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Concrete

by Elisa Korenne

"The legend of Pat Benatar joining the pop appeal of Sheryl Crow to create an album that would make Melissa Etheridge proud and Natalie Merchant jealous." - Middle Tennessee Music
Genre: Rock: Adult Contemporary
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2. Concrete
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3. Love to Love
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4. Keep It in My Heart
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5. Color Me In
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6. Lean Into the Curve
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7. Take Me Slowly
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8. Yours for a Song
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9. 100 Miles to Nowhere
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10. Ferris Wheel
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11. Trail of Broken Hearts Behind Me
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
What people are saying about Concrete:
"Worth the wait."
"Five out of five stars."
"File this album under: Must-listen music."
"Elisa's voice is captivating; it pulls you in and speaks to your soul."
"Great musical compositions together with lyrical prowess that shines."
"Music provides the landscape; setting the mood for the explorations and discoveries that are about to come."
"Elisa weaves in and out of genres like knitting the most comforting of musical blankets."
"Stirring album filled with solid musicianship, soulful vocals, and well-crafted lyrics. If you like strong, thoughtful music, this one’s for you."
"Elisa is opening minds and hearts through music. Let her open yours."

Concrete is my first full-production AAA release since Favorite--which CD Baby called "one of the best albums we've ever heard"--and incorporates five years of my best songwriting. It includes a mix of genres that should have something for everyone. I call my music EDGY AND ELEGANT ACOUSTIC AND ROCK, but you'll have to decide where it falls in the intersection between rock, blues, and contemporary folk.

Concrete was produced by the grammy-award winning producer, Kevin Bowe, and features performances by Kevin, Alison Scott, Peter Anderson of the Honeydogs, and Steve Price.

I include press below, and lyrics after that.

Thanks for taking a listen.

Cheers,

Elisa

PRESS REVIEWS OF ELISA'S MUSIC

TOP 50 NEW INDIE ARTIST RELEASE PICK: "Elisa Korenne's newest CD, Favorite, couldn't be released on a better-named label. Edgy and Elegant truly describes Favorite, and it's sure to be just that as soon as youlisten. When the opening track crackled with radio static and a hollow sound, I really wondered what I was in for. Then there were layers of drums, guitars, and bass that only accentuated Elisa Korenne's beautiful, mellow vocals. With unique lyrics like 'Twist-tie mouth wrapping up a puckered pout" and a gorgeous a cappella harmony on my person favorite track, 'Instead,' Elisa Korenne's new CD belongs on anyone's must play list."
—Singer & Musician Magazine

"One of the best albums we've ever heard....With the attitude of female country, the grounded rootsy sound of Americana and the accessibility of folk rock, Elisa Korenne serves up a convincing, professional album that straddles itself between Melissa Etheridge, Aimee Mann, Veruca Salt and Jann Arden. Even while she draws from various genres as different as adult contemporary and Americana country, her sound is cohesive, well-blended and really damn catchy. For those who lean towards adult female rock, this lady has guts, substance and yet, she never loses her elegant touch."
—CD Baby

"Korenne is like a great trapeze artist, floating effortlessly through a multitude of genres, her superb voice catching her each time with equal ease."[read more]
—Indie-music.com

"...captivates your eyes and ears..."[read more]
—The Aquarian

"Elisa's silky voice wraps around driving guitars and soft percussion with equal ease."
—The New York Sun, June 24, 2005

" combining the soulfulness of Tori Amos, the gritty pop sensibility of Sheryl Crow and her own distinct personality... Wonderfully emotive vocals and stunning songcrafting both lyrically and musically."
—Music Morsels

"...stands out [with] husky vocals, engaging lyrics, and catchy melodies..."
—Womenfolk.net

"Superb, sexy, sultry, and soulful is Elisa Korenne's Favorite. Her vocal strength is outstanding and I would compare it to any female singer-songwriter in existence today. "
—Craig Hyman, Independent A&R/Consultant, Numinous Music

"...la douce et belle Elisa Korenne. Issue de la scène folk-rock-indie new-yorkaise, elle affiche un style personnel, teinté de blues et de funk roots. A découvrir!"—Nevers-a-Vif Festival

"En tout cas l’écoute de son premier album « Edgy & Elegant music » m’a rendu heureux… Vraiment heureux! Je suis fier de cette découverte même si je reconnais qu’il faut un peu de temps pour rentrer dans son univers qui se situe à mi chemin entre l’americana le plus traditionnel et un funk roots classieux. Pour le décrire, imaginez une voix mélodieuse qui illumine des sonorités âpres et rugueuses et vous aurez une partie de la vérité....Il se trouve, qui plus est, qu’Elisa Korenne est aussi une fille charmante dans le vie.... Brillante envolée solitaire en tout cas... Une grande artiste à découvrir d’urgence."—Crossroads Music Magazine

"American star!"—Sligo Weekender, Ireland

"Elisa Korenne's rich voice is amazingly addictive."
—Pulse Weekly (click to read the review)

"...someone we will be hearing more from!"—Ron Olesko, WFDU, Fairfield, NJ

"...a step above the singer-songwriters who haunt the city's venues..." —Time Out New York

"Bask in the warm glow of rhapsodist Elisa Korenne as her honest vocals offer stories of love and loss. From the first notes of her artful acoustic guitar playing, the rest of the world disappears and you will be captivated by her humble musicality. Reminiscent of Sarah McLachlan's earlier albums, each song is contemplatively revealing. And Korenne's skilled strumming provides a seductive counter-rhythm to every heartache and adventure revealed by her luxurious voice."
—Siren Song Magazine (click to read the review)

"vocal intensity…lyrics that reflect life."
—The Daily Collegian of Penn State University, State College, PA

"Of the tens of thousands of shows I have reviewed over the past 25 years, Elisa's music is at the top of the talent list."
—Marty Kasamarski, Marty's Bar, Portchester, NY

"…set apart from the rest."
—Village Voice, New York, NY

"Elisa's vocals on [Infatuation] are amazing."
—Edge Underground (click to read the review)


LYRICS FOR CONCRETE

Know Better

I know better than to lay my hand on the stove
I know better than to lean too far out the window
I don’t cross the street without looking both ways
So why
Don’t I know enough to be careful around you

I know better than to dive into a tidal wave
I know better than to drive into a hurricane
I don’t go wandering in lightning storms
So why
Am I so drawn to you

I should know better
I don’t know better
Because I know no better
No better than you

I know better than to dock before the end of the cruise
I know better than to stop before seeing the view
I don’t stay inside ’cause the water’s too cold
So why
Don’t I just say yes to you

I should know better
I don’t know better
Because I know no better
No better than you

I should know better
I don’t know better
Because I know no better
No better than
I don’t know any better than
No one better than you

Concrete

Concrete walkways to concrete cells
Concrete edges to our hollow shells
Concrete wrapped around my feet
Concrete

Concrete scepter, concrete crown
I wish I knew how not to drown
In my concrete boat on a concrete sea
I’m a concrete refugee

I’m not looking for something so hard and fast
Or looking to stay just to make it last
I’m looking for someone to walk with me
On the concrete waters of the concrete sea

Concrete mold around my soul
Too hardened to move, or too scared to let go
Concrete boots, concrete gloves,
Concrete dividers between our love

It’s the concrete sound of a concrete heart
Buried to hide its concrete scars
Concrete wagons circling empty rooms
Concrete drums beating concrete tattoos

I’m not looking for something so hard and fast…

Concrete ruffles on concrete beds
Concrete muffles what they may have said
Concrete shingles on a concrete roof
Concrete makes us fireproof

Concrete tempest on a rock hard sea
Concrete cementing you and me
Concrete glistening from too much rain
Concrete leads me home again

I’m not looking for something so hard and fast
Or looking to stay just to make it last
I’m looking for someone to walk with me
To walk with me
To walk with me
On the concrete waters of the concrete sea


Love to Love
This song is based on the life of Victoria Woodhull (1838-1927). She was the first woman to run for president, the first woman to publish a newspaper, and the first woman to own a Wall Street Bank. Above all she was, in her own words, “too many years ahead of this age.”

They called me “snake” and “impudent witch”
To say free love would save us made me Satan’s bitch
In 1866, couldn’t be a feminist
I earned myself a fortune and ran twice for president

Married three times, and slept with many others
I slept with hallowed reverends
and I slept with free-love lovers
When men can sleep around while saying
how much women need’em
The first thing women need is sexual freedom

I love to be loved as I love when I love
I’m gonna be loved as I love when I love
If you want to love as I love when I love
You gotta be loved as you love when you love

Born in a wooden shack in Homer,
telling fortunes for my keep
My father starved and hit me;
doctor wed me at 15
Two kids and one drunk husband,
who squandered all our dough
I was an actress, whore, and psychic
for a Travelling Medicine Show

Cornelius Vanderbilt was 76
He got my sister’s and my version of a
sexual psychic fix,
We asked him for a brokerage house to
see what we could get
Selling stock’s like telling futures;
I made a fortune out of it.

I love to be loved as I love when I love
I’m gonna be loved as I love when I love
If you want to love as I love when I love
You gotta be loved as you love when you love

Keep It in My Heart

When words can’t get through
Your secret’s in the way of you
Just tell it to me true
I’ll keep it in my heart

You got nothing to lose
You got nothing to prove
I’m devoted to you
I’ll keep it in my heart

I’ll take your burden in cupped hands
Hold it gently and understand
I won’t make any demands

I can share the weight
Help you keep it safe
Weighs less to me anyway
I’ll keep it in my heart

Away from prying eyes and thoughts
Away from what it cost
Regain what you have lost
I’ll keep it in my heart

I’ll take your burden in cupped hands
Hold it gently and understand
I won’t make any demands

What you carry glints in moonlight
It won’t come out till the deep dark night
A prison guard is still in prison
(beat) Let go of what you’ve hidden
What you keep inside keeps you

(Time to) release your ghosts
Free your shadows, come home
You don’t have to be alone
I’ll keep it in my heart

Put your secret to rest
Here beneath my breast
Harbored and blessed
I’ll keep it in my heart

I’ll take your burden in cupped hands
I’ll hold it gently and understand
I won’t make any demands


Color Me In

You’re a phrase full of blanks
A novel in shorthand
I understand
I could fill in your blanks

I’m an outline in pen
Nothing colored within
I’m a barely sketched hint
You could color me in

You be my missing colors
I’ll be your missing words
If you color me, I’ll color you too
I’ll fill you in, if you fill me in too

We’ll fill in your blanks
No need to say thanks
Just take my hand
As we fill in your blanks

We’ll color me in
Eyes, hair, and skin
Then we’ll see what’s within
When we color me in

You be my missing colors
I’ll be your missing words
If you color me, I’ll color you too
I’ll fill you in, if you fill me in too

Color me, I’ll color you too
Fill me in, and I’ll fill you in too
Color me, and I’ll color you in too



Lean Into the Curve

(It’s coming up too) fast
Can’t turn back
Too late to break
Can’t even fake it
Heading straight
Now it’s too late
Wanna go home
Gotta stay on the road

Lean into the curve
When you’ve lost your nerve
Centripetal force will keep you steady
Soon you will be ready

Ride myself too hard
Always on guard
Pretend to steer
All I do is veer
Can’t see past the bend
Scared to hit a dead end
Gotta let it go
Gotta trust in the road

Lean into the curve
When you’ve lost your nerve
Centripetal force will keep you steady
Soon you will be ready

We’re made to bend
So we don’t break
We’re make to learn
From our mistakes
Don’t give up now
You’re half way there
It’s just another way
To get there

Lean into the curve
When you’ve lost your nerve
Centripetal force will keep you steady
Soon you will be ready


Take Me Slowly

Take me slowly, make me want you
Slowly, make me need you
Let your hands explore, make me beg for more
Slowly

Take me fully, don’t leave anything behind
Fully, I’d rather go completely
I’ve got no one else to give to, no one to save myself for

Take me
Take me

Take me lonely, can’t find anyone else to hold me
I’m lonely, I’ll take this taking holy
Be my savior, take me lonely

Take me hard, don’t give me time to recover
Take me hard, don’t give me room to breathe
Suffocate me, in an embrace that cancels me

Take me
Take me
Take me
Take me



Yours for a Song

I could be yours for a song
Been in this window too long
With the vintage hats and stained mugs
Dusty books and broken toy trucks
Improved like wine
A better flavor with time
Take me home for a song

I’m yours for a song
I was built to be strong
Like antique globes and fondue bowls
That old boat motor that will never be sold
Made to last
A treasure from the past
Take me home for a song

Treasures can hide in plain sight
A trifle’s a prize if you look at it right
Once you place me where I belong
Everyone will see what you saw

Here where I’m yours for a song
Come back later, and I may be gone
You might spend all life long
Trying to find me again
Right here I’m yours for a song
And if you go wrong
It was only a song
Only a song
Only



100 Miles to Nowhere


It's a hundred miles to nowhere
And nowhere's where I've been
Can't seem to get to somewhere
Though I keep trying

It's a hundred miles to nowhere
To keep going is my curse
At least I'm on the run when I'm moving
Sitting still would be worse

I need to keep on going
It's only moving that I feel at home
Won't ask for directions
I don't want to know the name of this road
No, I don't want to know

It's a hundred miles to nowhere
I feel the fatigue of the road
Sleep's always a few miles further
I can never lighten my load

It's a hundred miles to nowhere
They say the journey's the point
All I've learned over ten thousand miles
Is that what I love, I'll destroy

I need to keep on going
It's only moving that I feel at home
Won't ask for directions
I don't want to know the name of this road
No, I don't want to know

It's a hundred miles to nowhere
And nowhere's where I've been
Can't seem to get to somewhere
And I'm done trying...

I need to keep on going
It's only moving that I feel at home
Won't ask for directions
I don't want to know the name of this road
No, I don't want to know, I don’t want to know :|

I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know,
The name of this road


Ferris Wheel

It’s not about the Ferris Wheel
Or the way his hand holds hers
It’s not the wind at the top of the world
Or the stars that feel so close
It’s not the way he leans in
To whisper in her ear
It’s not the way she looks at him
Saying nothing, the meaning clear
It’s not about them, it’s about me

It’s not how the crowd sounds
Far away from high above
It’s not the scent of cotton candy
Laced with ocean salt
It’s not about the room to spread out
On a bench made tight for two
It’s not how the breeze feels colder
Without someone next to you
It’s not about that, it’s about me

Up for them is down for me
If I could stop I’d swing so free
It’s peaceful view I see
When it’s far away from me

It’s not about the bumper cars
That crash but never meet
It’s not about the flashing arcade
Or the kids who keep getting beat
It’s not about the hollow music
Piped in from the carousel
But the wish that I could go
Somewhere else (which is really)
Not about them, it’s about me
It’s not about them, it’s about me.

What’s up for them is down for me
If I could stop I’d swing so free
A peaceful view I see
So far away from me


Trail of Broken Hearts Behind Me

I like to leave a trail of broken hearts behind me
That way I know I left them wanting more
I like to see them lining up to find me
As I sneak out by the other door

I like to watch them scrambling for attention
While I’m aloof and laissez faire
I like to hear them bidding their affections
While I’m the one who leaves without a care

See them look at you
And then make them look again
Make them not want to turn away
If you’ve got them by the second glance
You’ve gotten them to stay.

I like to leave a trail of broken hearts behind me
That way I’m sure I’m loved and not ignored
I always try to keep one man beside me
And change them daily so I don’t get bored

Don’t give them anything they say they want
In fact it’s when you don’t they stick around
Don’t loosen your hold till you’re getting gone
Then leave them while they’re still bound to you

Always keep something hidden
Don’t give it all away
Keep them in your thrall
Line them up and watch them fall
You’re sure to make their day

I like to leave a trail of broken hearts behind me
I like to leave them weeping in the aisles
I always leave them wondering how to find me
Ready to follow me for miles

I wouldn’t counsel you to try my patience
My affection for you wouldn’t survive the blow
I suggest you learn some toleration
And you might postpone the time when I will go

See them look at you
And make them look again
Make them not want to turn away
If you’ve got them by the second glance
You’ve gotten them to stay.

Always keep something hidden
Don’t give it all away
Keep them in your thrall
Line them up and watch them fall
You’re sure to make their day


A Little Bit of Salt

Take the sugar and butter
Add the flour and the eggs
Some milk and some vanilla
But you know you ain’t done yet
Cuz if you want to make it sweet
Yeah sweet to a fault
Don’t forget the key ingredient
Don’t forget to add the salt

A little bit of salt will make it sweeter
A little bit of rain will make it bloom
A little bit of sand will make it smoother
A little bit of harm can do us good

Take a man and take a woman
Add some laughter and respect
Some love and conversation
But you know you ain’t done yet
Cuz if you want to make it good
The best that you’ve had
Gotta learn to compromise
Take the good right with the bad

A little bit of salt will make it sweeter
A little bit of rain will make it bloom
A little bit of sand will make it smoother
A little bit of harm can do us good



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