We Are All Born Lucky

by Jay Spears

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Jay's third CD of witty, peppy pop serves up his easy-going west-coast sensibility in a burst of warm California sunshine, with juicy harmonies, extra crispy guitars, brassy big-band beats, out-loud lyrics, and a bit of an edge.

"What can I give you, this time around? A paraphrase of Hemingway, that "We are all born lucky"? I'm living, singing, geetar-playing proof. Let me invite you, honored guest, into our fab yet shaky California paradise, with earthquakes, God or lack thereof, and Meat, for starters; I'll drive you around the City of Angels and tell you how Born Lucky we all are, and about Our Love, star-crossed with death. You say you want a Revolution? Then dawns our Victory Day followed by a well-deserved good night's Sleep With Me. And should we dream of secret gardens with plenty of streaming nectar, is that so bad?"

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released May 21, 2013

Lead guitars: Phil Gough
Saxes: Jacky Klinek
Drums: Doug Smith

Dave Pearlman, pedal steel (on Meat)
Richard Green, bass (on City of Angels)
J.D. Salbego, drum programming (on Drive Time)
Jose Arrellano, trombone (on We Are All Born Lucky)
Martin Brookes, harpsichord & organ (on Revolution)
Paul Hobbs, vocals & guitar (on Victory Day)
Jeff McCarthy, lead vocal and Ron Romanovsky, accordion (on Bougainvillea Waltz)

Vocals: Annie Combs, Kim Williams, Eric Adams, Sandy Kauffman, Mark and Teresa Garcia Herrier, Scott and Nancy Weintraub, Wendy Radford, Amy Amsterdam, Spencer Kayden, Kelly Harrison, Patrick Hardy, Todd Thurston

Words & music, guitars, bass, banjo, mandolin, & vocals: Jay Spears
© 2013 Jay Spears Music ASCAP all rights reserved

Recorded at The Study, Larchmont Village, CA by Alec Dixon
and by Tommy Dietrich at Skylab Studio, Encino, CA
Additional recording by J.D. Salbego at JetStream Sound, Burbank, CA
More additional recording at Mossy Fossil Studios, Westchester, CA by Patrick Doolin
And yet more additional recording at Remote Cabin Studio by Martin Brookes
Drive Time recorded by J.D. Salbego at Sound Force, Van Nuys, CA

Mastered by Alfonso Rodenas

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Jay Spears Los Angeles, California

Native L.A. singer-songwriter Jay Spears' debut CD "BOY HOWDY" features humorous, boy-meets-boy pop tunes with titles like I LIKE MIKE and CRYIN' OVER BRIAN.
Jay's sophomore CD "PLAYIN ON MY TEAM" includes the full-choir gospel rocker, SMAK DEM CHRISTIANS DOWN, the video for which has over 80,000 views on youtube.
Now here comes his third CD: We Are All Born Lucky.
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Track Name: When The Big One Hits
WHEN THE BIG ONE HITS © 2008 Jay Spears Music ASCAP

Remember before back in 1994
When a fella name of Northridge came a-knockin' on the door
And the walls and the windows and the ceiling and the floor?
Well when the big one hits we'll get ten times more!

When the big one hits,
When the big one hits,
Forget about fixin' up them earthquake kits,
We're all gonna bite the big one when the big one hits.

Now the San Andreas fault runs up the coast of California,
And every seismologist'll do his best to warn ya
We're overdue it's deja-vu so get a clue & beat it.
Cuz Disneyland and Malibu and Watts are gonna eat it

When the big one hits,
When the big one hits,
Forget about fixin' up them earthquake kits
We're all gonna bite the big one when the big one hits.

Golden Gate topples into San Francisco Bay,
Tsunami takes out Venice and Marina Del Rey.
Pismo Beach is toast, Fresno's on the coast!
All these histrionics over plate tectonics.

Instrumental

When the big one hits,
When the big one hits,
The ground is gonna shake so hard you're gonna do the splits.
You can kiss yer keister bye-bye when the big one hits.

Now up Seattle way they got a plate called Juan de Fuca.
When it goes, Mt. Ranier blows up like a bazooka.
All them hippies sittin sippin' on their java;
The next thing ya know they're under fifty feet of lava

When the big one hits (abba-lula momma)
When the big one hits (geologic drama)
I don't know what to tell ya but it's gonna be the shits;
We'll all go see baby Jesus when the big one hits.

When the big one hits (holy crap!)
When the big one hits (re-arrange the map!)
Forget about fixin' up them earthquake kits
We're all gonna bite the big one when the big one hits.
Track Name: Guy In The Sky
GUY IN THE SKY ©2008 Jay Spears Music ASCAP

Guy in the Sky, Guy in the Sky,
I don't believe in some Guy in the Sky.
You can if you want to but I don't know why
Because there's no such thing as a Guy in the Sky.

I believed in Santa Claus when I was young too
A billion underaged believers don't make it true
No reindeer sleigh brings joy from on high
And Christmas cheer is not some chubby Guy in the Sky.

Guy in the Sky, Guy in the Sky....

I loved Superman when I was a lad
I dug his simple stories 'bout good beatin' bad.
If you ask me now, I'll admit with a sigh
My hero was a leotarded Guy in the Sky.

Guy in the Sky, Guy in the Sky....

The whole human race gazes into space
Praying for inspiration.
"Why do you stand gazing up to heaven"
Searching for salvation?

I'm a fan of Jesus, baby, out, loud & proud,
But he won't come to solve our problems riding on a cloud.
Ain't nobody "up there"; can't say it any clearer:
You wanna see your savior, better look in the mirror.

Guy in the Sky, Guy in the Sky....
Track Name: Meat
MEAT ©2008 Jay Spears Music ASCAP

We need MEAT. We need MEAT.
Gimme a great big juicy piece of meat.
We love MEAT. We love MEAT.
Lookit that great big juicy piece of meat.

Tri-tip spencer porterhouse chuck
Poke chop poke chop poke chop poke chop
Roast beef corned beef baloney and duck
Poke chop poke chop poke chop poke

We need MEAT....

Burger bacon beef and spam
Poke chop poke chop poke chop poke chop
Sausage wieners honey baked ham
Slam bam thank you ma'am

We need MEAT. We need MEAT.
Piles and piles and miles and miles of meat.
We love MEAT. We love MEAT.
Pounds and pounds and mounds and mounds of meat.

Pot roast rump roast chicken pot pie
Sirloin pork loin t-bone thigh
Spare ribs short ribs beef chuck filet
Flank steak cube steak tube steak hooray!

We need MEAT....
Gimme a great big juicy piece of turkey jerky turkey jerky
Gimme a great big juicy piece of slim jim slim jim slim jim slim jim
Gimme a great big juicy piece of drumstick drumstick drumstick drumstick
Gimme a great big greasy piece of poke chop poke chop poke chop poke chop
Gimme a great big juicy piece of meat.
Track Name: City of Angels
CITY OF ANGELS © 2009 Jay Spears Music ASCAP

Wind from the east sears the City of Angels
Santa Ana from the Valley of Death
Blows Mojave's hot dry breath
Through the City of Angels

I was born in the City of Angels
MacArthur Park where Good Sam plays
Grandparents rest between three freeways
In the City of Angels

City of Angels, City of Angels
Won't you come to the City of Angels?
City of exiles, alternate lifestyles
Stay with me, in the City of Angels

Wind from the west cools the City of Angels
Catalina Eddy knows just how
June gloom soothes the seething brow
Of the City of Angels

City of Angels....
City of dope, city of hope

Look at me, all at sea in this
Ocean of humanity
Yet not a drop to drink for me
Can't you see? There's no one that's you here
In my City of Angels

Instrumental

Won't you come to the City of Angels?
From Mulholland, we can see
What a paradise it can be
In the City of Angels

City of Angels....
Movers & shakers, users and fakers
Play with me
Pray with me
Stay with me

Michael (who is like God?), pray for us.
Gabriel (God's hero), pray for us.
Raphael (God heals), pray for us.
Seraphim and Cherubim, pray for us.
Thrones and Dominations, pray for us.
Virtues and Powers, pray for us.
Principalities, Archangels, and Angels, pray for us.
All you holy orders of blessed spirits, pray for us.
Track Name: Drive Time
DRIVE TIME © 2005 Jay Spears Music ASCAP

Woke up in Encino; gotta get to Chino. (No sweat!)
Take the 101 to the 134 to the 210 down to the 60. (Say what?) (O.K.)

Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake; Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake
Tromp on the gas, lean on the horn. Tromp on the brake, lean on the horn.
Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake; Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake

Altadena Pasadena West Covina Upland (Heads up!)

Mark's in Culver City, but Johnny lives in Whittier. (Oh, boy.)
You can get to Whittier from Culver City but the 10 through downtown won't be pretty. (Say what?) (O.K.)

Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake; Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake
Tromp on the gas, lean on the horn. Tromp on the brake, lean on the horn.
Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake; Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake

Hollywood Inglewood Maywood Lynwood (Heads up!)

The 10 is the Santa Monica Freeway and it's also the San Bernardino Freeway.
The 110 is the Harbor Freeway and it's also the Pasadena Freeway.

The 405 is the San Diego Freeway but it barely goes past Santa Ana.
The 5 is the Santa Ana Freeway but it goes all the way to San Diego. (Say what?)

Marina Manhattan Hermosa Redondo (Heads up!)

Gotta get from WeHo to Mission Viejo. (No sweat!)
Take the 405 straight shot, straight shot. (Say what?) (O.K.)
Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake; Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake
But wait! Big car crash in Carson! (SigAlert! Oh Hell! No sweat!)
Take the 405 to the 105 to the 605 to the 405. (Say what?) (O.K.)

Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake; Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake
Tromp on the gas, lean on the horn. Tromp on the brake, lean on the horn.
Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake; Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake

Monrovia Ontario Fontana San Bernardino

Desperate chill runs down my spine -- unleaded regular $5.69 (.9)

Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake; Tromp on the gas, tromp on the brake....
Track Name: We Are All Born Lucky
We Are All Born Lucky ©2012 Jay Spears Music ASCAP

We are all born lucky, we're all born lucky
I was born lucky, same as you.
At times I used to doubt it, but there's no doubt about it
We are all born lucky and you know it's true.

I know a gentle man who grew a lump in his head
I know him pretty well because he sleeps in my bed.
He's okay now, but he coulda been dead
He was born lucky just like I said.

We are all born lucky....

Think of all the lucky ducks through all the years
Who had to get lucky just for us to be here.
A dirty little secret but you know it's true:
Your daddy got lucky and yo momma did too! Do you feel lucky?

Lucky at cards, lucky in love
I'd rather be lucky than good you see so
Stand over here real close and we'll see
If some of your luck will rub off on me.

We are all born lucky....
Track Name: I Abide
I Abide © 2012 Jay Spears Music ASCAP

Should've known long ago when you told me you would go
That the longer the sunshine the harder the rain.
Guess forewarned wasn't armed; never dreamed I'd feel so low,
But I won't let the sun catch me cryin' again.
Tough I gave you a lot, that's not half of what I've got
And the pain's just the payment for what I've been taught.

I remain. I abide.
Alone and strong and open, secure, enduring hoping, I abide.

Dried the tears that I wept for the secrets that we kept
Realizing the promise those secrets contained.
The serene balmy calm of the mornings when we slept --
I'll just have to accept that only memories remain.
Yes I know you never lied; guess I let my heart get tied.
But I won't blow my cover, I'll take it in stride.

I remain....

How much time, how much space, since we last stood in that place
And agreed to allow what we could not explain?
All the years can't erase senses of that last embrace
And my mind starts to chase thoughts my heart entertains.
And it's easy for me, now at last that I'm free.
If you're back, I'm ready; if not, you will see:

I remain. I abide.
Alone and strong and open, secure, enduring, hoping;
At last at peace about you,
With you or without you, I abide.
Track Name: Our Love
OUR LOVE © 2009 Jay Spears Music ASCAP

Seek beneath the autumn leaves
Piled up in sleeping sweeping arcs
Beneath the naked swaying trees
In all the cold deserted parks

Look there for our love

Search beneath the stinging sand
Where ocean eats the edge of land
Where gales have drifted sifting dunes
Which nightly shift beneath the moon

Look there for our love

Beneath the deepest sunken sea
There hides a staggering abyss
From whence the continents upthrust
Seek there our love, if seek you must

Beyond the neighbor galaxies
A star once blazed so bright and fair
Extinguished now, so no one sees
The frigid spinning cinder there

Look there for our love
Look there for our love

And should you satisfy your quest
And find our long-lost love, well then
Stuff it in my empty chest
And see if I love you again.
Track Name: This Is One My Heart Won't Win
THIS IS ONE MY HEART WON'T WIN © 2010 Jay Spears Music ASCAP

I used to voyage far from home: London Dublin Stockholm Rome.
From any window's view I knew, my heart would lead me home to you.

But now the bleak and dismal rain pelts my dreary window pane.
I know we'll never meet again. This is one my heart won't win,
This is one my heart won't win.

Plastic flowers we despise. Real roses' beauty lies
In blooming gorgeous to the eye,
And then they die, and when they die
They don't come back. So

I beg you, someone, prove me wrong I'll eat my words; I'll burn this song.
I know we'll never meet again. This is one my heart won't win,
This is one my heart won't win.

Instrumental

Plastic flowers we despise. Real roses' beauty lies
In blooming gorgeous to the eye,
And then they die, and when they die
They don't come back. So

I beg you, someone, prove me wrong I'll eat my words; I'll burn this song
I know we'll never meet again. This is one my heart won't win.
This is one my heart, this is one my heart,
This is one my heart won't win
Track Name: Revolution
REVOLUTION © 2011 Jay Spears Music ASCAP

Hey! the revolution's here
Guillotine in every square
Drag 'em down their marble stairs
Get 'em all within the year.

Did you pass tax breaks for the rich?
I hate to tell ya, death's a bitch:
Kick the heads around the square,
Dump the bodies in a ditch.

Judges who put corporations
Over people of our nation --
Here's your justice cold and clean:
Strap 'em in the guillotine.

If you want mercy, you can ask it
Once your head plops in the basket.
If you're wondering what went wrong,
Let us tell you with our song:

Hey! the revolution's here
Guillotine in every square
Drag 'em down their marble stairs
Get 'em all within the year.

Do you think you're Royalty?
Are you Aristocracy?
High on the Hierarchy?
Well that seems strange to me, Citizen,
That seems strange to me.

Some of 'em mean well no doubt;
Kill 'em all; let God sort 'em out.

INSTRUMENTAL

See, the Tree of Liberty
Must be watered frequently
With the blood of tyrants sure;
It's the best manure, Citizen,
The very best manure.

Shyster bankers, glib foreclosers,
Pension-plundering high rollers,
Bailed out with the people's bread,
Now it's time to lose your head.

Union-busters all beware,
Betray the people at your peril.
Liberty from kings won't spring,
So we seize it as we sing:

Hey! the revolution's here
Guillotine in every square
Drag 'em down their marble stairs
Get 'em all within the year.

Vivre la revolution!
Guillotine? Mais oui, hon, hon!!
Capturez les mere a frere,
Adieu a les derrier!

Hey! the revolution's here
Guillotine in every square
Drag 'em down their marble stairs
Get 'em all within the year.
Track Name: Victory Day
VICTORY DAY ©2012 Jay Spears Music ASCAP

Oh! It's a grand-slam day, It's a grateful day, it's my victory day.
Oh! It's a slam-dunk day, it's a bear-hug day, it's my victory day.

Oh! It's a mighty day, it's a holy day, it's my golden day; it's my
By-god double-dog-dare-ya day, it's a turn-down day, it's my victory day.

Oh! I turn my face to the west
I feel the sun on my chest
And I know my life is bound for glory

Oh! when I lift my soul to the sky
I know I was meant to fly
With eagles and with angels

Oh! It's a ruby day, it's a sapphire day, it's my diamond day.
No! It's my birthstone day, it's an emerald day, it's my victory day.

INSTRUMENTAL

Oh! I hear your song in my heart
We're off to a flying start
And I know our life is bound for glory

Oh! when I feel your smile on my face
I can tell we can take our place
With eagles and with angels

Oh! What a sweet-deal day, it's a done-deal day, my dominion day.
Oh! Till my dying day I will always have my victory day.

It's a hero day, it's my magic day,
It's my triumph day, it's my victory day.
Track Name: Sleep With Me
SLEEP WITH ME ©2009 Jay Spears Music ASCAP

Come, set sail beside me on the silver sea of sleep.
We'll set a course for distant shores where valiant dolphins leap.
Our sail will be this handmade quilt; the evening star our leader;
The prow this headboard that I built of dreamy-scented cedar.

Sleep with me, dream with me, sleep with me.

Let's leave our clothes and cares and woes behind us on the dock;
No need for daytime's prudent masks or workday's nagging clock.
We'll slip beneath the surface of our secret sea of sleep,
And mingle with the sleek fantastic creatures of the deep.

Sleep with me, dream with me, sleep with me.

And should some shrieking siren or some savage silent shark,
Sea-serpent, or cruel corsair captain fright us in the dark,
Leviathan the mighty will our quiet course defend;
We'll huddle close, and Neptune, lord of all, our rest attend.

Where the jeweled corals bloom, in innocence we'll slumber
Where galleons rest with long-lost chests of doubloons beyond number.
We cast off at eleven, on silent sails we'll soar,
To make landfall at seven on tomorrow's misty shore.

Sleep with me, dream with me, sleep with me.