Produced by Roberta Cartisano & George S. Rosenthal, San Francisco (CA)
all songs written and arranged by R. Cartisano at Trust Your Son Studio - PG (ITALY)
Recorded & Mixed by George S. Rosenthal at The Complex SF Recording Studio - San Francisco (CA)
Mastered by Jonathan Kirchner in San Francisco (CA)
Alto sax, alto and bass clarinet (Out of the box) Synth Jen (Trust Your Son)
recorded by R. Cartisano - Trust Your Son Studio
Hysterical Ladies strings arranged by R. Cartisano and Francesco Leineri
KC vocals, bass, piano, el. piano, organ, ac. & el. guitars, 12 string ac. guitar, Nashville guitar, synthesizers, synth jen, programming
GEORGE S. ROSENTHAL baritone and el. guitars (Trust Your Son, Sky Stolen) bass (Trust Your Son)
Additional bass (Let Me Go), lead guitar (Milkshake) additional percussion (Time Never Dies, The Drunk Man)
SONNY PEARCE drums
LEE CORBIE-WELLS cello, violin, hardanger d’amore (Milkshake, Sky Stolen)
MARK NELSEN el. guitar (The Drunk Man)
BEN ANDREWS violin LEWIS PATZNER cello JACOB HANSEN-JOSEPH viola (Hysterical Ladies)
GIANFRANCO DE FRANCO alto sax, alto and bass clarinet (Out of the Box)
cover design, layout, photo by KC
BRT005 (P) & (C) 2018 Roberta Cartisano
DEDICATED TO GRANMA ELIA
‘Back in 2016 i was in trouble. More than 60 angels gave me the courage to get back to my music. They gifted me faith light and love. Without them this album would not exist. Thank you guys. All the love i’ve felt is now on your chest. Don’t forget.’ KC
1.TRUST YOUR SON
Don’t trust your neighbor/ She’s so sad/ She’s not you/ Don't trust newspapers/ The real news is only inside you/ All my thoughts are so close/They explode in the air/ Exploding my brain/ Don’t make me angry/Maybe it’s too late/ Trust your girl/ Make love every time you need to talk/ And trust your son every time he plays a good song/ All my thoughts are so close/ They explode in the air/ Exploding my brain/ Don’t make me angry/ Maybe it’s too late/ Don’t trust anyone over thirty-four/ Trust your Son.
2.LET ME GO
She asks me for a ride/ Her street is hard to find/ The people around are talking too much/ Her lipstick’s almost dry/ Nails broken she starts to cry/ The people around feel alone when they stay in line/
I don’t know what to say/ Let me go/ I don’t really want to stay/ Let me go/ She talks about her rich man/ Make up in a Gucci bag/ I don’t know what to say/ I don’t really want to stay/ Let me go/ It’s hard to be yourself without that kind of dress/ My way out is over the people flow but don’t know/ Let me go.
There are so many people like you/ There are so many things to do/ Where is my Love? Nobody knows/ There are so many places to pray/ So much Jesus on my way/ Where is my love? Nobody knows/ We are in the same jam/ Milkshake of violence/ Where is my Love? Nobody knows/ There are so many books lost on the train and many children to keep safe/ Nobody wants to know/ We are in a sex tape/ Milkshake of bunny girls/ Where is my love? Nobody knows who is playing this song/ Nobody knows where is my love/ He’s writing my song/ Nobody knows who is my love/ He’s praying to my God/ Nobody knows who is my love/ He’s singing my song/ Nobody know who’s my love?
Please Elise/ Tell me where the eagle flies/ Sky Stolen tonight/ Please don’t cry/ We will fight for our sky, just tonight/ And if you don’t see the sky it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist/ Maybe you should have a drink/ I was living here and now pack/ Your bags we’ll find a way to keep going/ I feel so sorry for you/ To escape is not my way/ Stay/ And now the fear is just a nice noise.
5.TIME NEVER DIES
Let me swim twice in the same love/ I don’t need to be a rich man/ I don’t need to be like you/ Let me swing in hell/ Time is my best friend/ I don’t need to be a rich man/ I don’t want to be like you/ Kiss my ass every time You keep your rifle in my name/ Don’t count the hours you know Time never dies/ How does is feel to be poor and free?No dark clouds in my sky/ Time never dies.
6.THE DRUNK MAN
I am the only drunk man in your church/ I am your helping hands/ I begin where the river ends/ I am the only drunk man in your church/
I am your rain dance/ I begin where the desert ends/ I am the holy drunk man in your chest/ I am your tower bells/ I begin when the kingdom ends/ I am your Helping hands/ I am your rain dance, your tower bells where the heaven ends.
New York you’re my hysterical Lady/ She wants all my memories/ And wake me up with your heroin/ Dust Gun Smoke New York I have to talk/ That time my grandpa was in the army/ People against the people/ Back home/ People against the people against the people in New York/ Paris you are my fashion Lady/ She drinks all my memories/ And wake me up with your wine/ Dust Blood Bomb Paris i have to go/ And this time my brother is in the army/ People against the people in the square/ People against the people against the people in Paris/ Dust gun smoke dust blood bomb my love, i can’t take it anymore.
8.OUT OF THE BOX
Living in an empty space/ Far away from your face/ Thinking in a different way/ Out of the box/ Living full of grace/ Far away from your place/ Drinking in another cave/ Out of the box/ All the love i’ve felt is now on your chest/ Singing in another key/ Far away from the weight/ And the words are lost on the rocks/ Out of the box/ All the love i have felt is know on your chest, please don’t forget.
9.THANKS FOR COMING
Thank for coming with perfect timing/ I don’t want to be on the walk of fame/ Please don’t write my name/ please erase my name/ It’s time to go away.