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Wednesday's Child

from Americana by LILLI LEWIS @folkrockdiva

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    Lilli Lewis' third recording with iconic indie producer Mark Bingham "Americana" on compact disc in a 6 panel digipack with lyrics

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about

This is autobiographical. I am a Wednesday’s child and I was born on April 14th, a date Gillian Welch wrote not one but two songs about as “Ruination Day.” Growing up I always assumed that nursery rhyme about Wednesday’s children was true for me...that I was “full of woe” by default… This song tries to contend with the people who made me that way, my father whose hypocrisy killed his voice in the pulpit long before his body gave out on him at 51, his father who buckled under a crisis of debt and finally took his own life, my grandmother, my namesake, who stayed on the land the family had worked until she died at 93, and my mother who tried her best to learn how to raise a child with a wild mind like mine. In these verses, I find myself trying to reconcile their pain and fears in order to find my own footing. I think I’m still on that path to tell you the truth.

lyrics

I’m a wednesday’s child
Born on ruination day
To a preacher man who’s better than
He took to the grave
When he left his garden
He caught a cold in his blood
Grief comes in many colors
And so does love

Grandaddy shot himself
Straight in the head
But the bullet didn’t get him
Bigotry killed him dead
And I say is this my story
Is this my problem with rage
Am I making too much of it
Or am I turning the page?

Well it is what it is
And it ain’t what it ain’t

Grandma lives alone now
In the middle of a cotton field
Where deep in the darkness
Every star in heaven’s revealed
She tells me light and lonely
Tread a narrow line
That’s why even the sun
Can’t hold its head up all the time

Mama gave me a book
About a small feathered seed
Whose destiny it was
To ride the spirit breeze
And the wind was to decide
Where she rested and took root
Am I the fallen seed
Am I the spirit fruit?

Well it is what it is
It won't be what it can't
It is what it is
And it ain’t what it ain’t

credits

from Americana, released October 29, 2021
Richard Comeaux - Pedal Steel
Wade Hymel - Drums, Acoustic Guitar, Percussion
Lilli Lewis - Piano
James Walsh - Bass

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LILLI LEWIS @folkrockdiva New Orleans, Louisiana

Lilli Lewis bears a progressive, provocative, and conscientious presence paired with a love for music that began before she composed her first song on the piano at age three, Lewis is a modern day Renaissance woman, who, when in full gear, conjures the likes of Big Mama Thornton, Sister Rosetta Tharpe, Odetta, and Janis Joplin. ... more

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