The Christmas We Hoped For

Lyrics posted below.

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Release date: March 1, 2016
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"Peters's metaphor-rich songs remind me more of Josh Ritter, perhaps not in sound or style, but in the depth and substance of her skillfully crafted lyrics."  - No Depression

Lyrics:
hair so blonde it’s nearly white
like the siding on the house that’s faded outside
the room too full of morning light
you can't crawl back in bed and cry, not ’til tonight

the warm summer sky splitting open wide
while all of the years got stuffed back inside
in a drawer labeled "black hole"
the evidence vanishes to where god knows

and the papers were signed
I’m sure that he was waving
but I don’t have that scene
available for playing
and all of these years of feeling sorry
for something
but not sure what

and some sort of half-buried truth
the smell of fermentation
and half-rotted fruit
the heavy weight of expectation
that fell on all of us
the burden of unshakeable proof

the papers were signed
I’m sure that he was waving
but I don’t have that scene
available for playing
and all these years of feeling sorry
for something
but not sure what

all of these years
I’m sorry
but not sure why

All Of These Years

After releasing 4 full-length albums and 2 EPs, Vanessa Peters has finally released her first collection of holiday songs.  The title track is a wistfully optimistic song penned by Peters that sets the tone for the whole album.  The album is a delightful collection of traditional favorites like "White Christmas" and modern Christmas songs like The Weepies' "All That I Want."  The album began as a side project intended to get Vanessa back into the studio after a nearly 3-year hiatus, and it turned into an all-consuming affair that helped Vanessa and her producer, Rip Rowan, get through the hottest summer in 30 years.  As Vanessa said laughingly, "There's nothing quite like singing "White Christmas" while the temperature outside is 110 degrees to really put you in the Christmas spirit.  We really WERE dreaming of a white Christmas at that point."

This is an album sure to be enjoyed by fans of Vanessa's original work and by anyone who enjoys a lovingly-done Christmas album.  The songs have been arranged with her own personal touch, but they stay true to their original spirit and charm.

Please Come Home for Christmas

The Christmas Song

After releasing 4 full-length albums and 2 EPs, Vanessa Peters has finally released her first collection of holiday songs.  The title track is a wistfully optimistic song penned by Peters that sets the tone for the whole album.  The album is a delightful collection of traditional favorites like "White Christmas" and modern Christmas songs like The Weepies' "All That I Want." 

The album began as a side project intended to get Vanessa back into the studio after a nearly 3-year hiatus, and it turned into an all-consuming affair that helped Vanessa and her producer, Rip Rowan, get through the hottest summer in 30 years.  As Vanessa put it, "There's nothing quite like singing "White Christmas" while the temperature outside is 110 degrees to really put you in the Christmas spirit.  We really WERE dreaming of a white Christmas at that point."

This is an album sure to be enjoyed by fans of Vanessa's original work and by anyone who enjoys a lovingly-done Christmas album.  The songs have been arranged with her own personal touch, but they stay true to their original spirit and charm.

Oh Holy Night

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

I think this song is genius. 
I have always loved it, but now more than ever I wanted to release it to a wider audience. 
It says so many important things. 
We can't meet hate with hate. 
We can only meet hate with love. 
Any one of us could have ended up on a different path. 
I am so grateful to Annika Norlin for writing this song. 
It's giving me a lot of hope right now in some very dark times. 
I hope it does the same for you. 
Vanessa


LAST NIGHT BUS

I was 15, had the shape of a capital L 
I still read books about ponies 
This girl I got to know said she was throwing a party 

A party where boys would occur 
Something this cool was unheard of 
In my life this far 

There were four boys at the party 
They weren't special or anything 
Apart from the fact they were boys 

They were real nice to me 
They put on some neo Nazi music 
Said it's pretty good, this neo Nazi music 

And I hummed along 
Tapped my foot along 
To the neo Nazi music 

Now, at 15, some people are grown up 
Have minds of their own 
But me, I was a child 

I was a piece of clay those days 
I could have been molded by anyone 
I was a good kid, just that 
I could have been molded by anyone 

The neo Nazi boys, they were nice to me 
They smiled at me and they noticed me 
But the best thing that ever happened to me 
Is that none of these boys hit on me 

I could have demonstrated 
Played the bass guitar in a neo Nazi band 
Would have been the same in some ways 
And someone else in other ways 

It's my scariest sliding doors memory 
I want it sliced in a shredder 
Thrown out of me 

The last night bus was departing 
So I had to leave 

And I see you on the subway 
You're 30 and you're into hate 
Now, at 30, some people are grown up 
Have minds of their own 

And I get a letter from you man 
You're 50 and you're into hate 
Now, at 50, some people are grown up 
Have minds of their own 

But, you got the wrong attention 
At exactly the right time 
You got the wrong attention 

I'm not gonna hate at you because you hate women 
I'm not gonna hate at you because you hate colour 
I'm gonna wish so hard for someone to give you 
The right attention, the right love 
To turn this around 

That someone's gonna be your last night bus 
This night out on the town 

That someone's gonna be your last night bus 
This night out on the town

credits
released December 2, 2016 
Vocals, acoustic & electric guitars: Vanessa Peters 
Drums, synth: Rip Rowan 
Recorded and mixed by Rip Rowan 
Mastered by Dave McNair 

All lyrics and music copyrighted Annika Norlin. 
Used with license. 

Cover photograph: copyright Peter Morgan (Flickr user Mooganic). 
Altered and used under Creative Commons license.

Last Night Bus

Here's my take on the Texas Christmas classic, "All I Want for Christmas is You," by iconic band Vince Vance and The Valiants.  Enjoy!

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All I Want for Christmas Is You

Lyrics:
I’m still getting used to this place
I closed my eyes and blew away every trace
of anything I might know or recognize
and it’s a little strange to be somewhere
where I have no past to be constantly aware of

but as far as they’re concerned I have nothing
but an empty road behind me and cloudless sky above

but I keep a lucky lire in my wallet
to remind me that money's just a fad
it's just something that we all go through
it's not the object, it's just a thing we had

sometimes this pain just squeezes
it's a like a fist around my heart
I can't breathe or get my motor to start
I'm at the light in neutral
in need of a good shove
or a friendly face, something that looks like love
and some days it feels like there's nothing
but an empty road before me and thundering sky above 

so I keep a lucky shoelace in my pocket 
to remind me to keep my laces tied
to go through all the motions
of getting dressed to face the day
even when it's terrible outside

starting over all again, when will this ever end
is there a finger on the scales?
there goes the gun, i'm at the starting line again
another race to run, but someone has to win

so I keep a lucky hairband in my pocket
to remind me to tie my hair up tight
to put on my best shoes, suit up to win
knowing I'm the dark horse but hoping that I might

Foxhole Prayers

Lucky

Buy on Idol Records

lucky

I feared failure for a long time, I suppose that I still do.
I just ran out of armor, got tired of being poked and examined
submitted for approval but always found wanting
and I'm tired of always selling myself,
of putting my best foot forward all of the time. 
That rabbit I've been chasing is still farther away,
my shoes have come loose and I am tired.

but I never seem to remember
why I'm cut down by all their words
and I don't know how to keep my defenses up
Should be braver, and I know that it's absurd

but lately I've just been in the corner
licking my wounds every night.
Get out there and fight girl,
don't be afraid to bleed
crawl back towards the light
don't be afraid to show your need
smile less and show more bared teeth
get out there and fight girl
bring them to their knees.

I've always had a hard time making leaps
even as a kid I'd spend hours with my toes
curled around the edge, terrified of being pushed,
and screwing up all my courage
And only when the others had grown bored and tired of waiting
the fear of being left alone
would push me towards the water, screaming all the way down...
Though it was never that bad in the end.

but I never seem to remember
that part of the lesson never quite sunk in
I don't know what I'm so afraid of now,
I don't know what I was so afraid of then.

but lately I've just been in the corner
licking my wounds every night.
Get out there and fight girl, don't be afraid to bleed
crawl back towards the light
don't be afraid to show your need
smile less and show more bared teeth
get out there and fight girl
bring them to their knees 
get out there and fight girl
bring them to their knees.

Fight

fight

Lying in the dark whispering foxhole prayers when all seems lost
If you could make just this one thing happen just this one more time, what would it cost
And I know that this seems cheap and easy for me to come crawling to you at the end of the line
But I swear it's never been harder for me to pray than it was this time

foxhole prayers
the sky falling all around
surrounded by this fear
please don't let us down

To really give it over, you've got to let it go
otherwise you're still holding on
but empty hands are the hardest thing to still
when your hope's this far gone

we're all just children hurried out of school
holding hands and told to keep our heads low
and all of this just makes me weary

the woman in the backseat screaming 
yes sir yes sir yes sir
can't anybody hear me?

foxhole prayers

the road is just one long diversion
a endless gravel coercion
coaxing you to think melancholy thoughts
leading you to distant places where you saw only strange faces
but you could touch them if you'd just reach across

'cause we've already come so far
we're closer than you think we are
and we could finish this but first we've gotta start
before it falls apart

the world we live in is so uncertain
everyone I know is hurting
most of us just trying to make it through the day
caught up in a constant deadline
we tell ourselves we're feeling fine
as we fill up the hive mind with nothing much to say

'cause we've already come so far
we're closer than you think we are
and we could finish this but first we've gotta start
before it falls apart

reach out and grab a hand, squeeze it tightly as you can
open your eyes, open your heart

Before It Falls Apart

Idol Records

before it falls apart

I’m still getting used to this place 
I closed my eyes and blew away every trace 
of anything I might know or recognize 
and it’s a little strange to be somewhere 
where I have no past to be constantly aware of 

and as far as they’re concerned I have nothing 
but an empty road behind me and cloudless sky above 

so I keep a lucky lire in my pocket 
to remind me that money's just a fad 
it's just something that we all go through 
it's not the object, it's just a thing we had 

sometimes this pain just squeezes 
it's a like a fist around my heart 
and I can't breathe or get my motor to start 
I'm at the light in neutral 
in need of a good shove 
or a friendly face, something that looks like love 

but some days it feels like there's nothing 
but an empty road before me and thunder from above 

so I keep a lucky shoelace in my pocket 
to remind me to keep my laces tied 
to go through all the motions 
of getting dressed to face the day 
even when it's terrible outside 

starting over all again, when will this ever end 
is there a finger on the scales? 
'cause there goes the gun, I'm at the line again 
another race to run, but someone has to win 

so I keep a lucky hairband in my pocket 
to remind me to tie my hair up tight 
to put on my best shoes, suit up to win 
knowing I'm the dark horse but hoping that I might

credits
releases March 16, 2018 
acoustic, vox: vanessa peters 
bass: andy lester 
drums: john dufilho 
guitar magic: joe reyes 
piano: rip rowan 
mixed by rip rowan 
mastering engineer: dave mcnair

Lucky (radio edit)

vanessa peters: acoustic guitar, vocals
federico ciancabilla: acoustic & electric guitars
andrea colicchia: bass guitar
john dufilho: drums
rip rowan: keyboards

I tried to sleep but it wasn't dark enough
I tried to read, I tried to write
but there wasn't enough light
I tried to meditate but couldn't still my thoughts
I tried to turn it down a notch but found that I could not

so get started while you are young
'cause it'll take til you are old
get started while you are young
'cause it'll take til you are old

It's such a subtle shift, sometimes it takes years
to get the gist of how it changed
something so small caused the sequence of it all
to start a slow unraveling

so get started while you are young
'cause it'll take til you are old
get started while you are young
'cause it'll take til you are old

Get Started

get started

Still Got Time

well get a hold of yourself
'cause the world isn't ending yet --
what about all that rain they forecast that never came?
and get a hold of your fear
'cause it's the only thing that keeps you here
just take a deep breath, and go outside!

'cause you've still got time
as long as you're hearing this
you've still got time
to shake off your loneliness
you've still got time
to make your own happiness
you've still....
you've still....

'cause you can master your circumstance
you're the one in control 
of drawing your every breath and choosing your starring role
so get a hold of your feet
and use them to carry you right into the street
and do something you'd never do!

'cause you've still got time
to patch up your brokenness
you've still got time
to fix what you haven't yet
you've still got time
as long as you're hearing this
you've still....

'cause you've still got time
to shake off your loneliness
you've still got time
to make your own happiness
you've still got time
as long as you're hearing this
you've still....
you've still got time!

Modern Age

Still Got Time

The Try

it's an uphill climb for our heroine
the sun is setting, the air is growing thin
and I can hear the cheers from all my friends
from the safety of base camp

but I don't know how everyone else carries on
well I don't know what they have figured out
and maybe it's not that hot, and we're not about to die
and we could save ourselves if we'd gather up the try

and avoidance of regret is what i'm working on
a life lived without it, or to just move on
to let it go and really, really mean it
to open up my hands and free them for receiving

but I don't know how everyone else carries on
well I don't know what they have figured out
well maybe it's not that hot, and we're not about to die
and we could save ourselves if we'd gather up the try

and the wound I carry tonight is heavy and it won't stop bleeding
no matter how tightly I wrap it up
it's always open, a constant needing

but I don't know how everyone else carries on
well I don't know what they have figured out
and baby it's getting hot, but I'm not afraid to die
and we could save ourselves if we'd gather up the try
oh we could save ourselves if we'd gather up the try

The Try

Yes

I'm so tired of smiling and saying yes
of always being passed up
when I was clearly next
but I don't have the courage
to put my anger to the test

and I know that this ain't fair
I've heard it all my life
but that won't get me anywhere
so I keep turning on the knife

but I'm so tired of smiling and saying yes
of always being passed up
when I was clearly next
but I don't have the courage
to put my anger to the test

and I know that I don't play
all their silly games
I just do it my own way
but I'm angry all the same

I just take it all in stride
try not to quit the fight
I keep my fists balled by my side
and my lips pulled back real tight

but I'm so tired of smiling and saying yes
of always being passed up
when I was clearly next
but I don't have the courage
to put my anger to the test
and I'm so fucking tired
of saying yes

The Weight of This

I don’t need you to be apologetic
I need you to be decisive and make the final cut
you're not saving anything by giving it a softer landing
no amount of pretty words can cover up

the constant lo-hum buzzing of regret inside my ears
it's got my balance all worn out and I’m tipping towards my fear

'cause we can't forget the things we've done
and we can't forgive who we've become
and the weight of this weighs a ton
and it crushes us til we are numb

well maybe if I could have stuck the landing
there'd have been a better chance for you to understand me

but I’m unable to stop playing this in reverse
and all the mistakes caught on tape only make it worse

'cause we can't forget the things we've done
we can't forgive who we've become
and the weight of this weighs a ton
and it crushes us til we are numb

so now that we broke free and dodged the bullet
tell me why's it so hard to just let go of it

and we can't forget the things we've done
we can't forgive who we've become
and the weight of this, it weighs a ton
and it crushes us...
and we can't forget the things we've done
we can't forgive who we've become
and the weight of this, it weighs a ton
and it crushes us til we are numb

The Weight of This

Never Really Gone

it feels good to push the bruise
and realize it's gone
it's just skin, there's nothing bleeding underneath
nothing damaged or torn

and I don't trust it yet but I stuck a toe out on the ice
maybe coming back didn't make it crack
it's clearer in hindsight

that I was never really gone
I carried it inside
always afraid to lose what I had
I came back to find that
I was never really gone

and I'll never forget the fortune
that brought me on this path
all the people I'd have never got to know
if I had let fear turn me back
and I left some signs along the road
I traveled from here to there
and back again and again and again
maybe I left home, but in the end 

I was never really gone
I carried it inside
always afraid to lose what I had
I came back to find that
I was never really gone
never really gone

maybe I outgrew this place
or maybe I just thought I did
maybe I just needed to spread my wings
and fly around a little bit

'cause I was never really gone
I carried it inside
always afraid to lose what I had
I came back to find that
I was never really gone
never really gone
never really gone

Never Really Gone

The Band Played On

I buried myself in sunshine
I had to break through the clouds
so I played happy pop songs
and turned them up way too loud

and yes I got a bit sunburned
but it's a victory I earned

so what else are we gonna do?
we can't give up just 'cause the bastards won
I'm going down with the ship and they'll say
the band played on, the band played on
the band played on and the band played on 

we should've sounded the alarm much sooner
'cause we held on too long
thinking things were gonna turn a corner
it looks like we were wrong

'cause we were seeing things for what they weren't 
and that's a lesson we gotta learn

so what else are we gonna do?
we can't give up just 'cause the bastards won
I'm going down with the ship and they'll say
the band played on and the band played on
the band played on and the band played on
the band played on and the band played on

and I don't care if my back's against the wall
I'm coming at 'em like a cannonball

'cause what else are we gonna do?
we can't give up just 'cause the bastards won
I'm going down with the ship and they'll say
the band played on and the band played on
the band played on and the band played on
the band played on and the band played on
the band played on and the band played....

The Band Played On

Hood Ornament

born with a shirt on your back, born at third base
acting like you hit a triple
you've got a choir of yes men to sing all your praise
I'm stuck here playing second fiddle

if it were easy anyone would do it
I've worked so hard to get this far
but when it really gets right down to it
the old boys are standing guard
they cross their arms, the door is barred
they're standing guard

rolling stones uphill, tugging at my bootstraps
I take a break, they crash back down
trying to catch my breath, running on the treadmill
I'm never covering new ground

if it were easy anyone would do it
I've worked so hard to get this far
but when it really gets right down to it
the old boys are standing guard
they cross their arms in the schoolyard
they're standing guard

took my place up on the stage at the big event
all alone in a crowd of men
one of them looked me up and down and said --
I thought you were the hood ornament

if it were easy anyone would do it
but why's it gotta be so damn hard
and when it really gets right down to it
the old boys are standing guard
they cross their arms, the door is barred
the old boys are standing guard
the old boys are standing guard

Hood Ornament

Valley of Ashes

wasting all my time away
sitting by the door
waiting for the bell to ring
and pray for something more

the last time that you came to call
I tried to explain
the way you make me feel inside
is making me insane

reaching for the bottle
to fill the empty glass
nausea up inside of me
I wait for it to pass

you say you're coming back this way
you won't say when
you say you're coming back
but I'm afraid to ask
I'm afraid to ask 
I'm afraid and I'm

watching headlights coming round the bend
and I'm waiting for you to come around again
and now come back
to the valley of ashes
to the valley of ashes

you love me like an object
addiction you won't quit
you swear to me you cannot stop
a sickness you can't fix

and you can't live forever
that's what I told myself
I climbed into the taxi and turned into someone else
turned into someone else
turned into someone that's

watching headlights coming round the bend
and I'm waiting for you to come around again
and come back
to the valley of ashes
to the valley of ashes
to the valley of ashes

Valley of Ashes

Crazymaker

been chewing on this bitter pill for so long
but it's a jawbreaker
well all that I did wrong was let myself get strung along
it's too easy to make excuses for a faker

but I do you the favor, forget your bad behavior 
we'll just chalk it up to my failure to see

you were a crazymaker, a bomb about to crater
I was looking for a savior, shame on me
shame on me
shame on me
shame on me

and I'm the easy thing you reach for
when you need something to hold
yes I know what's good for me
I just pay no mind
and time and time again it gets so old

but I just do you the favor, forget your bad behavior 
we'll just chalk it up to my failure to see
you were a crazymaker, a bomb about to crater
I was looking for a savior, shame on me
shame on me
shame on me
shame on me

knowin' I've been taken for a ride but
takin' the ride anyway
what will happen when the bomb goes off?
will I find another reason to stay?

I do you the favor, forget your bad behavior 
we'll just chalk it up to my failure to see
you were a crazymaker, a bomb about to crater
I was looking for a savior, shame on me
shame on me
shame on me
shame on me

Crazymaker

Make Up My Mind

the sky is just as gray as when it started
and some things never change
but I'm not so brokenhearted I can't
rearrange these deck chairs one more time

and I woke up this morning
to find the world on fire
but the burn was controlled
and we all just went to work
like it was fine
like it was fine

'cause most of us are as happy as we wanna be
oh what a curse, that I can never decide
'cause I've considered every possibility
now if I could just make up my mind

tell everyone what I'm worth
punch above my weight
stop being afraid
listening for the crowd's roar
and wondering where it's at
take the bully straight down to the mat

'cause most of us are as happy as we wanna be
oh what a curse, that I can never decide
'cause I've considered every possibility
now if I could just make up my mind

and I woke up this morning
to find the world on fire
but the burn was controlled
and we all just went to work
like it was fine
like it was fine

'cause most of us are as happy as we wanna be
oh what a curse, that I can never decide
'cause I've considered every possibility
now if I could just make up my mind

Make Up My Mind

Modern Age

my favorite memories were made on grandma's porch
I still look for it when I drive by, but it's not there anymore
when she passed on they tore it down
poured a ton of concrete in the ground
and put up a giant box with fake hardwood floors

'cause a house without four bedrooms, there isn't room enough
so build a new one twice as big and fill it up with stuff...

'cause that's how it goes in today's modern age
as soon as it's made, it gets thrown away
we're operating at surge capacity
and I really miss the way it used to be
yeah, I really miss the way it used to be

and I still remember when our phones would get turned off
sometimes we'd just be unavailable after ten o'clock
and it wasn't any kind of crime
if every now and then you went offline
and big brother wasn't always listenin' when you would talk

now we check our phones and we check the news eighty-five times a day
but I don't understand the draw; there's nothing good there anyway

and that's how it goes in today's modern age
as soon as it's made, it gets thrown away
we're running on a drained battery
and I really miss the way it used to be
yeah, I really miss the way it used to be
and I really miss the way it used to be

Weaving thoughtful, introspective lyrics with irresistible melodies, Vanessa Peters has been releasing album after album of well-crafted folk/rock gems for more than a decade. She has played 1000s of shows across the US and Europe and has recently opened for artists like Josh Rouse, 10,000 Maniacs, John Oates, Matthew Sweet, Mikaela Davis, Lucette, and Horse Feathers.  2019 also saw her profile raise on the national music scene when she was invited to perform on NPR's Mountain Stage and at Americana Fest. 

Her latest album, "Modern Age," achieved international recognition with a month on the German indie-rock charts with her hit single, "Crazymaker" as well as a coveted berth at Ramblin' Roots festival at Tivoli in Utrecht, The Netherlands.  Vanessa's previous album, "Foxhole Prayers" (Idol Records) also received stellar reviews; MOJO gave the album 4 stars, proclaiming that "her songs have the intensity of short stories; gut-punching, laconic" and No Depression says that "her instantly accessible songs—a mix of gorgeous ballads and well-hooked rockers—come loaded with pensive, clever lyrics." 

Vanessa is currently completing her 14th studio album, tentatively titled "Flying on Instruments."  The album is expected in the 2nd half of 2023.

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"A brilliant songwriter with a literary quality that makes her songs comparable to short stories, Vanessa Peters is Dallas’s Aimee Mann."  - Dallas Morning News

"Vanessa Peters is a great songwriter from Texas, who shifts her laconic short stories here from the usual Americana sound into a brilliant power pop rock like Aimee Mann used to do. Juliana Hatfield or Sheryl Crow did. And suddenly you just want to hear this voice." - Der Spiegel

“All in all a lovely album. There are plenty of skilled musicians and exceptional vocalists around but not so many as lyrically adept as Vanessa Peters.”
- Americana UK

"A masterful storyteller and supremely gifted lyricist, Peters’ words sparkle like diamonds in the lines of 'Carnival Barker.' Foxhole Prayers drips with magical, classic-style singer / songwriter allure." - Ink19

"It’s thought-provoking, meaningful and powerful storytelling in form of a beautiful folk rock song…. Among the finest albums I’ve heard this year." - One Chord to Another

“The singer-songwriter’s fifth full-length, the album’s rich with intimate observations and relaxed, natural musicianship even on exuberant anthems such as “Grateful.” Her writing and unaffected deliver evokes Aimee Mann as well as the Weakerthans’ John K. Samson”
- David Greenwald, music critic for the Oregonian

“Hooks a-plenty…there isn’t a bad track on the record. I defy anyone with an ear for a catchy melody sung in a beautiful, rich, and completely engaging voice not to be enamoured with this baby.” (8 of 10 stars)
– Americana UK

“Vanessa Peters and ICOM’s “Sweetheart, Keep Your Chin Up” may well be my 2009 disc of the year.”
– Hickory Wind (USA)

“Vanessa is a true poet and a brilliant singer/songwriter”
– Rootsville (BE)

“the best kind of singer-songwriter”
– The Dallas Observer

“a true poet … tunes that move and delight the ears”
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“This is the record I’ve been waiting for Aimee Mann to make for years”
– Heartache with Hardwork

“Peters gets it right … reminiscent of Suzanne Vega and Beth Orton”
– Maverick Magazine (UK)

“The album shows a wonderful mix of folk, Americana and alt-country of the highest level…both instrumentally and lyrically, this album is one of her best creations.”
- Rootstime (Belgium)

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