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Debut album of the band Nash Satterfield, founded and led by Martha Bourne, featuring Mike Castellana on pedal steel guitar. The birth of the "Y'allternative" style. This album is mostly live to 2-track. Minimal overdubs.

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released May 1, 1999

Martha Bourne VOCALS, GUITAR
Mike Castellana PEDAL STEEL GUITAR
Nate McBride BASS
Andy Plaisted DRUMS

Engineered and mixed by Ducky Carlisle
Room 9 From Outer Space in South Boston
Produced by Martha Bourne
Mastered by Jonathan Wyner at MWorks

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Martha Bourne Boston, Massachusetts

I'm a singer/songwriter who plays out under my own name now. I had a band in Boston in the late 90s called Nash Satterfield.

I am also a Berklee-trained film composer and my work has been on television and in independent film for over a decade on major networks and cable channels (CBS, NBC, ABC, HBO, Discovery, History Channel, WE Network, WGBH).
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Track Name: New Amsterdam
I think I'll go uptown today to 115
Your voice might still hang in the air near Morningside

Blood on my hands New Amsterdam, I am
I am walking by the river and I am walking by the sea

One more lost boy who won't be home, who's underground
The catacombs like this dark train I'm moving on

Blood on my hands New Amsterdam, I am
I am walking by the river and I am walking by the sea

He sits on the subway stairs and begs for change and I don't care,
I have no quarters I can spare; He might freeze half to death down there;
Step on this train the crowd divides; I have no time to hear his cries;
What if I should come to recognize: he has your hair, he has your eyes?

Blood on my hands New Amsterdam, I am
I am walking by the river and I am walking by the sea
Track Name: Travel Song
I'm in the desert but that could change at any time
Just like the weather I could hop a train and hit the coast by nine

But still I wanna travel, I wanna see
I wanna feel the dirt beneath my feet

This life's a fast dance
There's seven veils that drop away
And you see the lost chance
Those long forgotten trails you pass by every day

But still you wanna travel, you wanna see!
You wanna feel the dirt beneath your feet

My destination is that sweet language in my ears
The constellations will whisper sweetly leading me from there to here

But still I wanna travel, I wanna see
I wanna feel the dirt beneath my feet
Underneath the frozen streets
Underneath the frozen streets
Track Name: Speak the Language
What would I do? What would I say?
If no one I knew spoke the language?
What would I be? What would I swear by?
If no one like me spoke the language?

I could be anything and I would walk like I knew where I came from
I could say everything and I would make it up as I go
And you could see me reading between the lines.

What would you do? And what would you say?
If no one you knew spoke the language?
What would you be? What would you swear by
If no one like you spoke the language?

You could be anything and you'd walk like you knew where you came from
You could say everything and you would make it up as you go
And you would read me leaning between the lines.
Track Name: To Ecstasy
There I go, taking advice from strangers
There I go, taken aside by danger

What you gonna do about indecision?
What you gonna do about indiscretion?
What you gonna say when you're pressed for a prayer?
What's the fitting plea to read that says you care?

Side-stepping rope tricks! Hanging out with some slick twister
I know just what I can tell and I see that you're digging a well to ecstasy.

There I go! Look at me run, look at me run
There I go! Far beyond gone, far beyond gone
What you gonna do about being scared to go?
What you gonna do about being in the know?
What you gonna say about me when I'm gone?
What's the fitting plea to stop me before I run?
Track Name: Background Traffic
I know you're laughing about nothing specific
Just cruising along at highway speed
Past the Cotton Belt, past the Union Pacific
In the train track rain, in the background traffic

The radio's on and you sing along with it
The sun sets low and you watch it bleed
You can't stare straight at it so you just look straight past it
In the passing lane, in the background traffic

New town up ahead, who knows what's in it
The back road signs tell where they lead
You keep scanning the road for that lost exotic
In the rearview mirror, in the background traffic

Memory's code you just can't crack it
Some call it fiction and a pretty good read
You circle the map like you plan to attack it
Sweet speeding time in the background

I know you're crying about nothing specific
The ashtray's filled with college-town weed
But that voice comes in loud and clear through the static
And you swerve to avoid it in the background traffic
Track Name: Roadkill
If I was not in your way would you see me?
I get lost in the cracks again and I'm seemly,
Just like an animal
But because I'm in your lane you high-beam me,
If I was not meant to stay would I be me?

A girl does what she can to avoid headlights and sand
And now I think I understand

It's the love I like and not just the scenery
But in the din of the night, there's only machinery:
The refrigerator hum
Is lulling me back down despite my own memory
If I was not meant to stay would I be me

A girl does what she can to avoid headlights and sand
And now I think I understand

What's the story you'd tell if you happened to cream me?
Lost control of the wheel and accidentally reamed me.
Would you pick me up, white-sheeting stray pieces
Or would you drive on straight away into the creases?

A girl does what she can to avoid headlights and sand
And now I think I understand roadkill