ePop032 – Jacob Borshard with Laura K.

jacoblauraepopcover2COVER ART made by Jacob Borshard.

THE BOOKLET is designed by Julia Pax and put together in InDesign by Silja Haddal Mork.

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TRACKS:

1. The Old Treehouse
2. About Us
3. Drew (2007)

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The Old Treehouse (lyrics at the end of this page)
Title by Knut Borre Lindbjor
Written by Jacob Borshard
Vocals instruments and percussion by Jacob Borshard
Additional vocals by Laura K.

About Us (lyrics at the end of this page)
Written by Jacob Borshard
Vocals instruments and percussion by Jacob Borshard
Additional vocals by Laura K.

Drew (2007) (lyrics at the end of this page)
New music and lyrics by Jacob Borshard
Vocals instruments and percussion by Jacob Borshard
Additional vocals by Laura K.

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ABOUT JACOB AND LAURA

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Jacob Borshard’s three albums of heartfelt ukulele pop songs have won him effusive praise from the odd admirer. He bought his first ukulele in 1994, was an early figure in the so-called ‘ukulele renaissance’ of the early 21st century, and is committed to playing the instrument until long after it isn’t cool again. That said, he recently went crazy and bought a 1957 Fender Musicmaster guitar, though he promises to only play four strings at a time, for continuity’s sake.

Laura K has a sweet songbird voice, tinged with a little salt from the South Seas port of Brisbane and finished with a little sugar from the refined city of London, where she now lives. She’s often seen performing as a keyboardist and singer for the wild combo group Tigercats.

Jacob asked her to sing on these three songs, and thankfully for everyone involved (especially the listener), she said yes!

 Lyrics:

About Us

What does he know about us?
What have you told him about you and me?

From the night we met,
to the unsightly mess,
when all was low,
what does he know?

I can’t believe that it’s been years,
We said we’d meet again some day,
when the hurt was past us,
we’d dust off the ashes,
but that reunion never came.

We were wild,
we were raw,
We had yet to dull our claws,
We had yet to dull our claws,
Full of blood,
And full of spit,
We made pearls out of it,
And everyone a fatal flaw.
Oh, it laid us low.
Oh, oh, oh,
I guess you know.

Here’s the street in San Diego,
Where the Stormtroopers stood,
And watched us fight.
Then on the bus,
I held you close,
As we slipped into the night,
In a beautiful light.

I haven’t told him much about us,
Apart from all the wrongs that I could list,
But not a word,
Of the tenderness,
That was still in the kiss,
That was our goodbye kiss.

Here’s a street in San Diego,
Where the Stormtroopers stood,

And watched us fight.
Then on the bus,
I held you close,
As we slipped into the night,
In a beautiful light.

Baby we had yet to,
We had yet to dull our claws,
Baby, we had yet to,
We had yet to dull our,
We had yet to dull our claws.

Never forget,
Never forget,
Wookies, Wookies,
Wookies are for friends!
Never forget,
No no!
Wookies are for friends!

The Old Treehouse

I went back,
I went back to your old house,
And they tore down your old treehouse!

Nothing left,
Not a splinter,
Not an old rusty nail,
Was still sticking in her,
I went back,
I went back,
To your old house.

Your mother’s garden,
Your mother’s garden,
Lost to the weeds.
The jasmine bushes by your window,
Have all been hacked at the knees!

They tore it down,
They tore it down,
Even the old little birdies up and left town,
I went back,
I went back,
To your old house.

Where did they take it?
I didn’t see ‘em.
Did they transport it,
To the Berlin Museum?
In a cage of glass,
One inch thick,
And a plaque that reads,
“Here’s where she ran to, ran to!
Here’s where she ran to, ran to, ran to!
Here’s where she ran to, ran to, ran to!”

I went back,
I went back to your old house,
And they tore down your old treehouse.

Drew (2007)

Dead jealous ‘till I ground down half my teeth,
Sick from weaving poison ivy into wreaths,
To lay upon the waters,
And kill off Neptune’s daughters.

Seems that I became a villain from the scorn,
Torn and broken like a lilly in the storm,
Now if the hell is through,
I’m set to bloom anew.

All I wanna do,
How about me and you find?
All I wanna do-ooo-ooo . . . .

I was wishing on a star i couldn’t see,
Cut and draggled as a starving coyote,

I only thought about my tummy,
And sunk my teeth into any old bunny.

Didn’t think there was a chance for something new,
Till the stars looked down and somehow brought me you,
Now I’ve a course to guide me,
Straight for the light here beside me.

All I wanna do,
How about me and you find?
All I wanna do-ooo-ooo . . . .

I heard he’s down in Mexico with Sally,
I saw she was a cute cowgirl for Halloween,
I started stalking him on the Internet,
And what I found was a bit obscene,
Well stalking’s not for the squeamish.

I heard he’s in Mexico with Sally,
I heard he’s in Mexico, Mexico!
All I wanna do,
How about me and you find?
All I wanna do-ooo-ooo . . . .

And he hates Mexico!