Happy Momadon Day!

My momma loves me
Yes, she do!
My momma loves me
It’s totally true!
My momma loves me
Do-dee-do
And guess what? I love her, too!

She made me real,
She wiped my butt,
Gave me good food
(But no peanuts!).
For everything 
You did for us:
Happy Momadon Day!

When I got hurt,
Or sometimes scared,
She’d hold me tight
To show she cared.
The best of her,
She always shared.
Happy Momadon Day!

My momma loves me
Yes, she do!
My momma loves me
It’s totally true!
My momma loves me
Do-dee-do
And guess what? I love her, too!

She guided me
To who I am
(Even that phase when I called myself “Sam”)
Cheering on
As our biggest fan!
Happy Momadon Day!

She got us to 
The things we need,
Like doctors, dentists,
School, and shrinks.
(Otherwise, Dad’d be 
On the brink!)
Happy Momadon Day!

My momma loves me
Yes, she do!
My momma loves me
It’s totally true!
My momma loves me
Do-dee-do
And guess what? I love her, too!

Don’t be sad
Now that we’re grown,
Making stories
Of our own.
Just pick up 
The telephone!
Happy Momadon Day!

My momma loves me
Yes, she do!
My momma loves me
It’s totally true!
My momma loves me
Do-dee-do
And guess what? I love her, too!

Happy Momadon Day! (rough)

As I walked through forest trees of yellow golden amber green,
Just a touch, no, not too much, made introspective leaves.
Closed and cautious, batted lashes, 
what on earth could give them pause?
Like a child, a wink and a smile, or some spirited applause.

But no clouds to see,
just you, and me,
upon this lazy Sunday morning.
And we’re gonna be starting’ somethin’
Mamase Mamasa Mimosa!

So, raise a glass and make it last, we’re gonna celebrate today!
Just a kiss from my fingertips and you’ll hide your fears away.

Yay and you’ll hide your fears away! 
Oooh and you’ll hide your fears away!

Zanna - Mimosa

Wonderful Father

Oh, I’m the luckiest daughter
I’ve got such a wonderful father 

Doctor, Teacher, Scientist
Barely covers his whole list
His actions and philosophy
Showed how we should be

Through old folk songs and isotopes,
On dew-drenched lawns with telescopes,
Tons of books, and gardens too,
He helped us as we grew

Oh, I’m the luckiest daughter
I’ve got such a wonderful father 

When I was young, and did implore
If this was it, and nothing more,
He said the purpose of your life
Is to share your light

He truly is one-of-a-kind,
His heart as big as his great mind.
Of all he stressed, all he professed,
Love is still the best

Oh, I’m the luckiest daughter
I’ve got such a wonderful father 

I wish I could hold back time,
But it follows a straight line
Now, to see him is so rare
I am here and he is there
Miles apart, but we still care

So, I’m the luckiest daughter
I’ve got such a wonderful father 
Oh, I’m the luckiest daughter
I’ve got such a wonderful father

Wonderful Father (rough)

A cover of Joni Mitchell's "A Case of You" played proper on dulcimer. In honor of Joni. <3

Zanna - A Case Of You

On My Way To You

I was once a sailor
I sailed around the world by day
And when the sun would yield to night
The stars showed me the way
I once lived in a lighthouse
The girl up in the tower
But I was the one saving you
In your stormy, darkest hour

Through all the lives I’ve lived
All the journeys I’ve been through
Every step makes sense now
I’ve always been on my way to you

I was once a scientist
With the urge to understand
From the smallest to the cosmic scale,
The proof of God within the man
I was once a painter
Masterpieces from my mind
I’d show you the shades inside my soul
Until my colors all ran dry

Through all the lives I’ve lived
All the journeys I’ve been through
Every step makes sense now
I’ve always been on my way to you

If I’d lived a life with the details rearranged
I’d still find you, ‘cause nothing real can ever change

Through all the lives I’ve lived
All the journeys I’ve been through
Every step makes sense now
I’ve always been on my way to you

Milt Reder - Guitar
Dean Cassell - Bass
Dave Mattacks - Drums
Zanna - Vocals, Piano, Wurlitzer, Assistant Engineer, Producer
Nate Dubé - Chief Engineer, Producer, Drums

Recorded and Mixed by Nate Dubé at Rear Window Studio in Brookline, MA.

© 2009 Small Medium Large Music

Zanna - On My Way To You

Never

What have you done?
Stripped the pieces away…
What have I become?
I can’t honestly say…

Don’t know who I am anymore,
But I like it more than before.

Never undo this magic you’ve done.
Never undo this spell you put me under.

Fallin’ apart
Layers of broken dreams
And I can’t get used to
This technicolor scene.

Danger zone is gone
Washed away in the sudden storm
Please…
Never undo this magic you’ve done.
Never undo this spell you put me under.
Never undo this magic you’ve done.
Never undo this spell you put me under.

Danger zone is gone
Washed away in the sudden storm
Please…
Never undo this magic you’ve done.
Never undo this spell you put me under.
Never undo this magic you’ve done.
Never undo this spell you put me under. (x4)

The spell you…the spell you put me under.
Never undo. 
Yeah (x6). 
Never undo the spell you put me under.

© 2006 Small Medium Large Music 

Zanna - Never (Demo)

Drink Up The Sunshine

It’s a brand new day
I got a brand new way
I’m gonna drink up the sunshine

I’ve got nothing to hide
I’ve got a light deep inside
 ‘Cause I drink up the sunshine

I’ve got the drive and the thirst
To reach the finish line first
So I'll I drink up the sunshine

‘Cause I know just how to be
And it’s all up to me
So I’ll drink up the sunshine

It’s my time
You will find
I start to shine when I see the light
Drink up the sunshine
Drink up the Sunshine

I gotta give ‘em my heart
Now I’ve got a head start
‘Cause I drink up the sunshine

I gotta give all I got
‘Cause maybe this my shot
I’m gonna drink up the sunshine

I know I’ll only achieve 
What I want to believe
So I drink up the sunshine

And when I gotta choose
I know just what to do
So I drink up the sunshine

It’s my time
You will find
I start to shine when I see the light
Drink up the Sunshine
Drink up the Sunshine
Drink up the Sunshine
Drink up the Sunshine

Jeff Galindo: Trombone
Milt Reder: Guitar
Dean Cassell: Bass
Dave Mattacks: Drums
Zanna: Vocals, Piano, Wurlitzer, Glockenspiel, Assist. Engineer, Producer
Nate Dubé: Chief Engineer, Producer

Recorded & Mixed by Nate Dubé at Rear Window Studio in Brookline, MA

© 2009 Small Medium Large Music

Zanna - Drink Up The Sunshine

It’s Your Turn

There are clouds on the horizon that are now well understood
But we stick our heads deep in the sand instead of seeing like we should
So we swallow down the medicine that lets us sleep at night
Settle on some 9 to 5, and lose the fire that fuels the fight.

Oh, change won’t come with only hope
It’s not a secret; the time has come to carry your own load
It’s your turn

We build our castles on the hill and then we fill them all with stuff
And then we wonder what went wrong because the dream wasn’t enough.
Entitlement and greed become a plague across the land
From main street to wall street, a snowball to an avalanche

And so to fuel our future, we keep digging up our past
A solitary source is shaky, no telling how long it will last.
Surrender up our science, place addiction on the throne,
We bring strength to our foes, while we are weakening our home.

Oh, change won’t come with only hope
It’s not a secret; the time has come to carry your own load
It’s your turn

And our leader hides his gun behind his bible, 
But no one seems to notice ‘cause they’re crowning a new idol.
And it’s only on TV that we fight wars that aren’t ours
Then we’re honestly surprised by bridges burned and toppled towers

People looking at their neighbor only see the lines of tribe
Though they’re reading the same pages in the book that they subscribe 
to, And so we are united and divided by our faith,
So we keep all of our friends in little boxes, where it’s safe.

Oh, change won’t come with only hope
It’s not a secret; the time has come to carry your own load
It’s your turn

And now we are implored “to choose our better history…
To reject as false the choice between our safety and ideals”
Because greatness will never be a given in this world
It is our choices and our actions that will demonstrate our worth

Oh, change won’t come with only hope
It’s not a secret; the time has come to carry your own load
It’s your turn x3

Zanna; Vocals, Guitar, Assistant Engineer, Producer
Nate Dubé: Chief Engineer, Producer

Recorded and Mixed by Nate Dubé at Rear Window Studio in Brookline, MA.

© 2009 Small Medium Large Music


Zanna - It's Your Turn (Demo)

The Nearness of Stew

Hmmm..something’s very close to my heart (well, maybe a little lower…)

It’s not some stale soup that excites me
That thrills and delights me, oh no (no, no!)
It’s just the nearness of stew (ha ha ha, yes!)

It isn’t a bowl of crustaceans 
That brings this sensation, (oh I’m so hungry…)
It’s just the nearness of stew (It’s so good!)

When you’re in my kitchen (right there in my kitchen!)
And I smell you so close to me
All of my culinary dreams, you know they come true, (yes so true!)

I need no candy to enchant me
If you’ll only grant me the right
To have a sweet roll on the side (and maybe some warm butter on it…)
And to taste in the night the nearness of stew (YES!)

© 2010 Small Medium Large Music

Zanna - The Nearness Of Stew

A Timeless Place (The Peacocks)

"The window looked out onto a pattern never-ending
A flower and trees and little pathways far descending
To the garden far below us, the pavilion in the sunlight
Where the peacocks proudly grace the scene.

A vision, a timeless place, another way of living
You moved in so close I really thought that you were giving
I allowed myself a moment to believe that you could need me
To reflect upon what might have been.

The summer sky I saw reflected in the color of your eyes,
But somehow I could never peel away the layers of disguise
I'm drowning now, I'm slowly sinking in a sea of blue and green
Where what you are is never seen.  How can anybody know you?

I still hear the ringing of the church bells in the morning
The peacocks still calling out their sad and bitter warning
Beauty's only an illusion.  Here your truth is an intrusion.
A mirage is all it's ever been.

The summer sky I saw reflected in the color of your eyes,
But somehow I could never peel away the layers of disguise
I'm drowning now, I'm slowly sinking in a sea of blue and green
Where what you are is never seen.  How can anybody know you?

I still hear the ringing of the church bells in the morning
The peacocks still calling out their sad and bitter warning.
Talk a final look around you.  Hold the memory forever.
Find a quiet place inside where you can listen to the things your heart is saying:
Beauty's only an illusion.  Here your truth is an intrusion.
A mirage is all it's ever been." 
 
Manami Morita - Piano
Alan Uhler - Bass
Josh Cuadra - Drums
Zanna - Vocals, Assistant Engineer, Producer
Nate Dubé - Chief Engineer, Producer

Recorded & Mixed by Nate Dubé at Rear Window Studio in Brookline, MA. 

- Lyrics by Norma Winstone: A Timeless Place; Music by Jimmy Rowles: The Peacocks 

A Timeless Place (The Peacocks)

All Roads Lead to Rome - Just a fun little school project we did for Sky a while back. Gets us laughing every time. :D Song by me, but AMAZING performance by Skylar Dubé. Hope you smile...

All Roads Lead to Rome,
So all roads take me home.
Yeah, all roads lead to Rome,
and when I get there, I'm gonna do as the Romans do.

"Rome's early history is wrapped in mystery."
They imagined their past as a great mythology.
Virgil wrote a story 'bout the journey of Aeneas,
who got to the Seven Hills, and begat Romulus and Remus.
Being raised by wolves, they didn't learn no pity,
so "Romy" killed "Remy," and then he built a city!

All Roads Lead to Rome,
So all roads take me home.
Yeah, all roads lead to Rome,
and when I get there, I'm gonna do as the Romans do.

Early Rome was a republic, with patricians and plebeians.
Dictators led legions during wars that conquered regions.
The two strongest officials in Rome were called consuls.
Excuse me!…but The Doctor…removed both…my tonsils!
Sorry, that's irrelevant…Hannibal had an elephant!
Oops, I digress…Did I mention, I'M SPARTACUS!

All Roads Lead to Rome,
So all roads take me home.
Yeah, all roads lead to Rome,
and when I get there, I'm gonna do as the Romans do.

Like...:
Spartacus…and Tiberius…
Gaius Gracchus and Gaius Marius…hey.
Lucius Cornelius Sulla…what???
Chillin' in the Forum with Assemblies and Tribunes…Magistrates and the Senate…man…
Hannibal…and Scipio…at Carthage with elephants…hey, hey...
I'm a gladiator. Said, I'm a Gladiator! I SAID: I'm a GLADIATOR!!!
…yeah. :)

Recorded and Mixed by Nate Dubé at Rear Window Studio in Brookline, MA. 

© 2013 Small Medium Large Music

Zanna - All Roads Lead To Rome (feat. Skylar Dubé)

Ex-Boyfriend Blues (Be A Man)

I didn’t wake up this mornin’ 
‘cause I didn’t go to bed.
Thoughts of you runnin’
All through my head. 
Now, I’ve been burned before, 
I’ve played the pawn.
Gonna stop this right now 
Before it keeps goin’ on.
So listen up sweetheart, 
I need you to understand: 
Just ‘cause I call you my baby, 
don’t mean you can’t be a man. 

Now you know I’m not your mother 
Though she is a fine woman
But I clean up your mess
Like you were my own son
I’m pickin up your dirty socks
And I’m sweeping up your crumbs
And if I leave it as a protest
Well then it just won’t get done
So listen up, darling
Don’t make me hold your hand
Just ‘cause I call you my baby,
Don’t mean you can’t be a man.

Well, I’m  workin’ like a dog
and you’re sleepin’ in ‘til three
While I’m bringin’ home the bacon,
You’re livin’ off my charity
Well you know that I love it
Knowing that you’ll always be there
Except when it’s because
You don’t have a job anywhere
So listen up honey,
I just gotta take a stand
Just ‘cause I call you my baby,
Don’t mean you can’t be a man

After a long day of workin’
Sometimes it’s just too much
I come straight home to you
And all I want is your touch.
Now I’m not in the mood
To play your silly games
And I’ve just gotta tell you
That won’t set my heart aflame
So listen up lover,
I want some sweet romance.
Just ‘cause I call you my baby,
Don’t mean you can’t be a man.

Milt Reder: Guitar
Bruce Bears: B3 Organ
Manami Morita: Piano
Alan Uhler: Bass
Josh Cuadra: Drums
Zanna: Vocals, Assistant Engineer, Producer
Nate Dubé: Chief Engineer, Producer

Recorded and Mixed by Nate Dubé at Rear Window Recording Studio in Brookline, MA.

© 2008 Small Medium Large Music

Zanna - Ex-Boyfriend Blues (Be A Man)

A work in progress...starting with Miles Davis's jazz standard "Four," and then me singing John Hendricks's lyrics written for Davis's & Horace Silver's bebop solos, hoping to eventually add hiphop beats and other cool instrumentation...looking for collaborators...

Zanna - Four

On My Way To You

I was once a sailor
I sailed around the world by day
And when the sun would yield to night
The stars showed me the way
I once lived in a lighthouse
The girl up in the tower
But I was the one saving you
In your stormy, darkest hour

Through all the lives I’ve lived
All the journeys I’ve been through
Every step makes sense now
I’ve always been on my way to you
 
I was once a scientist
With the urge to understand
From the smallest to the cosmic scale,
The proof of God within the man
I was once a painter
Masterpieces from my mind
I’d show you the shades inside my soul
Until my colors all ran dry

Chorus

If you’d lived a life with the details rearranged
I’d still find you, ‘cause nothing real can ever change

Chorus x2 

© 2009 Small Medium Large Music


Zanna - On My Way To You (Soft Arrangement)

This Love Will Love Again

When you wake up and the shadows
Cast doubt on the foot of your bed
And you swear that you heard someone
But it might just be in your head.

When you’re walking though the rain-soaked streets
And you feel the weight of a stare
Don’t look over your shoulder, baby
You know there’s no one there.

If you’ve got your pen to paper
But you second-guess that choice
When you hear the memory of a melody
Of some long-distance voice.

And if your mind creeps around corners
And leads you back into the past
You’re pondering what might have been
But you don’t even need to ask

You don’t know where you’re beginning
And where I start to end.
This love knows no boundaries
This love will love again.

If the wind brings a familiar scent
But you just can’t place the source
And it stirs a longing deep inside
Don’t let it fill you with remorse

Cast your eyes on the dark waters
of your depths yet unexplored
Close your eyes and see me
Smiling from some distant shore

You don’t know where you’re beginning
And where I start to end.
This love knows no boundaries
This love will love again.

Not bound by senses
Not held by time
Tied by the soul way deep inside

You don’t know where you’re beginning
And where I start to end.
This love knows no boundaries
This love will love again.

Scott Aruda - Trumpet
Chris Primeau - Guitar
Alan Uhler - Bass
Josh Cuadra - Drums
Zanna - Vocals, Synth, Assistant Engineer, Producer
Nate Dubé - Chief Engineer, Producer

Recorded & Mixed by Nate Dubé at Rear Window Studio in Brookline, MA.

© 2008 Small Medium Large Music

Zanna - This Love Will Love Again

Little Man of Little Men

Little man of little men,
Sitting high upon your wall,			
Gazing out upon your empire,	
That took so long to grow so tall.		
Now that your castle has			
Come crumbling down,			
And your plastic currency			
Is strewn all over the ground,			
You ponder your armor.			
What shattered your shell?			
And how could this happen?			
Things were going so well.	
		

Little man of little men,
Within your walls made of pure gold		
You stirred a secret recipe 			
Your subjects swallowed it whole		
Consumed their daily dose		
Made fat on their distraction			
Confused art with commerce			
And instant satisfaction			
They came and sold their souls for diamonds	
While you kept your conscience clear	
And the prophets screamed and wailed	
But your ears would not hear	
	

Little man of little men,			
There was no spy in stealth.			
There’s no one left to blame.			
You did this to yourself.			
All of your horses				
And all of your men				
Are battling something			
They can’t comprehend.			
The people are coming.			
They’ve stormed through the gates.		
They’ve come for what’s theirs		
And for you, it’s too late.	

Magda Giannikou: Accordion
Andrei Matorin: Violin
Calin Peters: Cello
Alan Uhler: Upright Bass
Milt Reder: Guitar
Uziel Colón: Piano
George Sáenz: Cajon, Percussion
Josh Cuadra: Drums
Zanna: Vocals, Guitar, Assistant Engineer, Producer
Nate Dubé: Chief Engineer, Producer

Recorded & Mixed by Nate Dubé at Rear Window Studio in Brookline, MA.

© 2008 Small Medium Large Music

Zanna - Little Man of Little Men

Folk-Rock SingerSongwriter, World & Jazz influences. Follow me: facebook.com/zannamusic. Wheeeeeee! Much Love, <3, Zanna :)

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