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I have talked a few of my very talented friends into joining me to form a band for the CD Release Show at Poe's Pub on Friday, September 11.  The line-up includes Kris Krull on drums, John Dacey on bass, and Paul Johnson on guitar.  Paul played on a couple of the tracks on "Songs One Day We'll Used to Know" back in 2010.  You might remember him from his Waxing Poetics days.  I'm excited to be playing with Kris, John, and Paul!

I am very excited to share that my friend, Bill Ku, has agreed to start working on a video for a song on the new CD.  The song is called "Sometimes It's a Song" and the video will be shot here in the Richmond area sometime in August.  Look for more updates on the release date of the video soon!

The tentative release date for the new EP is August 25.  Pre-orders will ship the first week of August.  

 

 

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A Place in the Sun

by Rob Williams
Released May 28, 2013 Recorded at Sound of Music Studio (Richmond, VA) Produced by John Morand

Released May 28, 2013

Recorded at Sound of Music Studio (Richmond, VA)

Produced by John Morand

Whiskey in the morning

(R. Williams)

Hard to believe Mona Lisa noticed me and I was smitten from the start

She said our love it would always rise above then she trampled my heart

When she left me for someone with an accent and a degree

Why, oh why, couldn't she see those things in me

    Now I drink whiskey in the morning to wash away her clever smile

    When the evening falls I won't need her at all with this bottle by my side

Hard to say if I'll every find a way to get past Mona Lisa's beguiling ways

I'd like to think if I ever stop to think that I could but I still see her smiling face

When she dropped me like she had planned it all along

I still wonder what I ever did wrong

   Now I drink whiskey in the morning to wash away her clever smile

   When the evening falls I won't need her at all with this bottle by my side

Drowning my sorrows has gotten the better of me

Mud in my eye is the only thing I see

    When I drink whiskey in the morning to wash away the memory

    When the evening falls I won't remember her at all or her little treachery

    So I drink whiskey in the morning to wash away her clever smile

    When the evening falls I won't need her at all with the bottle by my side

 

Nothing good

(R. Williams)

It was time to decide if this thing we had's black and white

Or revolving shades of blue

When you sang me the song that was playing all night long

In your head the night you left too soon

    Seriously now that I am without you I've got nothing good left to do

    Seriously I am down about I got nothing good left to do

Did you know all along that you'd write me that song

Was I just your foil to rescue?

Now it spins round and round in my head, pulls me down

Compounding the issues

    Seriously now that I am without you I've got nothing good left to do

    Seriously I am down about I got nothing good left to do

Could we try? Take a little time I'm the one with nothing here to lose

    Seriously I cannot blame you I had nothing good left to do

    Seriously I am down about you I've got nothing good left to do

    I've got nothing good, I've got nothing good, I've got nothing good left to do

 

strange way

(R. Williams)

You are kicking the habit I hope you won't regret it

And be as lonely as the day is long

Though I don't understand it I know once it's abandoned

A love that was wasn't love at all

Girl, you got a strange way

 

You downplayed all the good things I hope you'll understand if

I'm not quick to downplay along

I know you think if you stay here you'll start to lose control here

And find yourself more vulnerable than you want

Girl, you got a strange way of saying you love me showing you care

Saying you love me

 

You are kicking the habit I know you won't forget it 

When you're as lonely as the night is long

Girl, you got a strange way of saying you love me showing you care

Saying you love me showing you care saying you love me

 

short sighted

(R. Williams)

It was right around the time 

I set out from this one horse town to find

If the fame and fortune that I seek 

Was in fact, in turn, seeking me

That this one thing became evident

From the first obstacle that I met

Yeah, this could take some time

 

And then not long after that

On a road narrowed by mistakes I kept

Making over and over again

I was so far gone I could not begin

To notice that surrounding me

Was the fortune that I'd longed to see

Yeah, right here all this time

    Though intentions, like my vision, are short sighted and strained

    I'm a good man and I hope that is all that you need from me

 

When I opened up my eyes

Finally saw you and the best of times

You know, I supposed you were a dream

Why would a girl like you wait for a mess like me?

You said somethings are just made to be

And every day you've been convincing me

Yeah, even after all this time

    Though intentions, like my vision, are short sighted and strained

    I'm a good man and I hope that is all that you need from me

 

when you're better 

Featuring Sarah Brawley

(R. Williams)

All the pieces of this tired, lonely night crumble when I think about

All the places that you might be calling home drifting through somebody else's arms

Now you are my sad song

 

All the pieces of your tired broken heart are wasted on someone like me

I've been wishing for a brand new start, but wishing, it just wears on me

So I'll be your sad, sad, sad song

I'll be your sad, sad, sad song

 

All the pictures of your thin, smiling face remind me of some hopefulness

I can't get to and make you understand sometimes all you need is a hand to hold on to

Through a sad, sad, sad song

I'll be your sad, sad, sad song

 

Your addiction made you lose the ground beneath you

I've been trying to reach you, you won't let me in

When you're better will you let me know

 

All the phone calls and letters that you send reach me though I cannot find the strength

To tell you I'm still trying to get my feet beneath me and it's proving to be a road too long

Like a sad, sad, sad song

I'll be your sad, sad, sad song

 

norfolk southern

(R. Williams)

Oh, preacher lift me off my knees

Wash away the sins of my centuries

In the hierarchy from bad to good

The devil, Sherman, Hoover, Hollywood

    Seven nights, seven days

    Southern lights, Atlantic waves

    Wheels roll down Norfolk Southern rail

 

My mother's father, he was born

In the 19th century on a dusty farm

Just down the road from Milwaukee, Ahoskie, too

If you spoke to him by God he spoke to you

    Seven nights, seven days

    Southern lights, Atlantic waves

    Wheels roll down Norfolk Southern rail

 

It takes time to make plans to beat the heat

I've got ties strong as rails, rails deep and wide, rails wide and deep

 

Oh, preacher, lift me off the ground

Silence my tongue, open my eyes to look around

Show me what I need to know

If you've a place for me I've got someplace to go

    Seven nights, seven days

    Southern lights, Atlantic waves

    Wheels roll down Norfolk Southern rail

 

A place in the sun

(R. Williams)

Don't know what there is to say

Looking at the world this way

I don't think that I believe

That this place was meant for me

    On the lawn by the pool at the house on the hill

    A place in the sun

    By the accident of birth or a ring my dear

    You're the lucky one

 

Now and then I close my eyes

See you in the clear blue skies

Jetting off to God-knows-where

Turn a page and see you there

    On the lawn by the pool at the house on the hill

    A place in the sun

    By the accident of birth or a ring my dear

    You're the lucky one

 

When you hear a siren's song

Beware nothing there lasts too long

Diamonds fade and dollars slide

Old trophies they get cast aside

    On the sand by the sea near the house on the hill

    A place in the sun

    By the accident of birth or a ring my dear

    Now who's the lucky one?

    On the lawn by the pool at the house on the hill

    A place in the sun

    By the accident of birth or ring my dear

    The accident of birth or a ring?

    Looks like the ring, but it's never a sure thing

 

what you gave

(Conlee, Funk, Neufeld, Query, Tornfelt)

 

cry another river

(R. Williams)

Sunshine, our love was a straight line to the horizon

Nothing but open road

You held the reins, called the shots

And that was alright we were living the good life

Beneath and endless cobalt sky

You crossed your heart, hoped to die

What changed your mind when you looked me in the eye and said

    Cry me another river that down stream

    Becomes my deliverance, baby, from the mess that was you

    Remind me how it was that I came to be

    So engrossed in this bad dream oh the wreck that was you

 

Sunshine, in the waning of daylight

I was playing those long-shot roadside rooms

No compass rose to guide me on

I changed my tune when you looked me in the eye and said

 

    Cry me another river that down stream

    Becomes my deliverance, baby, from the mess that was you

    Remind me how it was that I came to be

    So engrossed in this bad dream oh the wreck that was you

 

All alone beneath the sky, the moonlit sky

 

just like you

(R. Williams)

Just another Carolina cloudless afternoon

The highway stretched in front of me like something that would disappear too soon

It reminded me of you and the things I never thought all the way through

Like the change of time I was falling behind

When this day is through I hope to fall into

    The arms of someone just like you

    The arms of someone just like you

    One thing that I swore I'd never do was fall from the graces of someone like you

 

As the day progressed and the road began to take its toll

I became obsessed with the rhythm of the radio

It was beauty skin-deep the kind that would not keep over time

Time to move along if my timing was wrong

Then I hope my next move will bring me into

    The arms of someone just like you

    The arms of someone just like you

    One thing that I swore I'd never do was fall from the graces of someone like you

 

Damn my intentions 

They spin out of control

You just wanted the moment

I wish I had known, I wish I had known

 

When evening fell the highway rolled along

The melody surrounding me kept breaking up til it was gone

It reminded me of you and things we left undone never to see through

Like a work of art that became a change of heart

Now at last I start to make my way to 

    The arms of someone just like you

    The arms of someone just like you

    One thing that I swore I'd never do was fall from the graces of someone like you

 

selvaggia borromeo

(R. Williams)

There're some days I feel I've been worked to death

Broken on the factory floor or at the corporate desk

There still lives in me a teacher that 

Could work all day for nothing but the thought I can't forget

    You, when you shine

    I'm making room for you in this heart of mine

    Oh, Selvaggia

    Oh, Selvaggia

 

The waking hours catch me by surprise

I throw down that damned alarm clock and open up my eyes

To face another day without you near

I spend half my time pretending and the rest of it I fear

    But you, you always shine

    I'm making room for you in this heart of mine

    Oh, Selvaggia

    Oh, Selvaggia Borromeo

    Selvaggia Borromeo

 

A photograph in Roman hillside shade

Beneath the ruins of a broken colonnade

It's a picture that I realize was made

The day my love was born

 

Now I must face reality 

It's not something that I'm good at, but it's time I ought to be

And leave you where nothing's real

The way you look, they way I feel 

    When you, when you shine

    I'll keep a place for you in this heart of mine

    Oh, Selvaggia

    Oh, Selvaggia Borromeo

    Selvaggia Borromeo

 

Rob Williams

 

About his new record, Rob Williams says, “I wanted this one to be different from my previous records so I decided to go away from home to record it.”  That decision landed him in Dallas, Texas with producer Salim Nourallah, whose credits include The Old 97’s, I Love Math, and The Damnwells.  “I needed to approach this record differently than I had with my others,” he continues, “but I couldn’t really shake myself out of the equation.  So I ended up going a thousand miles from home and working with people I’d never met.  They were able to hear things in my songs that I didn’t know were there and I love what emerged as a result of their contributions.”

This is the second solo release from Williams, a native of Richmond, Virginia, following 2013’s A Place in the Sun.  His previous band, Joe Buck, Jr., released three albums over a sporadic 15 year period and is best known for their 1996 cover of Sparklehorse’s Someday I Will Treat You Good.

The new release was recorded at Nourallah’s Pleasantry Lane Studio and features performances by several notable Dallas musicians including John Dufilho (drums, guitar, keys), Jason Garner (drums, bass), Paul Slavens (keys, accordion), Rich Martin (keys), Camille Cortinas (backing vocals), and Joe Reyes (guitar).  Nourallah contributes bass and backing vocals on several tracks.  “One of the things that I really liked about working with Salim was that he had an ear for matching the right people with the right songs,” Williams says.  “Because of that, we ended up with two different drummers, two different bass players, two or three piano players, and so forth, but I don’t think that the record lacks consistency because of it.  One of my goals for this project was to make a record over a fixed amount of time and resist the temptation to continuously go back and fix things in the studio.  Salim made decisions quickly and we moved at a fast pace.  What I love about this record is that even though we didn't spend months and months trying to make it perfect, it's rich with character. And it has a youthful energy,” he smiles, “unlike its author.” 

The new release can be pre-ordered at www.robwilliamsacoustic.com

Williams will support the new release with a series of short solo acoustic regional tours in the Southeast and Mid-Atlantic.  

                                                   Promo Photo A - Photo by Jen Stackpole

                                                   Promo Photo A - Photo by Jen Stackpole

                                                  Promo Photo B - Photo by Gray Gurkin

                                                  Promo Photo B - Photo by Gray Gurkin