Erin Armstrong

Erin Armstrong

 Hampton, South Carolina, USA
BandAlternativeRock

it's like you got yesterday, today and tomorrow, all in the same room. there's no telling what can happen.

Biography

"Given Armstrong's impassioned talent and her band's flawless performance, it is not hard to fall for her."
-Aaron Levy, The Charleston Post and Courier

Moving to L.A. alone from South Carolina in 2005, Erin Armstrong brought along her Southern upbringing. Her blues roots, jazz education and appreciation for indie rock followed. She may seem like an alt-country or piano-pop gal, but these descriptions may be defied with each listen or live show. From the full-throttle blues-based drive of "Sue Thrasher" to the upbeat and dreamy "Hello Miss McGinty", auditory and genre-bending surprises delight.

"It's Armstrong's heart-felt attachment to her music that makes it so special."
-Jackie Miehls, Performer Magazine

"'E Hemingway' changed my life. Seriously. Thanks."
-Skott, Descend

Highlights:
Hotel Cafe, Hollywood CA, 2009
West Coast Tour, 2009
Performer Magazine Showcase, 2009
CMJ Music Marathon, 2008
Residency, Silverlake Lounge, L.A., 2008
West Coast Tour, 2008
Movie Credit: "Fire", from This is My Knife, featured in the film "Time Out", 2007
Opening act for Ray Charles, 2004 (Erin Armstrong)

Lyrics

E Hemingway

Written By: Erin Armstrong

This is my armor, this is my knife.
I want a love that will last my whole life.
I got a Mom and Dad.
They're not husband and wife.
I just really want to go.
I just really wanted to go to heaven.

Shotgun dripped in white.
fight the fights and wrong the rights.
You hollar out breathless, you say,
"We gotta go."
Oh no. The battle's over.

You and I sleep in cheap hotels.
I steal everything you can't hold down.
Taking care of smashing the tv.
Convincing the front desk to arrest me.
Oh no. I just really want to go to prison. More than I want to be a musician.
And everybody wants to give me a second chance, baby boy why won't you turn around and dance?
Just let go.
Just let go.
Why won't you just let it go?
Just let go.

Apathetic Minor You

Written By: Erin Armstrong

I am the devil in a blue dress
You say you knew me in another life,
but I'm not impressed
And I'm wondering why everybody
don't mind that the whole world is falling out of love
And I'm wondering why all these minds stand in line, knowing full well that I cannot love

Go on and shake it down
Go on and paint the town
Go on and get your fix
You know that love and war don't mix

And I'm wondering why everybody don't mind that the whole world is falling out of love
And I'm wondering why all these minds stand in line, knowing full well that I cannot love

You whisper "baby"
I say "walk on by"
I could never be someone's wife
Just walk on by
Just walk on by

And I'm wondering why everybody don't mind that the whole world is falling out of love.
And I'm wondering why all these minds stand in line, knowing full well that I cannot love

Take Me Home

Written By: Erin Armstrong

Hold this book
I'll sing a little song for you
Wise eyes sing to me
In the key of blue
I loved a king once
I read of love and royalty
To prove fatal
I set the scene accordingly

Guinevere, guinevere
Did you run from your love
but keep your love near?
Guinevere, guinevere
I killed my love dead
Will he hear?

Who's ever going to take me home?
Just to go to sleep, because my love's
unwilling
Would you take me?
People ask me "whatever happened to that love in your pocket?
I just smile at them
"There's a hole in me I must have lost it."

End of the sidewalk
She throws the devil's halo
She makes the faithless pray and all the lovely southern ladies talk
Sister Sister, my ribbons of red rust
Are up for sale until the rise and set of the silver sun
Mary Elizabeth, silent thoughts connect us in the wind
Cary Alice, hold me like your child until the end

Who's ever going to take me home?
Just to go to sleep, because my love's
unwilling
Would you take me?
People ask me "whatever happened to that love in your pocket?
I just smile at them
"There's a hole in me I must have lost it."

Fire

Written By: Erin Armstrong

I got out of the city
For a weekend seeking answers from my Daddy
Around five a.m. there was a comfort
I love it when you don't have to say a damn word
You knew just what the other was thinking
Finish your whiskey and go to bed
And I got out of the city

I told my love I was a building
Towering high but you can burn me with one try
The night ignites and my heart just died
The fire's been flying over my head
The fire's been flying over my head
But I got out of the city

And the fire
And the fire
And the Fire
But I got out of that city
And the fire

Hello Miss McGinty

Written By: Erin Armstrong

Giving flowers on a Sunday morning
can break your heart
Cause Saturday he told me
I didn't deserve them
I got nothing to offer you
but a pretty shade of blue

Cut to the past
I cut the puppet's strings
I sit and look at flowers that I keep
Pressed in paperbacks
And Sunday bulletins
Since you left my dress hangs low
in the closet

We are all naked
One dress we could care less
Wild as all the flowers
And then we photographed
each girl in a sundress

One by one, we switch clothes and we flashed our poses
The shutter released and the light in us was free
I said "you can't take that away from me"
she said "you cannot take what was already free"

We are all naked
One dress we could care less
Wild as all the flowers
Then we took turns as the subject

We are all naked
One dress we could care less
Wild as all the flowers
Then we photographed each girl in a sundress

Then we photographed

E Hemingway

Written By: Erin Armstrong

This is my armor, this is my knife.
I want a love that will last my whole life.
I got a Mom and Dad.
They're not husband and wife.
I just really want to go.
I just really wanted to go to heaven.

Shotgun dripped in white.
fight the fights and wrong the rights.
You hollar out breathless, you say,
"We gotta go."
Oh no. The battle's over.

You and I sleep in cheap hotels.
I steal everything you can't hold down.
Taking care of smashing the tv.
Convincing the front desk to arrest me.
Oh no. I just really want to go to prison. More than I want to be a musician.
And everybody wants to give me a second chance, baby boy why won't you turn around and dance?
Just let go.
Just let go.
Why won't you just let it go?
Just let go.

Sue Thrasher

Written By: Erin Armstrong

white trash intellect
shipwrecked on being racist
drowning in history
truly you know nothing

darling, you don't know nothing about where I'm from

Combahee, Edisto, chasing Jackie
down Pocataligo
Getting out the two step shoes
Even Carolina's turning blue

darling, you don't know nothing about where I'm from

L.A.'s got it's cowboy boots
Rooms filled with lawsuits
Play me a tribute
But no accent buys these grassroots

Darling, you don't know nothing about where I'm from

As a child of the South
no hate came out of this
youngins mouth
We're waiting, we're patient
Until crackers stop voting
Good riddance all your ignorance
Silent gun you've been toting
Pull your white trigger
God knows your the

Darling, you don't know nothing
about where I'm from

North District Dollar

Written By: Erin Armstrong

dollar dollar
memorize each face with each name
make a good grade
make a good good grade
green in color
wide eyes remind me of grace
now they've turned to such an envious place
and all the while
I'm going to smile
dollar dollar
well we work so hard for you
how come I turn around and I'm still feeling blue
dollar dollar
you gave me everything
how come I still feel like I've got nothing?
and all the while
I'm going to smile
turn off your tv
forget about the movie
this is yours
this is ours
on your off day
well I hope that you blow off shopping
you come into my bed
and you sing me a song instead
come into my bed and you sing me a song instead
All the while
I'm going to smile

Goodnight, Goodnight

Written By: Erin Armstrong

Goodnight, Goodnight
Why'd you have to go and break my heart?
Why'd you have to go and take my very last pair of dancing shoes?
cause I was saving them just for you

goodnight, goodnight
every single girl across the lake
drawing lines across her pretty face
saying "pretty baby just take a dance with me"
all the girls singing out

Goodnight, Goodnight
Why'd you have to go and break my heart?
Why'd you have to go and take my very last pair of dancing shoes?
cause I was saving them just for you

It couldn't have been that long ago
When you take a man's hand to dance
you set a point of view
not that I'd be the one that you came home to
but, pretty baby if you're going to dance
have the decency to dance with me

Why'd you have to go and break my heart?
Why'd you have to go and take my last pair of dancing shoes?
cause I was saving them just for you

John Elliott

Written By: Erin Armstrong

I miss my friend, John Elliott
a prototype for all my men
Mr. Nixon could be our next president

showed me how to fall in love
showed me how to fall out of touch
you hand me a note
you stuck in my coat
said 'go get your own happiness'

I miss my friend, John Elliott
before I die you shut my eyes
the sugar's been bought
the store lights are off
go home if you still got one

showed me how to shut my mouth
showed me how to leave the south
and I was the seed
you were the sun
a good heart, you still got one

you ain't got nothing until you lost someone you love
my friend, my innocence
in my dreams I cannot say goodbye to you my friend
I'd love to see you again

you ain't got nothing until you lost someone you love
my friend, my innocence
in my dreams I cannot say goodbye to you my love
I'd love to see you again

I'd love to see you dead again

Discography

"Blue Carolina", Full Length 2010
"This is My Knife", Full Length 2008
"When This is All We Got", EP 2005

Air Play:
88.9 KXLU Los Angeles
96.1 WAVE Charleston, SC

Set List

My Love
Oh Boy
E. Hemingway
Apathetic Minor You
North District Dollar
Ruth and Clyde
Fire
Goodnite, Goodnite
Petit Fille
Cemetery
Hello Miss McGinty
Picture Show
Take Me Home
Bumpy Ride

Occasional Covers:
The Afghan Whigs "My Curse"
Built to Spill "Car"
Cole Porter "Miss Otis Regrets"