Ten Square Miles

by Samuel B. Lupowitz & The Ego Band

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The sophomore record from the Ego Band, this nine-song cycle chronicles coming of age in Ithaca, NY through SBL & company’s unique blend of rock, soul, jazz, and Americana. The album was composed to feature the individual talents of the live band’s eight members, including the three-piece horn section, slide guitarist Will Gelder, the rhythm section of Will Sigel and Drew Serafini, and vocalist Mandy Goldman.

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released May 5, 2015

Produced by Samuel B. Lupowitz for the Audible Guild
Recorded & engineered by Cassandra Medcalf at Electric Wilburland, Newfield, NY
Additional recording by Dana Billings, Mark Hennessey, and Jesse Tyrrell
Mixed by Mark Hennessey for the Audible Guild
Mastered by Will Russell at Electric Wilburland
 
THE EGO BAND:
Samuel B. Lupowitz - piano, bass, Hammond organ, Rhodes, clavinet, tambourine, lead & backing vocals
Mandy Goldman - lead & backing vocals
Will Gelder - electric & slide guitars
Drew Serafini - acoustic & electric guitars, bass, mandolin
Will Sigel - drums
Jeff Chilton - tenor & bass trombone
Jimmy Rose - trumpet
Alec Staples - tenor & baritone saxophone, flute
 
WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM OUR FRIENDS:
J.P. Feenstra - percussion (track 8)
Cassie "Mama Cass" Medcalf - background vocals (tracks 1, 7)
Harry Nichols - background vocals (tracks 1, 7)
Jeremy Pletter - bass vocals (track 1)
Sam Shuhan - upright bass (track 8)
 
All music and lyrics by Samuel B. Lupowitz except track 2 by Samuel B. Lupowitz & Mandy Goldman
All selections © 2012-2015 Kugel Music (ASCAP)
Horns arranged by Samuel B. Lupowitz & the Horn Section
Vocal arrangements on tracks 4 and 6 by Mandy Goldman
 
Album design, art, and photography by J.P. Feenstra
Band photo by Cassie Medcalf

SPECIAL THANKS TO…

Ian Cummings, Neal Massa, Alan Rose, and Lawnie Updike for generous lending of instruments.

Jim Catalano, Dan Cole, Marissa Framarini, Jonathan Hochberg, and Will Russell for creative support and getting the word out.

Mark & James for going above and beyond as always.

Our families, friends, teachers, mentors, and other loved ones for their support of us, music, and music education.

And our sponsors, without whom this would only be a dream:
Judy Arpadi
Hilary Chubb
David Goldman
Matt Goldman & Ann Pearson
Morgan Goldstein
Alyssa Hume
Jewels of Light
Erik Johanson
Karen Johanson
Maureen Kelly & Luca Mauer
Rick Kline
Jeremy A. Lupowitz
Robin & Jeffrey Lupowitz
Angela & Rick Miller
Kevin Murphy
Harry & Kat Nichols
Alan Rose
Saul Schuster
Lawrence Serafini
Heather Schuck
Benjamin Tier
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Grace Wivell
The Yatron Family
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Samuel B. Lupowitz Ithaca, New York

Musician, composer, arranger, food enthusiast, and bad pun aficionado. Rock and soul revivalism with elements of jazz, blues, and Americana.

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Track Name: Land of Peace and Love
It's getting cold outside
And it'll stay that way half the year
So everybody bring your food and philosophies
And start a party here
 
You may mock us; we're a little eccentric
And we're less of hawk than of dove
But we sure know how to throw celebrations
In the land of peace and love
 
Peace and love
We get grassroots and our grass
Is fine
Peace and love
We'll paint you any color
Try the wine

You can preach what you preach where you preach it
You can fill ivory towers with dreams
Pray to God or the Cosmos or Sagan
'Cause there's room for all extremes
 
We've got stakeouts and shootouts and campouts
And the rose in the fisted glove
We'll petition while we stockpile ammunition
In the land of peace and love
 
Peace and love
They call us evil do you think
We care?
Peace and love
If we all go to hell, at least it’s
Warmer there

When I came here, I was a child
Will I still be when I leave?
When I came here, I just wanted to belong
Do I belong now?
Will I ever return?
 
So many teachers
And a few lovers
So many friends
I was a child
When I came here, I just wanted to belong
Do I belong now?
Will I ever return?
Track Name: The Haunt
MAN & WOMAN:
Things went sour, baby
No one could deny
But who could have predicted
That the both of us would die?
Well I was rid of you
Thought that was what I'd want
But there's been no peace of mind for us since
We came back for the haunt

MAN:
I came from the backwoods
Searching for fortune and fame
Landed in Sin City, knew that
One day they’d all know my name

WOMAN:
How could I resist you
When you were poised for success?
I should have gone home to my mama
Instead I’m with you in this mess

MAN:
I wined and I dined you
Our years together sure were fine
WOMAN:
You bought the meals at gunpoint
Lord knows you downed all of the wine
 
MAN:
And, dear, though I loved you
I knew I had to be free
WOMAN:
You put me six feet under
But you ain't seen the last of me

WOMAN:
Now each night at midnight
I haunt the lake, calling your name
MAN:
And every day I'm running
Dodging the law and the blame
 
WOMAN:
The noose is around you
Whatcha got to say for your crime?
MAN:
Just get me off to hell
Before it's dinnertime
 
MAN & WOMAN:
Things went sour, baby
No one could deny
But who could have predicted
That the both of us would die?
Well I was rid of you
Thought that was what I'd want
But there's been no peace of mind for us since
We came back for the haunt
Track Name: Green Street Blues
Hardwood floors
Welcome mat
Doors leading nowhere and the
Ones leading somewhere are shut tight

Windows cracked
Staircase creaks
And well illuminated, there's a
Bulb in almost every other light

But I'll fix it up all nice…

Shower leaks
Sink runs dry
Don't go in the basement or we'll
Have to assume that you died

Cold air gets in
No air gets out
Bed by the window so you
Might as well sleep outside

But I'll fix it up all nice
Gonna tear down this old house
And use what I can

Rip out the walls
Break up the chairs
Tear the curtains down
Mop all the slop out of the sty
Sweep out the dust
Pile high the junk
For the pyre outside
Let it burn up to the sky

Hard times come
Hard times go
Gotta keep perspective or you
Wallow in self-pity, and who knows
Where you'll be?
No matter where you wanna go
Tear out all the lumber you can and
Polish this old house until it glows

I'll fix it up all nice, I tell you
I'll fix it up all nice, I'm gonna tell ya
I'll fix it up all nice...
Track Name: Asylum
Excuse me, stranger
Won't you point me down this road?
I've been traveling so long I don't know
Which way the path goes

I hate to admit it
I was lost, alone when you found me
Because the going gets rough if you can’t be tough
And we’ve all been cut adrift
And where we’re headed, no one knows

Who let the bandits into the bank vaults?
Who led the drunkard straight to the rum?
Who let the lunatics run the asylum?

Tell me, new friend
What's the sense in singing songs?
We've been singing them so long we don't know
Much of their meaning

And we lost a good one
Who meant more than all of the worship
But it just takes one gun to make the demons run
And the world is on its head
And the swan will no more sing

Who let the bandits into the bank vaults?
Who led the drunkard straight to the rum?
Who told every politician with some money and a mission
They could speak for the many when they're just some?
Who cast me out to search of a homeland?
Who turned my homeland into a slum?
Who let the lunatics run the asylum?

Goodbye, old friend
I have never known your like
But I'll remember always the way that
You taught me to sing out

And lord, I will miss you
But I'll honor you and your memory
Not with bronze or gold but through tales of old
When I think of your embrace
And what your life was all about

You let the bandits into the bank vaults
You led the drunkard straight to the rum
You took the muddled and the hurried asked them why they were so worried
And you gave them all hope that a change would come
You said that someone could be the right one
You said that life's too short to be numb
You let the lunatics run the asylum
Track Name: Jayne in a Bubble with the Devil Inside
A man walks into a bar
Says "I want my money back
I thought I'd win if could play by the rules
I wouldn't splinter or crack"

Barkeep says "Son, have a seat
No refunds tonight, I fear
And If you're trying not to make new regrets
Then what are you doing here?"

It's like love letters in the closet
It's like monsters under the bed
What do you do with a secret
You can't confide?
It's like Jayne in a bubble with the devil inside

A man walks into a bar
And runs right into his past
It's time to make up for the signals he missed
Though there's no chance it'll last
 
But she says "Boy, lookie here
I'll soon be somebody's wife
It's a shame you couldn't pick up my cues
You missed the time of your life"

It's like love letters in the closet
It's like monsters under the bed
What do you do with a secret
You can't confide?
It's like Jayne in a bubble with the devil inside

A man walks out of a bar
And wonders which way to go
If he can't trust what they all told him in school
How's he expected to know?
 
They'll tell you what to believe
They'll tell you wrong versus right
But if you run until there's no place to hide
You put your dukes up and fight

It's like love letters in the closet
It's like monsters under the bed
It's like everything you've ever hidden
Is suddenly out of your head
And you pile the proof in the corner
So the world never knows that you lied
What do you do with a secret
You can't confide?
It's like Jayne in a bubble with the devil inside
Jayne in a bubble with the devil inside
Track Name: Lucifer Falls
I've been trying to prove
Trying to prove I have a voice
Maybe we don't have a choice
 
I've been trying to climb
Over a block endlessly tall
Maybe I should take a fall
 
Maybe there once was hope
Maybe the world could change
Maybe life proved you wrong
Maybe I think that's too strange
So maybe I'll fall
 
I've been trying to fight
Fighting to make some meaning heard
Maybe you won't hear a word
 
I've been trying to win
Crossing my fingers, filling cracks
Maybe I should face the facts
 
Maybe there once was hope
Maybe the world could change
Maybe life proved you wrong
Maybe I think that's too strange
So maybe I'll fall
Maybe I'll fall
Maybe I'll fall
 
If you could read my thoughts
You'd probably leave
Do you believe
When Lucifer fell
Did anyone grieve
In heaven?

I've been trying to hope
Hope that the earth is gonna turn
But maybe we're all gonna burn
 
I've been seeking control
Now I think that's a failed romance
But maybe we still have a chance
 
I've been planning to jump
Maybe I'd break before I'd drown
But maybe you should talk me down
 
Maybe there once was hope
Maybe the world could change
Maybe life proved you wrong
Maybe I think that's too strange
So maybe I'll fall
Maybe I'll fall
Maybe I want to fall
Maybe you should talk me down
Track Name: Indian Summer, Hillview Place
Late September
You and me
And maybe a friend
Who had a few too many
 
Hell's less humid
But that's our lot
We're set for winter now
Believe it or not
 
These are the days that I'll remember
These are the nights of wasted time
But is it really wasted if it's so near sublime?
These are the afternoons of wisdom
These are the evenings losing light
This is just a layover until the next flight
Call me up tomorrow if you're doing all right
 
Drunk girls next door
Two AM
Trying to climb home
No matter what you told them
 
They came in through the window
Then they screamed and ran
Dropping in on neighbors
Wasn't part of their plan

These are the days that I'll remember
These are the nights of wasted time
But is it really wasted if it's so near sublime?
These are the afternoons of wisdom
These are the evenings losing light
This is just a layover until the next flight
Call me up tomorrow if you're doing all right
 
We did what we could
W e grappled with fear
Put ambitions on the back burner
For one more year
 
We struck out on dates
And we trekked up the hill
If I don't write it all down now
Maybe I never will
 
These are the days that I'll remember
These are the nights of wasted time
But is it really wasted if it's so near sublime?
These are the afternoons of wisdom
These are the evenings losing light
This is just a layover until the next flight
 
These are the weeks spent in stasis
These are the months flying by
These are games of chess that make your best friends cry
These are the hours ecstatic
These are the minutes so bright
This is missing you, my friend, with all of my might
Call me up tomorrow if you're doing all right
Track Name: Dance in the Fountain
Sometimes you think you know the plan you made
Then you let it go

Do you think a change is due? Life is trying to shake me
Losing what you thought you knew can bend your head around
I've been told that it's a crime, not to let you break me
But in this place and in this time, you are found, I am found

Come on and dance in the fountain with me
Let go of all you believe in, baby
I'm gonna dance in the fountain
Holy water

I've been feeling your release perfectly after your tension
And I'm feeling my pulse increase, though I offer no explanation
Nervous system on alert and disbelief in suspension
This religion we convert and begin our own celebration

Come on and dance in the fountain with me
Let go of all you believe in, baby
I'm gonna dance in the fountain
Holy water
Come on and dance in the fountain with me
Let go of all you believe in, baby
You're gonna dance in my fountain
Holy water

Next to you I'm stripped bare, prepared for collision
Living in the dream we share, embracing every sensation
Out of nothing comes a way, building the world we envision
Hear them calling Namasté, and it's total intoxication

Come on and dance in the fountain with me
Let go of all you believe in, baby
Come on and dance in the fountain
Holy Water
Come on and dance in the fountain with me
Let go of all you believe in, baby
I'm gonna dance in your fountain
Holy Water

So let's say a prayer
That this stream
Will always flow over me and you
Through your eyes
In your skin
Soak your long shining hair (everywhere)
Sometimes you think you know the plan you made
Then you let it
Go
Track Name: City on the Hill
They come from miles and miles
From the sunny lowlands
And from snowier heights
And you said to me
As I switched on the headlights:
"I always thought that winter kind of bites."
 
We came to see the difference
If the land I loved once
Was waiting still
But I saw God
And I think I knew his will
In the light from the city on the hill
 
We drove through smoke and snowdrifts
By the dancing dreadlocked
In the shortest jeans
And he yelled to us
That the world's run by machines
I laughed, 'cause I know what he means
 
The snow came down in torrents
Driving out the homeless
Making drunk boys spill
Into the night
We danced and ate our fill
Bathed in light from the city on the hill

We jumped from gorge to gorge
And gorged on fruit of the valley below
If a man downtown asks to show you magic
Let it go
Here the prep-school hacks
And be-in refugees are ordinary men
In this den of sometime-sinners
I am home again
 
We parked where the lake froze over
Where the squatters' daughters
Whispered such sweet lies
And you said to me
And it caught me by surprise --
"This is where you grew up.  I can see it in your eyes."

And no matter where we go, you always will
It's the light from the city on the hill