said “in the end you’ll find all that’s pink turns to brown” Well that stumped me and I turned my head, I had the idea to go back to bed I checked my pockets … all I heard was this sound Sometimes in the summer time I can go along and try to pretend It’s all as it’s supposed to be, a book’s a book, a tree’s a tree And that’s the end, … of the story, but not really I opened my eyes real early today, I had the feeling that I wanted to stay there So I looked up at the ceiling, ‘til the feeling went away Stories that I know so well, I like to tell, but they’re a fiction The phoenix and the unicorn, like uniforms become an addiction
10.
Once we were so happy our lives were intertwined We’d dance to reggae, then drink herbal tea to unwind Once we were so happy, our lives were intertwined We’d go and see the lights in Griffith Park at Christmas time You took me to Downey once to get my window fixed I drew you up a nice hot bath when you were getting sick And didn’t we have a very good time Once we were so happy our lives were intertwined We’d go on walks and help the people who were in a bind Once we were so happy our lives were intertwined We’d talk about the news and sing songs to ease our minds I took you to the beach when you flew in from the bay You gave me a red butterfly, I wore it every day And didn't we have a very good time. These are pictures of you, they are the pictures I choose, it’s not any news, that when your house is dark as night all you can think to do is let in the light… AY DE MI! AHORA QUE ESTOY SOLA! Y EL, SE FUE CON OTRA MUJER! POBRE DE MI! AY DE MI! PODRE DE MI! AY DE MI, POBRE DE MI! These are pictures of you, they are the pictures I choose, it’s not any news, that when your house is dark as night all you can think to do is let in the light and open up a window Once we were so happy, our lives were intertwined We’d sit through scary movies, scream and cover up our eyes Once we were so happy, our lives were intertwined It’s why it was so difficult for us to say goodbye It’s nice to get your postcards, I trust you’re doing well Now here’s my postcard back to you with rainbows, and bells Didn't we have a very time?

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released August 15, 2010

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Molly White Los Angeles, California

I write witty songs for the whimsical. I play instruments and I sing. I also teach others how to do these things, especially the little ones whose hearts are ready and fingers wise.

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