DISCOGRAPHY

The Owl Has Landed

Esquela’s debut album opens the barn door and invites the crowd in for a toe-tapping and joyful ride through Americana. With Rebecca Frame’s vocals leading the way with a distinctive gritty timbre, the rest of the band rises to the occasion, matching her powerful voice, chord by chord with a roots-rock sound that has been affectionately dubbed “Bovina Rock”.

Born into crisis: Kent State,
Oil Shortage, Watergate.
Go to school, sit at a desk.
Air-raid whistle blows, hit the deck.

CHORUS:
Commies Stink. Yeah, yeah.
Commies Stink. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Commies Stink. Yeah, yeah.
Commies Stink. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All the while a Cold War raged:
Two nations staring, face to face.
We’re gonna die, so what’s the point?
Get me drunk now and pass that joint.

CHORUS

Bombs to kill a thousand times over:
Proliferation, annihilation.
Communism, how it loomed
Over our Generation of Doom.

CHORUS

Mirrored glass at my front door,
You know good news was not in store.
You hit that tree going sixty-three.
You were gone instantly.

Twenty years ago with you,
Though a cloud obscured the view.
I can’t believe you went away,
Long before you hair turned grey.

CHORUS

A minute ago, an hour from now,
I hard that sound when your tree came down.
A month to live, five-minutes past.
Does anyone hear that one hand clap?

Nothing was left untold.
You never got to grow old.
I would have liked to see you again.
But fighting fate, that’s not zen.

CHORUS:
Been tied down by the factory belt,
Never thought how I really felt.
Now I’ve come out from the clouds,
Finally living in the here and now…
Here and now…here and now.

Another Saturday in the Fall of ‘85.
Out in the field, a football star: number 25.
Been startin’ varsity since freshman year.
When he catches the ball, you can hear the crowd cheer…

CHORUS

Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run.
You gotta run.

Jackie goes to the high school dance after the big victory.
He’s earned the right to raise hell and…party.
Can’t have the hero gettin’ busted by the principal.
Teacher throws open the back door and he says:

Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run.
You better run.

Jackie stumbles to his car, and he lights her up.
Pedal to the metal, and he heads downhill.
He don’t see the kids caught in the crosswalk.
Three of them won’t live to talk…

And he says to himself:

Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run.
You gotta run.

He wakes up the next day, and he don’t recall a thing.
A slap on the wrist and probation is what he sees.
A blackout is a convenient defense.
Copes couldn’t come up with enough evidence. And the judge says:

Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run.
You better run.

It’s been twenty years since that die was cast.
Jackie moved down south to forget about the past.
He’s been building bridges, working construction.
He ain’t the same since it all happened.

And you can’t
Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run…Run, Jackie, run.
You can’t run.

Saw you at the bar, must have been 15 years.
You were with old friends,
Drinking many beers.
You came and you went, with no fanfare.
You came back alone, and I caught your stare.

SOLO

We caught up and you know we rehashed old times.
You asked me to take you home.
I said, “Won’t your husband mind?”
“Not tonight, he’s out of town. He’s a pro wrestler out touring around.”
So we go to her place, she puts her nightgown on.
Next thing you know, I got my jammies on.

CHORUS:

Hands on my jammies, got her hands on my jammies.
Hands on my jammies, got her hands on my jammies.
And we got…hands on our jammies…got our hands on our jammies…
REPEAT, REPEAT…OUT

African Civil War, African Civil War…What are we fighting for?
Governments kill for money and oil,
But we can never settle the score.
We all stand by and do nothing: a genocide in Darfur.
Black Man killing Black Man.
A mother’s cry you ignore.

SOLO

African Civil War, African Civil War…What are we fighting for?
I’m tired of playing the rich man’s game
So he can feel secure.
Gonna stand up for the small man now.
Gonna try and settle the score.
Africa, the Cradle of Life, who started keeping score?
We’re all the same at one time. Now we kill them off with war.

SOLO

African Civil War, African Civil War…What are we fighting for?
African Civil War…What are we fighting for?
I and I can’t take it no more, I and I can’t take it no more, I and I gonna settle the score.
I and I can’t take it no more, I and I can’t take it no more, I and I gonna settle the score.
I and I can’t take it no more, I and I can’t take it no more, I and I gonna settle the score.

…OUT…

You were with her last night in the local bar.
The night before last she was in your car.
Her voice like honey, it took you in.
You might as well be committin’ a sin.

Hey baby, you’re cheatin’ again.
Guess you’re just like all the other men.
I say you do it to stroke your ego.
You say you’re doin’ it for your own soul.

CHORUS

Hey baby, you’re cheatin’ again.
Hey baby, you’re cheatin’ again.
Hey baby, you’re cheatin’ again.
I guess you’re just like all the other men.

BRIDGE:
She’s from the country, she’s part African.
She’S from the Delta, part Jamaican.
She’S from all over, but lives in Cleveland.
Hey baby, you’re cheatin’ again.

CHORUS

Say you’re ready to play the “G”.
Which would you have it be?
You say the chord, I think the spot.
Don’t want to fight, I’ll sleep on the cot.

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
She’s from all over the world.
She’s not just your average girl.
She’s from New York, Detroit, Boston,
Seattle, LA, Memphis, Austin…

CHORUS
REPEAT
OUT

Well they banded together
In their calico garb.
Called themselves Indians
To protect their farms.
Hiding in the rocks with their firearms.

Deputy came to collect the rent.
A riot broke out, and
Steele was shot in the head.
Guess what, he had it coming.

In eighteen-hundred and forty-five,
Steele was pierced by lead.
Ain’t no farmer gonna pay no rent
To work their own homestead.

Lead pierces iron,
But it can’t pierce Steele.
That got proven wrong
On Dingle hill, up on Dingle hill.

The farmers rebelled
And gave the rent collector what for.
Went down in history as the anti-rent war.

There was no man standing.
There was no stone unturned.
Oh, it’s alright now.

They banded together in calico garb.
Called themselves Indians
To protect their farms, on Dingle Hill.

A plaque marks the spot
On Dingle Hill.
An epic cause reverberates still, on dingle hill.

Tin horn sounds the warning.
Tin horn sounds the warning.

White Man move here 20 score ago,
So they could pray the god they want.
The problem was, someone was here first.
Didn’t the Savage Man have any rights?

CHORUS:
They had no deeds or property lines,
Just the knowledge of how to survive.
What ever happened to God-given rights?
Not for the Savages, just for the Whites.
Whose land is it anyway?

He hunted an grew his own food.
Gunpowder, clothes, and shoes were all new.
We gave him booze and warm blankets.
They took to booze like moths to a flame.
Blankets with pox, to which they were not immune.

CHORUS

Now I walk this land I call my own,
Where a Savage Man once hunted an roamed.
We bullied and moved and killed them all off.
No one speaks of these facts today.
Hard to believe we played a part in Darwin’s Law.

CHORUS

He was a year or two older back in high school.
He didn’t really fit in, that much was true.
He was too small, had no skills for ball.
He played violin in the orchestra.

He was chased down the halls, he was punched and kicked.
The bullies, they found an easy target.
Richie was weak and defenseless,
A child’s cruelty can be so senseless.

CHORUS

Hey Richie, where you going with that wire and twine?
He’s goin’ out tonight to walk that line.
It’s not the time of year for mending fences.
You should be out playing, singing and dancing.

Going to the barn to do the chores,
Doesn’t care no more, ’bout his test scores.
Looking for a way to get some relief,
To run away from this world of grief.

CHORUS

When I heard the news, I fell straight to my knees.
Hard to believe this world’s cruelty.
I cried like hell in my mother’s arms.
Now Richie’s in a place that can do him no harm.

This tune is a funky free-for-all possibly recorded in a barn. No members of the band have any memory of creating the track, and it may be the result of a rare group sleepwalking event. At one point Chico seems to wake up in the midst of the recording, disoriented, only to loose consciousness again in time for the final chorus. Some suspect witchcraft or necromancy is involved due to the strange chanting that seems to come from many directions at once. Regardless of its origins, this is a spectacular accomplishment, and begs the question, “Who is the Country Fella?”

ALBUM CREDITS

Producer Eric “Roscoe” Ambel Musical Director Keith Christopher Recording Engineers Chico Finn, Josh Schneider from Back in the Hole Studios, and Andris Balins from Dry Hill Studios Mixer Eric “Roscoe” Ambel at Lily’s Terrace, New York City, New York Mastering engineer Tom Sheen at Sheen Masters, New York City, New York Basic Tracks Recording Back in the Hole Studios, Bovina, New York Additional Tracks Dryhill Studios – Oneonta, New York Chico Finn Bass, mandolin, guitars, vocals, keys Keith Christopher Guitars, drums, backing vocals, keys, bass Rebecca Frame Vocals Dan Finn Guitars, percussion, vocals Eric “Roscoe” Ambel Guitars, keys, backing vocals Ed Denison Drums, backing vocals (track 4 & 10) Harlo Bray Backing vocals Andris Balins Keys, backing vocals (track 6) Beth Huneke Backing vocals Emmylou Finn Percussion, backing vocals (track 4) Special Thanks to Andris Balins, Eric “Roscoe” Ambel, and Keith Christopher for their insight and for helping bring this project to completion.

Esquela Junior

Esquela decided to give back to the community at large by recording a children’s album called, “For the Sake of the Parents”. As a father of two young girls, Chico was tired of hearing bad children’s songs, foisted upon him by his unwitting offspring’s naïve requests to play said bad songs, over and over again. As a result, 8 and ½ original songs were written by Chico and lead singer, Becca Frame. The other 1 and ½ songs were a cover of Buck Owens’ (It’s a) Monster’s Holiday and borrowing of the music and melody to the tune Ooh La La (Ronnie Lane and Ron Wood) with the lyrics to the adorable “Kittens and Puppies”, written by Becca and Chico. Brian Shafer played guitar on all songs with his typical expert and soulful acumen, while original co-founder, Keith Christopher played drums on all tracks. With Eric “Roscoe” mixing the deft recordings of Mario Viele, Esquela really reaches back to their roots and produces a cool kid’s album that even the parents will love! For the sake of the parents, indeed!

I like animals because they ‘re cute
Dogs, hampsters, guinea pigs and newts
Horses smell when you hold out your hand
Not all dogs need 4 legs to stand

Dogs will stay with you all the long day
Cats will bring you their gifts of prey
Pigs are the magic animal
They give you pork, sausage, bacon and ham

Chorus:
Moo, moo, cheep, cheep, cheep
Cows, goats, chickens and sheep
Moo, moo, cheep, cheep, cheep
Cows, goats, chickens and sheep
Lambs drink milk from a baby’s bottle
Lambs drink milk from a baby’s bottle

Cats are soft, cuddly and cute
Some don’t care and they give them the boot
Dogs hunt frogs, bunnies and squirrels
They are the best friends in the whole wide world

Chorus - out

We’re going to a birthday party
We’re going to a birthday party
We’re going to a birthday party now….Oh,oh,oh

Grab your coat, hat and shoes
Let’s tell everyone the news
We’re going to a birthday party now…oh,oh,oh

Got the gift and the birthday card
Can’t wait to play in their yard
Play some games and blow off steam
Can’t wait for the cake and ice cream
We’re going to a birthday party now…oh, oh, oh

Birthday, birthday party

Birthday, birthday party

Birthday, birthday party now…oh, oh, oh

We open the gifts and sing the song
Pretty soon our parents come along
Say our goodbyes and thankyous too
We’ll see our friends back at school
We’re leaving the birthday party now…oh, oh, oh

Birthday, birthday party

Birthday, birthday party

Birthday, birthday party now…oh, oh, oh

We’re going to a birthday party
We’re going to a birthday party
We’re going to a birthday party now….Oh,oh,oh

Repeat chorus

If you're listening to this tune
You're gonna start your day real soon
Starting your day off fresh
And you're gonna have really good breath

Chorus:

A toothbrush, toothpaste, some water
That's it!

Brush brush brush brush brush
And spit

Repeat - chorus

If you're listening to this song
You might have your jammies on
Getting ready to hit the sheers
But first you gotta brush your teeth

A toothbrush toothpaste some water
That's it!
Brush brush brush brush brush
And spit!!

Repeat chorus

I am a cat wrangler, that’s what I am
Wrangling cats has always been my plan
Now sit down by the fire and I’ll share with you a tale
The day a fox tried to take my kittens but failed

Chorus:

I am a cat wrangler, that’s what I am
Wrangling cats has always been my plan

Instrumental

Me and my kittens play in the yard
Keeping an eye on them wasn’t very hard
When out of the woods, came the stranger in red
If I didn’t act quickly my kittens would be dead

Chorus

I got big and I ran fast
Towards the fox hiding in the grass
The fox knew not to mess with me
Especially a guy with so many kitties

The fox bared his teeth, I stood my ground
His claw cut my cheek and I hit his snout
The fox took off running, he knew I had him beat
You know he’ll be crying, if again we ever meet

Chorus

Solo

Well that’s my story of this cat wrangling man
Don’t you mess with my kittens
I hope you understand

Gummy bear, gummy bear, gummy bear, gummy bear

You are squishy as a wet sponge
As yummy as cotton candy

Gummy bear, gummy bear

Like a fluffy cloud
As colorful as the rainbow

Gummy bear, gummy bear

Gummy bear you are my life
Gummy bear I don’t like you

I love you…….Gummy bear

I had a pet gummy bear
His name was hairy care bear

Gummy bear, gummy bear

He was the color of the sun
We played and had the best of fun

Gummy bear, gummy bear

Gummy bear you are my life
Gummy bear I don’t like you

I love you……… gummy bear

Gummy bear, gummy bear, gummy bear, gummy bear

I have an imaginary friend
He's so nice I have so much fun with him
We laugh and play all day long
And every day we sing this little song and we sing

Love love to all my friends love love to my family and parents love love to everyone I send love love me and my imaginary friend

My friend is there when I'm feeling high or low
My friend means much to me oh I love him so
My friend and I always get along
Most of all when we sing this song wee sing

Love love to all my friends love love to my family and parents love love to everyone I send love love me and my imaginary friend

At night when it's time to go to sleep
I tell my friend goodnight and he says goodnight to me
And I know tomorrow will be grand
Cuz I'm ghana spend it with my imaginary friend
And we'll sing

Love love to all my friends love love to my family and parents love love to everyone I send love love me and my imaginary friend

Love love to all my friends love love to my family and parents love love to everyone I send love love me and my imaginary friend

Frankenstein was the first in line, and the wolfman came up next.
Dracula was a doing his stuff- breathing down my neck.
Jump back, make tracks, here comes the hunchback-
Better get out of his way.
Fee fee fi fi fo fo fum, it was a monster's holiday.

Well, I hopped inta bed and covered up my head
Said, "I'm gonna get a good night's sleep".
I got woke up about twelve o'clock and I jumped right to my feet.

There was gremlins, and goblins- dragons, and zombies
Lordy, what an awful sight.
I said, "Good buddy, you may get me, but brother, let me tell you
It's going to be after the fight."

Chorus

Frankenstein was the first in line, and the wolfman came up next.
Dracula was doing his stuff- a breathing down my neck.
Jump back, make tracks, here comes the hunchback-
Better get out of his way.
Fee fee fi fi fo fo fum, it was a monster's holiday.

Solo

Uncle bill, well, he took ill, and they sent for me to come.
I had to pass by the old graveyard- so I went on the run.
There was screaming and moaning, wailin’ and a groanin
Scary as a mummy's curse.
I said, "Good buddy, you may get me, but brother, let me tell you,
You're going to have to catch me first."

Chorus

Frankenstein was the first in line, and the wolfman came up next.
Dracula was doing his stuff- breathing down my neck.
Jump back, make tracks, here comes the hunchback-
Better get out of his way.

Fee fee fi fi fo fo fum, it was a monster's holiday.
Fee fee fi fi fo fo fum, it was a monster's holiday.

I walked by the pet store today
And asked my mom for a puppy
As she dragged me away
She said you can barely take care of yourself
When you learn to put things on the shelf
Then maybe someday you can have a pet
But someday is not today

I wish that I had kittens and puppies and bunnies too
I wish that I had kittens and puppies and bunnies too

Why can’t life be like kittens
Who play all the time
Or soft as bunnies, who make me smile
If life were kittens and bunnies
Then life would be so funny

I wish that I had kittens and puppies and bunnies too
I wish that I had kittens and puppies and bunnies too

She said “you think life / would be so funny
I think that you forgot
That you got to / work for money
For kitty litter, toys and shots

Poor young son of mine
You sure got a heart of gold
Just work real hard and try your best ….So y’re
Story / can be / told

Esquela………esquela

Outro chorus:

I wish that I had kittens and puppies and bunnies too
I wish that I had kittens and puppies and bunnies too
I wish that I had kittens and puppies and bunnies too
I wish that I had kittens and puppies and bunnies too

Rainbows are sparkly

Rainbows are shiny too

Rainbows are sunshine

Shining through the water

Cause it’s red orange and yellow (oh, oh)

Green blue and purple too
Red orange and yellow
Green blue and purple too

Somewhere over the rainbow
Birds they fly and the skies are blue
Somewhere at the end of the rainbow
Is a pot of gold waiting for you

Cause it’s red orange and yellow
Green blue and purple too
Red orange and yellow
Green blue and purple to

Rainbows are sparkly
Rainbows are shiny too
Rainbows are sunshine
Shining through the water

Red orange and yellow
Green blue and purple too
Red orange and yellow

Green blue and purple too

My little sister is always copying me, copying me

Yeah my little sister’s always copying me.

My little sister is always copying me, copying mec
Yeah my little sister’s always copying me.

Don’t understand why she’s always copying me

Don’t understand why she’s always copying me

Don’t understand why she’s always copying me

Don’t understand why she’s always copying me

Hey big sister, I’m copying you, copying you

Hey big sister………… I love you….I love you

Hey big sister, I’m copying you, copying you

Hey big sister………… I love you….I love you

Hey little sister you can keep copying me, copying me

I won’t mind if you keep copying me, copying me

Hey little sister you can keep copying me, copying me

I won’t mind if you keep copying me, copying me

Copying me……copying me……..Copying me

 
UPCOMING SHOWSStay tuned for upcoming shows!Esquela is a five-piece indie-roots-Americana band featuring amazing vocalist Rebecca Frame; who holds court with lead guitarist Brian Shafer; Chico Finn on bass and vocals; and Matt Woodin on guitar. Fun …

UPCOMING SHOWS

Stay tuned for upcoming shows!

Esquela is a five-piece indie-roots-Americana band featuring amazing vocalist Rebecca Frame; who holds court with lead guitarist Brian Shafer; Chico Finn on bass and vocals; and Matt Woodin on guitar. Fun and festive, Esquela is loaded up with rich orchestration, layered harmonies, and soaked in rural sensibilities.