From the recording Keep On!
All songs by Jennifer L. Milligan & Pascal Fouquet SACEM
Jennifer “Lil’ Red” Milligan - Vocals, Washboard, Rhythm Guitar
Pascal “Rooster” Fouquet - Electric & Acoustic Guitars, Gitjo
Kenny “Beedyeyes” Smith - Drums
Felton Crews - Bass
Jean-Marc Labbé - Baritone Sax (Tracks 1, 2, 5, 8, 9, 10)
Billy Branch - vocals & harmonica (Track 3) curtesy of Alligator Records
Jeff Morrow - Vocals (Tracks 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)
Caroline Carson Rau - Vocals (Tracks 8, 9, 10)
Sara & Marco Castro - Crowd Vocals (Track 9)
Executive Producer Lil’ Red Records
Producer - Lil’ Red
Co-Producers - Pascal Fouquet & Blaise Barton
Engineer, Mix & Master @ JoyRide Studio - Blaise Barton
Vocal Producer - Jeff Morrow
Assistant Engineer - Jimmy “Bonks” Buonforte
Cover Art - Koldo Barroso
Cover Design - Lil’ Red
Photos -
Sages / Outside Eyes/ Ghost Noters & Art Bumpers
Gleason Bauer, Janetta Davis, Colin John, Deb Landolt, Teri & Rob, Victor Finger
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Lyrics
So peaceful in the rain. My worries wash away,
I bathe in your essence, your presence is away.
I wanna bear your fruit, feel it growing inside.
I'm tired of runnin’ for a new place to hide. New place to hide.
I cried, I lied, I burned with pride.
Did everything I could, feel nothin’ inside
I was livin’ slow dyin’, livin’ slow dyin’
Tired of livin’ slow dyin’ in a cool trap. That cool Trap.
I talked bad about love the mini-van way.
Preferred tragic pictures, mopin, dopin’ all day,
I'm done with that shit! I'm done bein cool!
Cool got me nothin but a taste a cesspool. Nasty.
I cried, lied, I burned with pride.
Did everything I could to feel nothin’ inside
I was livin’ slow dyin’, livin’ slow dyin’
Tired of livin’ slow dyin’ in a cool trap. That cool Trap.