https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9hJ8eI8vWU
I met a guy in a west coast town, had four walls to bring him down.
And he sometimes speaks of you, the way that you want him to.
Late at night he'd reminisce, over the lips he used to kiss.
And his hand upon your hip, why don't you send him a line.
Cause I'm almost certain, That he's going crazy.
For two seconds of your love.
Two seconds of your love, Is all I need from you.
Two seconds of your time, that's enough to say we're through.
Two beats of your heart, enough to know we'll never part.
Two seconds of your love, that's all I ever want.
I never thought that he'd go that far, lost his job and he stole a car.
And he's running back to you, the way you'd want him to.
Late at night I reminisce, over the lips I used to kiss.
And your hand upon my wrist, why don't you send me a line.
Cause I'm almost certain, that I'm going crazy.
For two seconds of your love.
Two seconds of your love, Is all I need of you.
Two seconds of your time, that's enough to say we're through.
Two beats of your heart, enough to know we'll never part.
Two seconds of your love, it's all I ever want.
Two seconds of your love, Is all I need of you.
Two seconds of your time, that's enough to say we're through.
Two beats of your heart, enough to know we'll never part.
Two seconds of your love, it's all I ever want.
Sophie and I went to see Laura - not sure of the set list but she covered the following ...
Churches Off the Interstate
Someday Sparrow
Do You Ever Think of Me
Queen of the Coast
Brand New Eyes
I'm Gonna Miss This Town
Can't Wait
AWM-Bless
When the Roses Bloom Again
Secret Language
Not the Tremblin' Kind
The Whiskey Makes You Sweeter
Two Seconds
REVIEW BY PAUL RHODES
Laura Cantrell is one of a rare breed. Seeking a life, rather than a career in music has enabled her to resist the drip-drip to pander to today’s fads, which is perhaps why her body of work is so consistent.
Cantrell is also a DJ of note, so it was not a surprise that the setlist on Friday was crafted with the same care that goes into her songs. The 13-tune, 80-minute set showcased her new album, but began and ended with tunes from her debut and had enough forays into her back catalogue to keep everyone happy. It helped that over more than 20 years almost everything she has released is of the highest quality.
Despite being an Americana artist, what also startles is how many of her songs feel like bona fide hits – from the 1960s. Her cover of Amy Rigby’s Brand New Eyes recalls Ronnie Spector. Do You Ever Think Of Me (from her proper debut, Not The Tremblin’ Kind) would sit proudly in the country pop canon of Skeeter Davis, while Two Seconds, the closing song on Friday, can devastate just as effectively as her heroine Kitty Wells. Listening to too much Wells can be a bit of a straightening experience, but Cantrell’s set was far more varied.
This was her first show at the Brudenell since 2016, and it was clear from the first that she hasn’t spent the last seven years gargling stones and whisky. Her voice was as clear and wonderful as ever.
Kicking off her UK tour, Cantrell’s five-piece band were still, laughingly, brushing off a few rough edges, but these enhanced rather than detracted from the show. Adding too much polish would obscure the music’s soul.
“Laura Cantrell’s voice was as clear and wonderful as ever,” says reviewer Paul Rhodes
Alongside Cantrell (rather than at a deferential sidestep), Mark Spencer and Jimmy Ryan on electric guitar and mandolin shone. They took in the different contours of the Americana map, with country at the centre, but more than a smidgen of rock, rockabilly and folk.
Cantrell’s new album, Just Like A Rose, her first since 2013, is among the strongest of her career. It is saying something that the new duet with Steve Earle of her signature song When The Roses Bloom Again (penned by Jeff Tweedy, but made entirely her own by Cantrell) is not the best tune on the record.
That honour goes to AWM – Bless. AWM (Angry White Man) is a protest number that takes aim at any number of entitled white-backed alpha males. Written in anger, it retains a dignity that makes such songs endure.
When it comes to Laura Cantrell, the Leeds crowd were powerless. They also enjoyed entertaining opener Doug Levitt. This songwriter is leading a colourful, itinerant life, a former foreign correspondent and travel writer too (listen to his Greyhound Stories on BBC Sounds).
His first album, Edge Of Everywhere, is an apt title for his journeyman songs. The pick of the bunch, (not coincidentally the shortest by some distance) was I Killed Buddy Gray.
The crowd gave Levitt a warm hand, but for Cantrell they really didn’t want her to leave. A great night at the Brudenell, thanks to Joe Coates and Please Please You Productions.
Review by Paul Rhodes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kifh6UOOZyo&t=31s
Laura Cantrell - When The Roses Bloom Again
They were strolling in the gloaming
Where the roses were in bloom
A soldier and his sweetheart brave and true
And their hearts were filled with sorrow
For their thoughts were of tomorrow
As she pinned a rose upon his coat of blue
Do not ask me love to linger
When you know not what to say
For duty calls your sweetheart's name again
And your heart need not be sighing
If I be among the dying
I'll be with you when the roses bloom again
When the roses bloom again
Beside the river
And the mockingbird has sung his sweet refrain
In the days of auld lang syne
I'll be with you sweetheart mine
I'll be with you when the roses bloom again
Mid the rattle of the battle
Came a whisper soft and low
A soldier who had fallen in the fray
I am dying, I am dying
And I know I'll have to go
But I want to tell you
Before I pass away
There's a far and distant river
Where the roses are in bloom
A sweetheart who is waiting there for me
And it's there I pray you take me
I've been faithful, don't forsake me
I'll be with her when the roses bloom again
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Jeff Tweedy / Woody Guthrie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuO2gbeUzb0
One from East St Louis with a scar beneath his eye
Left the kitchen spotless on the day he said goodbye
Breakaway republic dude, supremely filthy mouth
Copiah, Mississipi, points much further south
It's never light outside yet when they climb into the van
Remember at your peril, forget the ones you can
Leave home feeling empty, change planes in Taipei
Stay awake the whole time, end up several worlds away
The house was almost full that day, they made a space for you
This world is sad and broken, gotta fix a crack or two
Rest until you're rested, climb back onto the caravan
Remember at your peril, forget the ones you can
And then just when you think you've learned how to forget
You learn it's just the ones who haven't risen to the surface yet
Absence after absence, keep the place secure
This will be the last time that I do this, I'm pretty sure
No one lasts for long in this profession, so they say
Maybe see you again someday
Every endpoint fixed forever on the day its arc began
Remember at your peril, forget the ones you can
Forget the ones you can
