Those Who Drift Away

by Brigid Kaelin

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Following the success of her first two studio albums, Kaelin spent several years playing all over America and Europe, living in Scotland, playing as a sideman in other bands, writing, having two babies, oversharing on her blog “The Red Accordion Diaries” and balancing musician-life with motherhood. Those Who Drift Away is the culmination of this balance — a studio record with optimism, sass, and the hint of irreverence that her audience loves.

Recorded mostly on Steve Cooley’s houseboat on the Ohio River — the vocals recorded literally the day before her second son was born — Those Who Drift Away features Kaelin’s trademark accordion, piano, and musical saw, but also shows off Grammy-nominated Steve Cooley’s incredible picking power from banjo to bass. Award winners Aaron Bibelhauser and Michael Cleveland lend steel guitar and fiddle, rounding out a more old-time country vibe than Kaelin’s previous recordings.

Musically, Kaelin remains a little alt-country and a little vaudeville, with the mysterious banjo/accordion/musical saw number “The Jester,” a song inspired by her first time sharing the stage with her keyboard-idol, Steve Nieve (with Elvis Costello & the Imposters). She also offers up some straightforward bluesy-rock with “Louisville,” a love-song to her hometown. As she sings in that song, “those who drift away always come back home someday,” — and that’s exactly what Kaelin has done with this strong return to the Louisville music scene.

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“Genre-defying vaudeville rocker.” - A Prairie Home Companion

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released July 28, 2017

Brigid Kaelin: piano, accordion, organ, musical saw, vocals, background vocals
Steve Cooley: guitars, mandolin, banjo, bass, background vocals
Michael Cleveland: fiddle
Aaron Bibelhauser: steel guitar
Cathy Wilde: whistle on 9
David Caldwell: whistling on 12
Andy Brown: drums on 1,4,6,8,12
Jesse Hall: drums on 2,3,5,7,10

Produced, recorded, mixed & mastered by Steve Cooley at Steve’s on the River, Louisville, KY, 2015-2017
© 2017 Brigid Kaelin
Ⓟ 2017 Brigid Kaelin
All songs by Brigid Kaelin
“Annie Oakley” by Brigid Kaelin & Rebecca Renzi
Red Accordion Records, ASCAP
www.brigidkaelin.com @BrigidKaelin
Graphic Design by Alfred Moreschi

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A "plucky redhead," a "genre-defying vaudeville rocker," and an "amazing multi-instrumentalist," Brigid Kaelin is a full-on entertainer. You've read her blog, heard her on the BBC and on NPR's "A Prairie Home Companion," seen her play accordion with Elvis Costello, and laughed and cried at her original alt-country cabaret songs. Maybe it's time to buy her albums? ... more

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Track Name: Don't Gotta Listen
Everywhere I look I see an empty plot of land
Every time I turn around you’re telling me that it’s quicksand
I need something I can dig my nails in deep down in the dirt
And you’re standing over there wondering when I will get hurt.

Well, I’d like to take the time to tell you that I’ll be just fine
That despite what you may think I really haven’t lost my mind
I’d like to let you criticize me let you rant until you’re through
But there’s more I’ve got to do than sit and argue with you.

I’ve gotta fill up all my notebooks with nonsense that rhymes
I’ve gotta watch my garden grow parsley sage rosemary and thyme
And have silent conversations with old Parisian mimes
But I don’t gotta listen to you.
No I don't gotta listen, i don't gotta listen, i don't gotta listen to you.

You tell me that you think I’m smart and talented at that
And ask me why I waste my time on all this sentimental crap
You shower me with pity and advie that I won’t heed
You’re spending too much precious time on all that I don’t need

I’ve got to sit around for hours counting all my freckles
Gotta memorize the entire works of karl marx and hegel
Contemplate what lies within the eyes of tj eckleberg
But I don’t gotta listen to you
No I don't gotta listen, i don't gotta listen, i don't gotta listen to you.

I’ve got to travel on blue highways writing nonsense singing songs
Getting everyone I meet along the way to sing along
Visit all the places where you say I don’t belong
But I don’t gotta listen to you.
No I don't gotta listen, i don't gotta listen, i don't gotta listen to you.
Track Name: Kentucky Waltz
Put something pretty on, twirly and give me one minute to grab my red boots
The city’s been killin’ me, no longer fulfillin’ me
at least that’s my latest excuse

Let’s take a chance, take a pause for a dance, your boots
look like they need breakin’ in.
Hands on my shoulders, just listen, take hold of the
banjos and old violins.


I’ll take you home to Kentucky tonight
We’ll dance and maybe get lucky tonight
and we’ll think not a minute of trouble or plights
we’re just Waltzing Kentucky tonight.

Don’t need to leave the room, eyes and we’ll be there
together we’ve got all we need
songs made of mandolins, bluegrass, and good bourbon,
playin’ for just you and me

We’ll waltz through blue highways, dance backwards and sideways
make up the words as we go
dreamin’ of far away, back in the bluegrass state/
moonlight and ol’ bill monroe

I’ll take you home to Kentucky tonight
We’ll dance and maybe get lucky tonight
and we’ll think not a minute of trouble or plights
we’re just Waltzing Kentucky tonight.



Track Name: Sparkles, Lights, and Cowboy Boots
Sparkles, lights, and cowboy boots, pretending you don't know me.
Shaking hands and drinking late, but I'll never be lonely.
At the end of the night, if you'll just do this one thing,
turn your smile this way, and look at me like that
Just give me one look, one look,
half a smile, eyes that gleam, it's all I'll ever, ever need.
One look, one look, and I'll know it's all for me.

I can share you with a crowd and know that I'll survive
the looks upon their faces when you sing about their lives
tells me all I'll need to know and how much they love you too
I don't need a back row seat because of that small thing you do

You give me one look, one look,
half a smile, eyes that gleam, it's all i'll ever, ever need.
One look, one look, and i'll know it's all for me.

I don't need, my own song to know that you love me
The spotlight on you're smiling eyes, singing oh so sincerely

And that one look, one look, half a smile, eyes that gleam, it's all i'll ever ever need
One look, one look, half a smile, eyes that gleam, it's all i'll ever ever need
One look.
One look, one look, and i'll know it's all for me.
Track Name: The Jester
The jester was a quiet man, but every word he spoke
was as cutting as a blade of grass
He wasn’t used to the attention, but i looked him in the eyes
he stared me down, poured me a glass of wine

with his blue suede shoes and alabaster grin
he lies back in his chair and laughs but i don’t care
the king just sings and plays a few more tunes
but i just watch the tapping of the jester’ blue suede shoes

and he says that he’s from paris, but i don’t hear an accent
but that’s a great line, i think i might use it
he’s usually the odd one, but today i think it’s me
he asks me how i do it and wonders cunningly

with his blue suede shoes and alabaster grin
he lies back in his chair and laughs but i don’t crae
the king just sings and plays a few more tunes
and everybody claps
but i just watch the tapping
of the jester’s blue suede shoes

His eyes play melodies, they stare at me they stare at me and I’ve
Never been so proud to sing along.

the king he went home early, but the jester he played on
shook all of our hands, outgoing but withdrawn
he wonders how I do it, but it’s he who gets the prize
mysterious and beautiful and transparent disguise

with his blue suede shoes and alabaster grin
he lies back in his chair and laughs but i don’t care
the king just sings and plays a few more tunes
enchanted and enraptured
and everybody clap here
but i just was the tapping
of the jester’s blue suede shoes
Track Name: Get Your Hands Off My Man
Get your hands, get your hands off my man
Get your hands, get your hands off my man
What you think he’s gonna do?
Leave me for crazy you?
Darlin, get a clue and get your hands off my man.

Get your thoughts, get your thoughts off my man
Get your thoughts, get your thoughts off my man
I could write poetry, but I think it’s plain to see
I’m beyond subtlety
Get your hands off my hand.

Get your plans, get your plans off my man
Get your plans, get your plans off my man
You may pretty lady, but I think you’re pretty crazy
And me, I’m gonna have his baby,
Get your hands off my man.

Get your eyes, get your eyes off my man
Get your eyes, get your eyes off my man
I’ve been nice so far, darlin, but I’m really barely started
You’ll end up brokenhearted, it’s high time you departed
Thanks for playing, darlin, get your hands off my man.
Track Name: My Miss
It’s 9 in the morning, and i’m fixing breakfast just for one today
and the country station’s playing some old tired song ‘bout a man who’s gone away
but this time, boy, it’s me who’s gone and i’m sorry if you’re all alone
but i just couldn’t stand it one more day

you were sweet and you were fun and you were kind to everyone
‘xcept for me
they loved you they adored you, they wonder why i left, but they just don’t see
the way you loved so deeply, purely, wholely, loved yourself, that is
so instead of being your Misses, i’m just my miss.

you may be angry now, but i’m sure real soon you’re gonna be just fine
and you’ll even find yourself a girl whose cooking is as good as mine
then you can go back to that dirty old bar, and tell everyone there how much better off you are
now that i’ve gone far away for good this time


you were sweet and you were fun and you were kind to everyone
‘xcept for me
they loved you they adored you, they wonder why i left, but they just don’t see
the way you loved so deeply, purely, wholely, loved yourself, that is
so instead of being your Misses, i’m just my miss.
I'd rather be my own girl than be his.
Track Name: Once I Had (Ballad of Nick Keir)
Once I had a garden in Old Town, and a gate and bicycle too.
And a cobblestone street and an old apple tree,
once i had a friend in you.

You stood up so straight in the spotlight,
but hunched in the shadows and sang.
And you touched my shoulder and said to remember
that once i had everything

once i had a slow french waltz and a single malt
and a book of old Burns poetry
And a Christmas card and a custom guitar
Once I had a friend in thee.

It's so nice to meet you, here's a key to my flat
and a bottle of whisky, i heard you liked that
I'll be just down the street for a stay with my mum,
if you need anything, please give me a call.

I've left you a slow french waltz and a single malt
and a book of old Burns poetry
And a welcome card and a custom guitar
now I have a friend in thee.

We waltzed in the back of the room to your song
the boy he was only ten days young
if it weren't for you, we wouldn't be here
so thanks for the music, the friends, and the cheers

When i think of a slow french waltz, a single malt,
and a book of old Burns poetry.
I'll think of the songs, I'll toast to you, slainte.
Glad I once had a friend in thee.
Track Name: Louisville
Big Town, Small City
Don’t know which, take your pick
Slow down, move quickly
North or south, you sure are pretty

Those who drift away
always come back home somedau
on a giant rubber band
Stretched out as far as it can go
Leading back to Louisville.

Great place to be from
That’s what they say,
So proud of every
one who left and made their name

Those who drift away
Always come back here someday
like a giant rubber band
stretched out as far as they can go
leading back to
Louisville
you’re my home, you always will.

Bluegrass, fried chicken
Last call at 4am
People still smile and say hello
to strangers at the grocery store


I drifted away
But I’ll be back home someday
On that giant rubber band
that is stretched out as far as it can go, pulling back to Louisville.
Track Name: Eggs and Toast
We’ll make them all jealous
They’ll never want to see us
Holding hands and strolling down the boulevard
Nothing lasts forever
Except when we’re together
Look me in the eyes and say you’re not in love.

Together we’ll be more than you and me
We’ll be the moon, the stars, the holy ghost
Johnny and June, the dish and the spoon
Like eggs and toast.

Your sparkly blue eyes
Your soft squishy thighs
The way you look at me and everything is fine
Never knew I’d be so glad for my life
The two of us forever walking side by side.