What Sells

by Elijah Cash

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Eli was inspired to write these songs by many different things--a photograph of a woman, a night (or seven) at a bar, memories of summertime in Mississippi, etc.--but when he considered them together, he heard an overarching theme: buying and selling--the cost of things. And this theme isn't limited to monetary measures. It's also about the cost in time, in freedom. It's about getting a woman to buy into the idea of a night with you. It's about telling the man that your time is invaluable. This album is about what sells, who sells it, and why.

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released 07 April 2012
This album was hastily recorded and produced by Kavalier Calm in the Crowdsource Inspiration Studio near Washington, DC. Details about the Crowdsource Inspiration project are at: crowdsourceinspiration.tumblr.com

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tags: blues blues blues rock folk folk rock indie rock lo-fi indie rock slide guitar Texas

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Eli mainly plays the blues. Not because it is his chosen or favorite method; rather, it's what life gave him—it was in the tool bag he was born with, if you will. Eli’s music is for lost boys and for women who want to be found. He’s pioneering the market of city slickers who feel something’s missing—because it is.

Eli is a contributing artist to the Crowdsource Inspiration project. ... more

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Track Name: Singing For Women
Singing For Women

Give me a woman’s name and where she’s from,
and I’ll write a song that’ll make her come—
come right into these open arms.

You say Nicole from Nice, I’ll sing,
Pardonne-moi, mademoiselle, but can I have a French kiss?
You say Susie from South Dakota, I’ll sing,
Sugar, I want to love every iota of you.
You say Naomi from Wyoming, I’ll sing,
Why, oh why, aren’t you lying next to me?

Give me a woman’s name and where she’s from,
and I’ll write a song that makes her give it up.
Give it up—her heart. Give her heart up to me.

You say Brena from Brazil, I’ll sing,
Baby, I’m ill when you’re not near.
Nora from Norway, I’ll sing,
There’s no way I’m leaving here without you next to me.
You say Sam from Sacramento, I’ll sing,
Here’s a memento: a night with me.

Some boys sing for fun, others sing for pocket change.
But I sing for women each and every day.
Track Name: Marjorie
Marjorie

Yeah, Marjorie, the jury is out on you,
and you’re guilty to the Nth degree.
Yes, darlin’, everyone, everyone here knows
that you are guilty of loving me.

Marjorie, everyone knows that you love me.
Except for you.

Yeah, Marjorie, I could make you mine.
I could make you my—-I could make you my wife.
Yeah, Marjorie, we could marry.
Right in front of God, the church, your mom, your dad—-
I’d give you my life.

CHORUS
Track Name: American Boys
American Boys

Stella, I’ve never been with a foreign girl.
I don’t know what you’ve felt, what you’ve learned.
But we American boys have a few talents of our own;
darling, I’ll show you when we get back home.
I can show you what American boys are good for:
a laugh, a dinner, a show, and a moan.
We American boys have a few tricks up our sleeves,
and I can show you, darling; it’d be so easy.

Stella, I know you won’t regret one night with me.
In fact, you’ll probably beg for more.
I plan to leave you begging for more of that American boy.

Yeah, let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear.
You’ll laugh at my accent, but it’ll make you warm.
We American boys know how to use our words;
like keys, turning, turning you on.
These hands of mine are bruised and broken from years of work;
but they can be gentle when the job demands.
American boys know how to use their bodies;
and, darling, I know how to use yours!

CHORUS
Track Name: Flower In Your Hand
Flower In Your Hand

Girl, I want to be
the flower in your hand.

The winter is long.
And when the spring comes.
I’d like to be
the flower in your hand.

Girl you know,
I can treat you right.
Girl you know
that you should hold on tight.

Girl, I want to be
the flower in your hand.

Darlin’, you could choose
any one you wish,
and I hope
I’m the one you pick.

Girl, I want to be
the flower in your hand.
Track Name: What Sells
What Sells

Darlin, your goods live up to their name.
You wear that dress like a candle wears a flame,
and I want to be the hot wax pooling at your feet--
dripping and drowning in your heat.
I want to buy what sells.

You don't got a man; you got a dozen.
And they all lining up to eat from your hands.
All that power must come at a cost, honey.
But the market will bear a price that's fair.
And I'm willing to pay for what sells.

Darlin, I got coin just like them,
and I don't want to spend it on any other whim.
For you, I'll count out all my shells;
baby, I want to buy what sells.

Other boys might be scared--come to you shaking like a leaf.
But I'll walk right up to you, sure-footed as a thief.
Preacher man says I'll go straight to hell;,
but I'm deaf to them church bells, sugar, when you're near
'cause I want to buy what sells.

CHORUS
Track Name: Lips Like Yours
Lips Like Yours

I've been with more women
than I care to admit.
Good women, bad women,
and some I forget.
But I'd settle down,
and I'd clean up my act

if I could just get a taste
of lips like yours.

Yeah, I'm a drifting man,
I move round and round.
But I'd stay right here
to fix that frown.
I'd hold a steady job
just to hold you

and get a taste
of lips like yours.

Lips like yours
are hard to find.
Lips like yours
will keep me satisfied.

Now, I know what you've heard, darlin'
and it's all true.
But I promise
I won't leave you blue.
Something in a man
changes and breaks

when he wants a taste
of lips like yours.
And I want a taste
of lips like yours.
Track Name: Cold Blooded Snake
Cold Blooded Snake

Why’d you leave? Was it for another man?
Did he treat you right in ways I can’t?
And now you’re back and expect me to let you in
to the void you made when you left.

You’re as cold blooded as a snake
if you think I didn’t mourn your loss.
But I’ve been better off
since you’ve been gone,
you snake, you snake.

And you dare think that you can just slink
back into this warm bed.
But I remember you, all of you,
that means the good and the bad.

CHORUS

You can take your venom elsewhere.
I don’t want to buy what you sell.
And if the choice is between you or living slow,
I choose to skip your poison and die alone.

CHORUS
Track Name: Summertime in Mississippi
Summertime in Mississippi

Summertime in Mississippi bugs are all in the air.
Summertime in Mississippi women wearin' flowers in their hair.
We drink whiskey and water and just watch the time slip away.
Summertime in Mississippi the days are long and so are the nights.
Summertime in Mississippi everyone lives the life.
REFRAIN

I used to wonder what all this time's for,
but on those warm nights on the Gulf Shore,
I learned what everyone in Mississippi knows.
We're here to enjoy just one thing:
whiskey and water and watching the time slip away.

Summertime in Mississippi is a good time to be young.
Summertime in Mississippi is a fine time to grow old.
REFRAIN
Summertime in Mississippi I'll carry you with me wherever I go.
Summertime in Mississippi a warm spot on my soul.
REFRAIN

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Track Name: Be Quiet
Be Quiet

Don’t speak.
Without words, only touch is left,
And that can't be faked.

Be quiet to me
Oh, please, oh
Be quiet to me.
Hush your mouth,
Use it like this.

Stand still.
We’re easier to catch and keep
in a trap of is bare skin.

Don't speak. Just shhh.
Anything you could say now
could wake us from the dream.

CHORUS

In silence like this
everything pulses, booms and beats.
Can’t mishear fingers, no.

CHORUS
Track Name: Company Time
Company Time

Well, I've been on company time
for more years than I can count.
I sold away my soul.
I sold away my heart.

Well, I've been stealing dimes the till,
just taking pieces back to build a life.
And I wrote the words to this song
while I was on the clock.

And Man, if you don't like it,
I guess I'll walk.

It's good to have a job
'cause it's good to feed your mouth.
But if home is where the heart is,
then I done sold the Man my house.

Working here these years,
has felt no different than when I did time.
And I'm no thief,
I'm just stealing back what's rightfully mine.

CHORUS
Track Name: I Will, You Will
I Will, You Will

I will, I will buy you diamond rings.
I will, I will buy you everything.
Just say, just say you will love me.

I will, I will give you all I got.
I will, I will be a man I'm not.
Just say, just say you will love me.

I won't, I won't wait for ever
for you to say you love me.

You will regret when I said I will.
Track Name: Record Man, I'll Sell You My Soul
Record Man, I'll Sell You My Soul

I want my fingers in everybody's pie,
I want to be in everybody's eyes.
Give me the light, the light that's lime,
I'm tired of being unknown.

I don't care, record man; I'll sell you my soul--
'cause if I make it big, I'll have enough gold
to buy another. To buy anything I want.

I used to write for me,
but that got awfully lonely.
And now that I write for no one,
I can buy all the friends I need.

CHORUS

Now, I have it all.
There's nothing left to want in this world.
Yes, I have so much,
I don't even want to make music no more.

CHORUS:
including god, an after-life, meaning, and whiskey;
including women, fast cars, new guitars, and love.
I'll buy it all.