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Kate Laity This new EP hasn’t left my car since I got it. This is so right for this moment in so many ways, starting with the title song. It’s hard to improve on The ‘Oo but this version hits the right balance between homage and innovation. The guitar sound offers a jangly mid-60s authenticity but the sweeter backing vocals reveal a complexity to the gender confusion that makes it feel entirely up to date...

[read the rest at grahamwynd.wordpress.com/2017/03/24/lys-guillorn-her-band-im-a-boy-ep/] Favorite track: Nothing to It.
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released March 24, 2017

Lys Guillorn - vocals, guitars
Peter Riccio - drums
Julie Beman - keyboards, organ, vocals
Eric Bloomquist - bass, vocals

Produced by Lys Guillorn & Her Band
Recorded by Tom Boudreau at Bonehead Studios, Cheshire, CT
Mixed by Tom Boudreau with Lys Guillorn & Her Band
Mastered by Jim Chapdelaine
Cover photo by Pete Brunelli

Dedicated to gender rebels everywhere.

Special thanks to Seraphemera Books, Bethel Historical Society, Dayna Wenzel, and Still River Editions

"I'm a Boy" © Peter Townshend (Hampshire House Publishing)
All other songs written by Lys Guillorn © 2017 Lys Guillorn (Little Wren / BMI)

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Lys Guillorn New Haven, Connecticut

Lys Guillorn is an alt-folk-psych-rock troubadour, songwriter, bandleader, and multi-instrumentalist from Connecticut.
Her songs are dreamy, lyric-driven, melodically interesting, and undefinable. Guillorn has been on bills with: Laura Cantrell, Amy Rigby, Scout Niblett, The Handsome Family.

Live she's solo, or w/ Julie Beman - keys/vox, Eric Bloomquist - bass/vox and Peter Riccio - drums/vox.
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Track Name: Something
Today I found out something
I wish I didn’t know
but I can’t go back,
no, I can’t go back.

I almost went off somewhere
I didn’t mean to go,
now that gate’s already closed.

Why did you falter?
Why?

It makes me want to bury my head
in the summer sand
but I can’t go back,
no, I can’t go back.

I wanted to show you pretty things
that weren’t mine to lend,
so they can’t be yours to have.

I dreamed I was younger,
a babe in the woods.
We were innocent creatures—
nothing but good.

Examining closer
a hole in your wall—
what could become of this,
after all?
Track Name: Nothing to It
I was tied to the rails by Calvary's cross,
defeated and deranged and left for dead.
I rose from the grave of the life that I'd left
defeated and deranged.

There were people standing on every corner in town,
and those who were hidden in the bushes.
Now the fire never ceases, the clouds never part
to reveal the sky at large.

I heard echoes in the hills of the ones who survived,
who wrote what they knew and stuck to it.
I hovered in a cave a philosopher drew
and spoke of Socrates.

That's how I do it.
There's nothing, there's nothing to it.

Between the air and the wall there is infinite space.
There is a limit that that can never be reached
going half of the distance from here to the door
for those who studied calculus.

That's how we do it,
there's nothing, there's nothing to it.
There's nothing, there's nothing to it

Merrily we roll along or hide in the woods.
Yea, verily we watch the shadows fall
until there’s nothing, nothing at all.
Nothing, nothing at all.
Outside the windows,
we watch the shadows crawl.

I heard echoes in the hills of the ones who survived,
who wrote what they knew and stuck to it.
I hovered in a cave a philosopher drew
and spoke of Socrates.

That's how I do it.
There's nothing, there's nothing to it.
Track Name: Boylesque
What’s written in the space left blank
at the bottom of the page?
A view of the future hidden away.

Scrolling through pages
of perfect boylesque faces.
Showing only aces
wrapped in brocade and lace.

Heavily kohled eyes, he flashes a thigh.
He promises to wear the same thing tomorrow.
He doesn’t know I’ll do the same thing tomorrow,
tomorrow, and tomorrow.

Turning everything around is the specialty of the house.
Ooh...
Ooh...

Heavenly cold eyes, he flashes a smile.
He promises to say the same thing tomorrow.
He doesn’t know I’ll do the same thing tomorrow,
tomorrow, and tomorrow.
Track Name: M.K.
You could never pay attention enough
to get a read on me
when there’re too many things to say,
too many things to say
today.

Your tongue might get blistered,
though in your defense,
you don’t know what I meant
when I said what I said.

I might let go.
I might let go.
I might let go--
come on and get me.

There’s a dream within a dream
and my eyes are open wide,
my hands stuck to my sides,
knowing we’re gonna die.

A dream within a dream,
from when I wasn’t feeling great,
in fact I felt like hell,
crawlin' out of the well.

I might let go.
I might let go.
I might let go--
come on and get me.

I wasn’t happy as a child.
When on Halloween a neighbor saw me smiling,
it was the mask that freed me,
if you get my meaning.

I might let go.
I might let go.
I might let go--
come on and get me.