The Voices:
Karla DeVito — Lead Voice on 1 and 6
Suzzy, Margaret and Terre Roche (The Roches) — Support Voices on 1, 2 and 6
Kit Hain — Lead Voice on 2, 7, 8, 10 and 11
Deborah Berg — Lead Voice on 3, Voices on 4 and 9
Deborah Berg, Kit Hain (The Blister Sisters) — Support Voices on 3, 7, 10 and 11
Jane Kelly Williams: Support Voices on 8
The Band:
Joe Taylor: Guitars, electric sitar, percussion
Tommy Mandel: Keyboards
Bob Babbit: Bass
Steve Holley: Drums
Brian Stanley: Additional bass
Ray "Boom Boom" Marchica: Additional Drums
Steve Elson: Accordion
Carlos Rodriguez: Percussion
Pilley: Additional keyboards
Ray Mase: Trumpets
Saachi McHenry: Cellos
Todd Nystrom: Saxophones
Produced by Joe Taylor
Executive producer / A&R: Steve Vining
Created at Platinum Island, NYC; Quad NYC; Kampo NYC; Planet NYC by Mario Rodriguez, January — June 1989
Mixed at Soundscapes, Atlanta by Ron Christopher
Mastered by Steve Vinning
Additional Recording by Ron Christopher
Assistants to the Engineers: Ricky Belt, Tim Williams, Robbie Harris, Vinnie Wojno, Julian McBrowne, Russ Landis, Neal Hoffman, Mike Sexton, Tag 'Andy' George
Special thanks to people, without whom, this recording wouldn’t exist: Teddy Wainright, John Marett, Don Johnson, Karla DeVito, Bill Ruff, Mac Haskell, The Grossbars, Frank DuVal, Chris Potter, Mike Sexton, John Epps and Kevin Walsh.
Also special thanks to the people we could have done without, but it wouldn’t have been half as much fun: Greg Quensel, Paul Schwartz, Steve Gersh, Tim and Kevin at Carroll Music, Gumby, Peekamoose Guitars, and Rupert’s Wing-In, Columbia S.C.
The Roches appear courtesy of Paradox Recods.
Desolation Angels use Gibson Guitars because… well, because.
Originally recorded in danalog for its sonic warmth. All subsequents steps in production where accomplished using the Sony and JVC digital mastering systems.
And when I see the sign that points one way
The light we used to pass by every day
From deep inside the tears that I’m forced to cry
From deep inside the pain that I chose to hide
Just walk away Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You’re not to blame
Your name and mine inside a heart on a wall
Still finds a way to haunt me, though they’re so small
Just walk away Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
For me alone....
And when I see the sign that points one way
The light we used to pass by every day
Just walk away Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You’re not to blame
(you won’t see me follow you back home)
(the empty sidewalks on my block are not the same)
(you’re not to blame) [etc.]
White Bird
White Bird in a golden cage
On a winter’s day, in the rain
White bird, in a golden cage
Alone
The leaves blow across the long black road
To the darkened skies in its rage
But the white bird just sits in her cage
Alone
White bird must fly
She will die
White bird must fly
She will die
Sunsets come, sunsets go
Clouds blow by, the earth turns slow
The young birds’ eyes always glow
And she must fly–fly–fly....
White bird dreams of the aspen tree
With their dying leaves turning gold
But the white bird just sits in her cage
Growing old
White bird must fly
She will die
White bird must fly
She will die....
White bird must fly
She will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die....