The Fits
by Aly Tadros
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Silence and The Truth
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Sweet on Me
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It All
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Behind My Hands
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Uprooted
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Not a Drop
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The Cross Sticks
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The Prophet
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Bad Thing
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The Fits
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about
When Aly Tadros was offered her first paid gig, she had three original songs under her belt. The set time called for two hours.
She took it anyway.
With a voice as angelic as it is weather beaten, and music NPR Austin calls “delightfully wistful indie folk with tender and earnest roots,” Aly Tadros has spent the last decade traveling across Egypt, Turkey, Mexico, and Europe. Banned with her classical and acoustic guitars, ukelele, and vihuela, there’s no denying her travels have informed the breadth of her songwriting, noted best for its intimacy, honesty and lyricism.
Tadros has played over 600 stages across North America and Europe in her four years as a touring artist. She also helped to form The Sweetness, a Toronto/Austin based collective of singer/songwriters. The Sweetness raised over $6,000 in the two weeks after forming as a band, toured Europe, and traveled across North America with a German documentary film crew commissioned by the Stuttgart FilmAkademie. The film is set for release in 2013.
This year has been her most exciting yet – with invitations to showcase at The Folk Alliance International Conference (The Sweetness), CMJ, and endorsements from both Guild Guitars and Fender (ukulele).
Her sophomore album, The Fits, was produced by Duane Lundy (Jim James, Ben Sollee, These United States), and is set for release January 15, 2013.
She took it anyway.
With a voice as angelic as it is weather beaten, and music NPR Austin calls “delightfully wistful indie folk with tender and earnest roots,” Aly Tadros has spent the last decade traveling across Egypt, Turkey, Mexico, and Europe. Banned with her classical and acoustic guitars, ukelele, and vihuela, there’s no denying her travels have informed the breadth of her songwriting, noted best for its intimacy, honesty and lyricism.
Tadros has played over 600 stages across North America and Europe in her four years as a touring artist. She also helped to form The Sweetness, a Toronto/Austin based collective of singer/songwriters. The Sweetness raised over $6,000 in the two weeks after forming as a band, toured Europe, and traveled across North America with a German documentary film crew commissioned by the Stuttgart FilmAkademie. The film is set for release in 2013.
This year has been her most exciting yet – with invitations to showcase at The Folk Alliance International Conference (The Sweetness), CMJ, and endorsements from both Guild Guitars and Fender (ukulele).
Her sophomore album, The Fits, was produced by Duane Lundy (Jim James, Ben Sollee, These United States), and is set for release January 15, 2013.
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released 15 January 2013
Produced by Duane Lundy & Aly Tadros. Mastered by S. Husky Huskolds.
Produced by Duane Lundy & Aly Tadros. Mastered by S. Husky Huskolds.
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May 24Terre Haute, IN
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May 25Indianapolis, IN
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May 26Evansville, IN
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May 27Chicago, IL
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May 30Cincinnati, OH
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May 31Cleveland, OH
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Jun 01Pittsburgh, PA
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Jun 02Harrisburg, PA
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Aug 2009
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- Track Name: Silence and The Truth
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Silence and the Truth
You got your mission statement
Written on the pavement
For everyone to see
And all the world is watching
Waiting for the washing
Of chalk dust from your knees
The mystery stains on the floral print
Drapes are bringing you down.
It’s a been a bit of time since
The contents of your mind have
Emptied out a sound
It’s a new kind of being alone
When doubt is all you know.
But the little pink pills, they
Cure you of your ills, and
Fill your time with ease
Day to day distractions, they
Spur you into action,
And send your days flying
Over the mountain
Of to-do’s and to-dream’s and to-file under
Incompletes.
Baby can’t you listen,
the lessons that you're missin’ could
Lift you from your knees.
It’s a new kind of being alone
When doubt is all you know
You cannot separate
The silence and the truth.
You’re praying on angels
Praying for grace
Some sort of guidance
To show you the way
You’re waiting on silence
Waiting for space
No room to misstep
And no time to waste
You’re praying on angels
Praying for grace
No room to misstep
And no time to waste
With no room to misstep
And no time to waste
No room to misstep
And no time to waste.
And no time to waste.
It’s a new kind of being alone
When doubt is all you know
When doubt is all you know
When doubt is all you know. - Track Name: Sweet on Me
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Sweet on Me
Sweet on me
Say that you’re sweet on me
And I will fall like an avalanche
On your living room tree
Reveling,
Honey I’m reveling
see this cupboards been empty
And you’ve got something to eat.
Like a fine glass of wine
You came straight from the vine
And colored me drunker
Than the fourth of July
Whittle my ticket
And give us a ride
You play the dart
And I will be
Your prize
Sweet on me
Say that you’re sweet on me
And I will fall like an avalanche
To your cold bare feet
Mid-morning kisses
Your locks on my lashes
I don’t want to miss out this time
Signs and near-misses,
My rose colored glasses
I’m closing my grins with a deep, long sigh
Sweet,
Say that you’re sweet on me
and I will fall like an avalanche
Fall like a fawn at your feet
Reveling,
My honey I am reveling
Clear the cobwebs and cola
You know that you’ve got what
I need. - Track Name: It All
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It All
All, All,
I want to strip it off of you like turpentine
The streets are lined with gold
But baby streets all fade in time
you don’t see it, you don’t see it
We could have it all
All.
I want to press a button
Make it all rewind
Sit back in a la-z-boy
And watch it flash on by
You don’t see it, you don’t see it
We could have it all,
All
Train is pulling round the track
Charging forward, smoking black
Waters rising pass my shoulder
Wake me when the storm is over
Hands over my eyes, over my heart
Scouts honor I tried
Picked it apart
You don’t see it,
You don’t see it.
We could have it all.
We could have it all.
We could have it all,
All,
It all (x3) - Track Name: Behind My Hands
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Behind My Hands
Hospital rooms
They say your out soon
And I cannot show my face
You enter in slowly
Barefoot and lowly
With a buzz from the steel frames
Behind my hands
Your clouded eyes and stifled smile
Behind my hands
You’re here but just for a while
Your mangled up arm is casted in plaster
Said it was only a scratch
Urine stained garment,
Don’t be alarmed, and
Swear that this time the meds last
Behind my hands
The light blinds you all in white
Behind my hands
The images come at night
(and I hide, and I hide) x6
Behind My Hands,
Behind My Hands.
And I’m sorry,
And I’m sorry,
I’m sorry. - Track Name: Uprooted
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Uprooted
He tilled the land sweetly
soil lay beneath me
dryer than a rusty nail
Put in the hours
Tendin’ the flowers
While I sat and prayed for rain
Oooooh, OooOoooh.
And all of my world stopped
Abreast on a hilltop
Aglow in a golden ray of sun
Thinking he knew me
He hastily withdrew me
And found a fruit ridden with holes.
Honey you (ooooooh)
Have uprooted me.
And he gave me hope (he gave me hope)
That I had a home (that I had a home)
In his dusty boots
And callous hands
Swallow my roots (swallow my roots)
It’s all of no use (all of no use)
Now that the consequence has bared its’ teeth.
And you (ooooooh)
Honey you (oooooh)
Have uprooted me. - Track Name: Not a Drop
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Not a Drop
(Mmmmm…)
Starving for words
Starving for some kind of answers
Mouth to the Clouds
Not a Drop to Drink not a drop around
I've heard the cries
Calling from the other side to
Unearth these fears
I fold the sheets over my ears
I fold the sheets over my ears
I know the drill
down to each and every last pill
I've seen it done
they give then they leave ya none
Oh, they give then they leave ya none,
Oh
starving for words
starving for some kind of answers
mouth to the clouds
not a drop to drink
not a drop around...
Cause I've known love
long enough to know when
to run
and I've known pain
long enough to know what love
won't change
You wake up every single day and they tell you if you to go to the page
It’ll be there.
but what if one day you wake up and you find something else,
some kind of love. some kind of drug
some shit that just makes you want to go all the sudden
and it’s like that one thing that made you want to go just makes you,
makes you want to
stop. - Track Name: The Cross Sticks
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The Cross Sticks
Well I pulled out of your driveway
On a rainy Hallows Eve
Teardrops in my eyelids
And water gushin down the street
And through the cloudy window
I flashed you one last sorry smile
Babe I’ll see you but it’s gonna be a while
No it wasn’t a disaster,
I knew we both would walk away
With a head hung low
But settled on straight
Chorus: (Middle Harmony)
But the cross sticks came along (Oooooooh)
And played for me a steady song (Ooooooh)
There ain’t nothing left to do but carry on (Oooooh)
OOO, Oooh OooOooh,
Ooo, Oooh Oooohh,
ooo, ooohh
I got home and I poured myself
A straight shot of the plan
I had to leave so you could be
A better man
I guess our love was a prologue
To a riveting, good read
And we were both afraid of where
Our stories lead
But now I’m terrified of where my story’ll lead
Chorus: (Middle Harmony)
But the cross sticks came along (Oooooh)
And played for me a steady song (Oooooh)
There ain’t nothing left to do but carry on (Ooooh)
OOO, Oooh OooOooh,
Ooo, Oooh Oooohh,
ooo, ooohh (x3) - Track Name: The Prophet
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The Prophet
He’d been warned should he stray
Barren thoughts would fill his days
And the prophet said unto You we praise
Said you came in the form of a burning flame
Jesus loves me, this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Lesson learned, all the same
No power stand against His name.
Mama if you say this prayer
The blood of the lamb for his despair
If he’d lift his hands would anything change
Would my father’s sins be washed away
Jesus loves me, this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Lesson learned, it’s all the same
No power stand against His--
Will she ever see
A prayer’s the last thing that he needs
Or is this a sign, he’s to be damned all his life
For his lack of faith
Is this the way
He must
Praise down his knees
God forgive him please
If he’s been too
Burned to believe
Jesus loves me this I know
For the bible tells me so
Lesson learned
It’s all the same
No power stand against His
name
(mmmmMMmmm…)
Jesus loves me this I know
For the Bible tells me so - Track Name: Bad Thing
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Bad Thing
Bad thing
Did a bad thing
Tea lights
They shine like fireflies through the murky
window pane
Ideas grow like weeds
They fly like moths into the flame
My love, love the night is young
Our time is coming to a close so
free your fists of all their lists
Come slip your fingers into my coat
Crowd is waning, anticipating
Whisper close under the bar din
Ain’t no use in tying a noose
Ain’t nothing to know
Bad thing
Did a bad thing
up the stairway
down the hall
I took his lips
I took it all
Led him forward
Toward the end I
Tipped him toward
Toward the edge
And let him fall
and watched him fall (hold last oooo)
up the stairway
down the hall
I took his lips
I took it all
Led him forward
Toward the end I
Tipped him toward
Toward the edge
And let him fall
and watched him fall
Bad thing…
I did a bad thing
mmmmm…
Bad thing
Did a bad thing
Bad thing - Track Name: The Fits
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The Fits
Can I offer you a ride,
I wanna usher you home.
and by the end of the night
you'll be wrapped in my coat
I may act like a fool for you
slip a hand on your knee
but the moments pass quickly, love
they come and abruptly leave
do, do, do,
dah do, dah do (x3)
Would you wear that purple dress again
the one that cinches at your waste
the way you sway down the boulevard
I could watch you all day
You know it's almost unfair for me
to let you off with a kiss
It gives me fits like a fever, love
it comes and hijacks my day
do, do, do,
dah do, dah do (x3)
Fits like a
Fever love (x4)
