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New Jenny Lewis....sans Watson Twins

Jenny Lewis steps away from both Rilo Kiley and the Watson Twins, with who she crafted a nearly flawless alt-country record with in 2006('Rabbit Fur Coat'), and gets a bit more adventurous with her sound on her soon to be released solo record entitled 'Acid Tounge.' There are some songs, the title track especially, that sound like they would be right at home on 'Rabbit Fur Coat'...but this disc takes a variety of different directions...I am loving it. (Thanks again Molly!)
Here is a track that for to check out...enjoy:
Jenny Lewis - 'Jack Killed Mom' MP3
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Acid Tongue

The new Jenny Lewis record can not get to my ears fast enough! Not only is she my current imaginary rock girlfriend, she is also an amazing songwriter. Sometimes though, when I hear her solo stuff especially...I think she may have been half a century too late. She just has a knack for writing these classic country-ish sounding songs.
Here is a live take on the title track from her upcoming record, 'Acid Tongue'
Jenny Lewis - 'Acid Tongue' MP3
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And please support the artists I post here in whatever way you can if you do download a song...go to a show, buy some merch, buy an album...these songs are the soundtrack to my life and I just love to share them. But I can only do that if the insanely talented artist responsible for said songs are able to eat.
I also love hearing new stuff...so any submissions can also be sent to my email, I will try my bestest to listen to everything and get back to you all...peace,love,rock n' roll.
csmusicblog@gmail.com
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Kids out on the east coast.
Roughly twenty years old.
Got coaxed out by a certain perfect ratio.
Of warm beer to the summer smoke.
And the meat loaf to the billy joel.
Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls.
She goes low on the seats when she gets high in her car.
She looks shallow but shes neck deep in the steamy dreams of the guys along the harbor bars.
She's pulling out her shirttails and jacking up her socks.
Stern and stoned and confident, coming up towards the jukebox.
Born into the only songs that everybody finally sings along.
B-1 is for the good girls.
It's only the good die young.
C-9 is for the making eyes.
It's paradise by the dashboard light.
D4 is for the lovers.
B12 is for the speeders.
And the hard drugs are for the bartenders and the kitchen workers and the bartender's friends.
And they're playing it again.
Ellen Foley gives us hope.
Certain songs they get scratched into our souls.
I guess you're old enough to know.
Kids out on the west coast are taking off their clothes.
Screwing in the surf and going out to shows.
They get high and ride around in gtos.
I guess you're old enough to know.
CERTAIN SONGS THEY GET SCRATCHED INTO OUR SOULS.
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