Produced by Steve Carr and Georgie Jessup
Recorded at Hit and Run Recording – November 14th,15th,and 18th, 2016
Graphics – Steve Carr
Dedicated to the memory of Mary Lou Bartram 8/23/1927 – 2/21/2016 and Karen Sykes (my dear friend who crossed over), and to Mary J. Mauler & Alice M. Blum and the Mauler-Blum family.
All songs written by Georgie Jessup Mauler ©2016 winkte music/ascap All rights reserved
Lyrics
Xmas Time In Jessup
A murder ballad and Christmas prison ballad tells the story of a prisoner who can’t seem to get any response from his lawyer to file an appeal. It seems our hapless prisoner kill a man in a fight over a woman. The imprisoned laments that Christmas will come and go while the ex-lover and the lawyer will be off on their honeymoon and on vacation.
Having grown up in Jessup and having an aunt who was warden of the Women’s House of Correction Jessup, MD – other-wise known as The Cut for both the men’s and women’s prisons – I wanted to tell the truth story of how Jessup got its name. It’s all there in the first verse. Many people believe it was called the Cut simply because of its location to the Rail Road tracks where Jonathan Jessup led a crew that leveled a clay hill that prevented the trains from going through in icy and snowy weather. The clay was made into the bricks that built the men’s prison.
Lyrics
Verse:
I’m stuck here in prison behind these old brick walls.
Down here by the railroad tracks where Jessup made his cut.
He took two hundred thousand tons of clay to clear them.
Made the walls too high for happy Christmas nights.
Chorus:
It’s Christmastime in Jessup. We’re all locked up at the Cut.
Barbwire hangs instead of Christmas lights
My lawyers on vacation, can’t get me out of it.
OUTRO: …in prison here tonight.
Verse:
Why I shot that man in Fells Point anyone can understand.
I caught him with my lover, and it changed all my plans
Instead of Christmas Stockings I got prison socks and bread.
Bad meat loaf in the oven bad thoughts inside my head.
Repeat Chorus
Verse:
Now I’m such an old woman and I’ll never see the light.
That man I shot in Fells Point wasn’t worth the fight.
The girl she up and married now my lawyer’s second wife.
Another lonely Christmas … for me tonight.
Repeat Chorus
Credits:
Words and music by Georgie Jessup Mauler ©2016 winkte music/ascap
Georgie Jessup – lead and harmony vocals, piano
Steve Carr – guitars
John Heinrich – pedal steel
Gene Bisk – bass and acoustic guitar
Kirill Sherman -drums
Christmas Without You
The president of the Jessup Improvement Association, who was old school in that leaders are supposed to serve the people, passed away around Christmastime. She always played Mrs. Clause for the kids at our annual community Christmas gathering. She, along with the J.I.A. tried to stand up to Arundel Mills Mall before the corporate builders could destroy our town. We lost both battles. I wanted to pay tribute to a woman we all loved and respected.
Lyrics
It wouldn’t be Christmas without a little snow.
It wouldn’t be Christmas without ribbons and bows.
Pretty packages wrapped up, Christmastime is near.
But it won’t be like Christmas without you here.
It wouldn’t be Christmas without lights on the tree.
Bright red, green and blue ones for reindeer to see.
Little children singing, voices full of good cheer.
But it won’t be like Christmas without you here.
Bridge:
We’ll all be waiting all eyes on the door.
Anticipating your smile once more.
It won’t feel like Christmas in our little town tonight.
No holiday wishes any joy or delight.
We wait for your arrival. And wish a healthy New Year,
But it won’t feel like Christmas without you here.
Tag:
How do we get through this Christmas without you here?
Credits:
Words and music by Georgie Jessup Mauler ©2016 winkte music/ascap
Georgie Jessup – lead and harmony vocals, piano
Steve Carr – guitars
John Heinrich – pedal steel
Gene Bisk – bass and acoustic guitar
Kirill Sherman -drums
Dear Santa
A plea to old Saint Nick to bring a lost love back…or maybe just a lost time.
Lyrics
Dear Santa, don’t want no train.
Dear Santa, I don’t need a plane.
Dear Santa, please cut me some slack,
All I want for Christmas is my baby back
Dear Santa, I got everything I need.
Dear Santa, I’m down on my knees.
Dear Santa, please cut me some slack,
All I want for Christmas is my baby back.
Bridge:
I miss that lovin’. It was oh so good!
I miss that lovin’ . I should have knocked on wood.
And now I miss it every night,
I’m hoping Mr. Clause you’ll bring it back tonight!
Dear Santa, My baby knows how to walk.
Dear Santa, My baby knows how to talk.
Dear Santa, please cut me some slack,
All I want for Christmas is my baby back.
Dear Santa, I’ll try not to pout.
Dear Santa, Don’t make me shout.
Dear Santa, please cut me some slack,
All I want for Christmas is my baby back…
Credits:
Words and music by Georgie Jessup Mauler ©2016 winkte music/ascap
Georgie Jessup – lead and harmony vocals, piano
Steve Carr – guitars
John Heinrich – horns and horn charts
Gene Bisk – bass and acoustic guitar
Kirill Sherman -drums
Rockin’ Randy Johnson – bass harmony vocals
When Santa Was A Pagan
Like there was ever a “war on Christmas” like the right wing dogmatic religious nuts claim, I had to write this song. The time of the year that Christmas falls on is the Winter Solstice and is celebrated by multiple cultures long before there was ever a Jesus.
In fact, most of the iconic symbols we associate with Christmas came from the Old Pagan earth connected traditions, and not from the Roman-Christian Empire. Indeed, Rome stole away our Christmas and left the People with guilt, shame, and fear instead of Joy and Happiness!
Lyrics
When Santa was a pagan we had so much fun
We danced around the fire until we saw the sun.
The moon was full and glowing as we danced under the light.
When Santa was a pagan, we danced all through the night
When Santa was a pagan our life was filled with joy
We ate the sacred mushroom no cheap commercial toys.
We stopped to smell the cedar embrace the Mystery.
When Santa was a pagan, we worshiped at the Tree
Chorus:
When Santa was a pagan all the children sang
They danced and sang and worshiped and never saw their shame.
Rome stole away our Christmas and left us with the blame.
When Santa was a pagan the devil stole his name
The world is filled with trouble and all of life’s a sin.
Or so they try to tell us the sin is being pagan.
So now we all got Christmas, but the spirit burns like gas
When Santa was a pagan… Solstice was a Hallowed Mass
Credits:
Words and music by Georgie Jessup Mauler ©2016 winkte music/ascap
Georgie Jessup – lead and harmony vocals, piano, and reed organ
Steve Carr – guitars
John Heinrich – pedal steel
Gene Bisk – bass and acoustic guitar
Kirill Sherman -drums