I had a dream we were together in a restaurant and we were laughing
under the fancy lights of a crowded restaurant, happy and laughing
we were totally at ease
we were not afraid to breathe
because the pandemic had never happened

I had a dream you were once again sweeping me off my feet
we were kissing, my head was spinning, and we were singing in the streets
the streets of New Orleans
it was Mardi Gras morning
and the pandemic had never happened

I value every moment of this life
even the hard bits
even the lonely ones

Sometimes I dream I’m with my sister and my mother and we are all ok
We’re at the house doing normal family things, even bickering
there is no dementia
there is no cancer
as if the whole thing had never happened

I value every moment of this life
even the grief
even the lonely ones

I had a dream we were together in a restaurant and we were laughing
under the fancy lights of a crowded restaurant, happy and laughing
we were totally at ease
we were not afraid to breathe
because the pandemic had never happened

I had a dream you were once again sweeping me off my feet
we were kissing, my head was spinning, and we were singing in the streets
the streets of New Orleans
it was Mardi Gras morning
and the pandemic had never happened

I Dreamt We Were Laughing

February Moon
written by Datri Bean

Thinking of you 
under a fat February moon
you held my hand
as we slipped on the ice in Central Park
we walked for hours after my show
our $6 hats impervious to the snow
not sure when I fell, 
but now we’re in love
and it feels sublime

Thinking of you
under a fat February moon
you held my hand
as we slipped on the ice in Central Park
we walked for hours after my show
all the way to Queens!
impervious to the snow
not sure when I fell,
but now we’re in love
and it feels sublime

Datri Bean - piano, lead vocals, harmony vocals
Wilson Marks - guitar
Lindsey Verrill - bass
Ryan Neubauer - drums

Brian Standefer - cello
Lauryn Gould - alto and bari sax
Thomas Proctor - tenor sax
Mark Gonzales - trombone
Noëlle Hampton - harmony vocals on “February Moon”
Andre Moran - guitar on “Free Swim”
Austin Walton - tuba on “Free Swim”
Jenni Wieland - horn on “The Lover and the Saint”
Tom Crail - tuba on “The Lover and the Saint”


all songs written and arranged by Datri Bean

produced by Datri Bean
engineered by Andre Moran
recorded at Church House Studios and Congress House Studio
mastered by Mark Hallman at Congress House Studio

Waltzing in 5/4

February Moon

WhyAreYouSoMean?

I was winding through the mountains of southern New Mexico a few days ago and suddenly remembered this song. I wrote it years ago. I recorded it when I got home.

Too Hot To Sleep

Foolish: Please don't leave me.  I don't want to ask desperately, but I might.  Don't mean to fight, I am just a foolish girl.  Please forgive me all my trespasses unto you.  I swear, I didn't mean to, I am just a foolish girl.  Wandering hot and lonely in the summertime, drunk on too much thought and too much moonshine.  I reckon I will be just fine if I wake up next to you.  Please stay still while I fly all around you, satellite, catch me in flight, I am just a foolish girl

Ruby

Foolish

Sweet: I lost my wedding ring in a rest-stop, Riverside, California no less.  I didn't even know it was gone until I found myself lost in New Mexico.  The moon was heavy and still, you asleep along the back windowsill.  You were swallowed in blue, in the distant headlights.  I watched you sleep in the rear view mirror.  My love is selfish and incomplete, I know.  My love is shiny and bittersweet.  My love is selfish and incomplete, yet I find it disablingly sweet.  And so we move two thousand miles again, find a small white house we can live in, complete with chickens in the yard and a permanent, impossibly blue August sky.

Sweet

Small Things

This world is not my home, where we leave each other to bleed alone.  Surely this world is not my home, where joy relies on brittle bone.  Oh the small things, dragonflies mating on cellophane wings.  Oh, we rely on the small things to give our hearts the strength to push like spring.  Right now, somebody's laughing, and an old couple falls hungrily in love.  A new mother wipes the sweat from her eyes, and the whole world bleeds, rejoices and dies.  Oh, the small things, a memory so sweet it stings.  Oh, we rely on the small things to give our hearts the strength to push like spring.  This rata-tat-tat train rumbles ever on, past the slums and beggars and country club lawns.  Poverty screams 'till it shatters the sky, and our simple, feeble hearts can barely ask "why?"  Oh, the small things, a baby at the breast while revolution sings.  Oh, we rely on the small things to give our hearts the strength to push like spring.

Small Things

Slow Down Summertime

Sweat Tea

I made a new version of an old song of mine, while staying home due to the pandemic. 

"Mustard Greens" is on my 2011 release Ruby.  https://open.spotify.com/album/3BX47urYLq24QfWApK2big?si=tJTlYyvWQMqHyEpqzdMh8A

Mustard Greens

Datri Bean is a composer, singer, musician, and instigator of fun things. She sings, and plays piano, ukulele, accordion, and cornet. From Austin, Texas, Datri calls her music “Southern-fried jazz”- original songs for a lazy afternoon on the porch.

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