Jukebox Generation

by Chloe Hawes

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The second EP, out on Under the Bridge Records

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released March 10, 2017

All songs, vocals, and guitars by Chloe Hawes
Drums on Leave You Be and Hand Me Over by Sam Johnson
Drums on Hollywood Sign by Simone Trequattrini
Produced and mixed by Steve Millar
Mastered by Sam Clayton
Artwork by Mike Bladen

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Chloe Hawes England, UK

Singer-songwriter from Essex, based in Manchester.

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Track Name: Leave You Be
I found myself in Candy’s room, you can’t predict these kind of nights
I had to be buried, for release from this tomb
Already caught in a battle of the mind

Tell me what do you do, what do you do,
If she offers to show you something new?

It isn’t a question of control,
Nor is it a matter of right and wrong.
Maybe I was beaten by curiosity,
If that’s how you like it, then I will just leave you be

Are you safer to dance, with the devil you know,
Or go up town, to see what’s wild?
She said grab the keys, don’t think, just go,
We drove deep on into the night

Did you know, did you know what you were looking for?
Can you handle this cherry bomb?

Chorus

I will just leave you be
Track Name: Hand Me Over
Sam is playing sad songs, at the back of that old, smoke filled room
Through the haze and dim lights I search for you
There are people all around me with glowing cigars and cigarettes
I turn and see orange embers lighting your silhouettes

Hand me over, to

The jukebox generation, to the diners and jazz clubs of a far away nation
Somehow I miss that old time sound
Let us dance the two-step until we hit the ground

From the late nights and the bar stalls, to the long, long drives home
Try to last ‘til the sunrise hear the morning birds sing in the skies they roam
We love all those old country tunes, slurring over forgotten words
Bottles one become two ignite the happiness and hurt

Hand me over, to

The Jukebox generation, to the diners and jazz clubs of a far away nation
Somehow I miss that old time sound
Let us dance the two-step until we hit the ground

Miles is crying so what
Roy has got a lonesome heart
Elvis he’s all shook up
Dolly almost lost her love

Hand me over, to

The Jukebox generation, to the diners and jazz clubs of a far away nation
Somehow I miss that old time sound
Let us dance the two-step until we hit the ground

Hand me over
Track Name: Northern Skies
I fell for northern skies on a late spring night
As the rain started to subside,
Hours they disappear, as quickly as they arrive

Laughter punctures all my worried musings on time,
Baring witness to another 5am sunrise
It usually gets to me, but with you how could I possibly mind?

If every Sunday morning consists of your coffee and country songs
Every Saturday evening can pass by, as quickly as they come

For once my friend I will dare to promise
Here in another nervous kiss
How we can talk, about everything and nothing

If you could stay a little longer I hope that you’d remain
But in the chasing of new things, some things they’re gonna change
I’ll see you in a short while, we’ll find out what’s stayed the same

If every Sunday morning consists of your coffee and country songs
Every Saturday evening can pass by, as quickly as they come

If every Sunday morning consists of your coffee and country songs
Every Saturday evening can pass by, as quickly as they come
Track Name: Hollywood Sign
In the shadows of the Hollywood sign, the stars down there don’t shine all too bright
They’re spilling drinks down on the hardwood floor,
Crying to the man ‘til he brings them some more

The glamour down here aint quite so high end
And nobody here considers anyone a friend
The comfort blanket soon disappeared
Just coz you made your first million, what makes you think you belong here?

‘I’ll keep her safe, he promised her mama
When he picked her up down in Louisiana
‘I’ll put her in the pictures I’ll make her a star
The boys will love her she’ll go real far’

Those black and white stills made the girls want to cry
Those black and white stills made the boys want to pry
And pry they did, struck while the iron was hot
And you had no choice, but to show ‘em what you got.

She cried about, the promise he made her mama
When he picked her up down in Louisiana
He said ‘I cant protect you from all of the things you brought on yourself
Didn’t I put you in the pictures bring you fame, glamour, and wealth’

So she stepped to the side decided to be herself
Away from the glamour the fame and the wealth
But she got caught she stands alone in the street
Struggling under the weight of disappointment and defeat

In the shadows of the Hollywood Sign,
The stars down there don’t shine all too bright
She can’t afford the train back to Louisiana,
Nor has she the words to explain to her mama

What happened to her