CHELSEA LYNN LABATE

CHELSEA LYNN LABATE

BandFolkAcoustic

Biography

"The ocean has no silly names, the ocean has no add campaigns, the ocean has no claim to fame, the ocean soaks up all this pain." Mother nature is number one and Chelsea Lynn La Bate will daringly promote her along with other subjects such as self-discipline, non-violence, blissed out devotion, lucid thinking, self-preservation and blossuming beauty, to a world that falls sick to material excess, unleashed cravings and mental illnesses.

In the track, these stones, Chelsea sings in a modest tone, "these stones, these stones we throw could build, could build our homes" poetically pinpointing that the power of our anger and violence can be redirected for sweeter outcomes.

In her second album, Cardboard Crowns (soon to be released), Chelsea billows "picking through the pawn shop of your dusty thoughts/the film reels of your mind are fearing dry rot," her voice growing from a cozy quiet, to a storm like wind.

In her song entitled "drink me instead" Chelsea's intonation is unrefined, raw, and bare, akin to the gritty records of Billie Holiday. Here the lyrics paint the fictional picture of caring for an alcoholic. She laments "I'm finally home to find your bones draped like a receiver hung from its phone."

In "You only Come around on Wednesdays" Chelsea sings "the pads of your lips are a lazy boy to your mustache" in a voice that has the quality and texture of aged wine and the grit of old 8mm home movies. Her lyrics, by far the forte of her creations, have been compared to the works of Joni Mitchell.

Chelsea's first album "Lip to Lip, Dust to Chalk," introduces a voice that transmits the intimacy and introverted nature of Ben Harper's Welcome to the Cruel World. This debut record delivers a mesmerizing presentation of finger picked guitar layered under Chelsea's mystical voice. At times the guitar is barely touched, others it is rippling like a harp. Her songs and performances take the listener into a quiet place, a place that soothes but stimulates. Chelsea Lynn La Bate makes songs that open the heart.

Chelsea has been actively performing in the New York City area at venues such as the Knitting Factory, Rockwood Music Hall, 169 Bar, the Stain, Bar 4, Matchelss and Sidewalk Cafe.

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Lyrics

sweet temporary

Written By: CHELSEA LYN LABATE

look at what you have
instead of what keeps leaving, leaving you

they published the look
you gave her
printed an infinite edition
she'll scrub the price tag off
to reveal a true rendition

of the love you breathed into her
on the countertops
in the kitchen
the pots and pans all watched
for the recipe of your kisses

look at what you have. . .

picking through the pawn shop
of your dusty thoughts
the film reels of you mind
are fearing dry rot

sir, I give and breath
only for the One eye on top
like me, like me, like me,
like me or not

I'm down on heavy knees
take my family
please take all I see
sweet temporary
sweet tem-poor-ary

the snail song

Written By: CHELSEA LYNN LABATE

***PLEASE NOTE. THIS SONG WAS WRITTEN FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF A SNAIL WHO LIVES IN A FISHTANK IN A CORPORATE OFFICE AND HAS A CRUSH ON THE GUY WHO COMES TO CLEAN THE TANKS EVERY WEDNESDAY*

you only come around on wednesdays
humming last night's songs hand crocheted barrette
you're the whole panorama dome above
just one breath from your body and i know you're here to love
just one breath from your body and i know you're here to love

the stitches of your wrangler's are pressed against the glass
the pads of your lips
are a lazy boy to your mustache

between the plastic diver man and the treasure trunk's pearly brass
is where i'd say i do if you ever asked
i swear i'd say i do if you ever ever asked

'cause i'm a road/i'm a rail/i'm a blank stare/i'm a snail/go car go
i'm a stone/i'm a pail/i'm slow paper mail/go car go
i'm a cell/i'm your bail/i'm the young virgin's veil go car go

i could live on your dashboard/
i could help with the rent
you left my gravel glistening and it ain't done yet

i'm your dream/i'm your plan and i'm more than escargot
i'm a torn fence/i'm a whale/i'm the drunk sailor's sail/go car go

past THE leak's in the sunset/past the clock with no face
you depend on my messes so i'll rip up the place!

see you swivel in the bosses chair/cross your puma's by his name plate
restyle your hair
call your momma on the telephone just to see if she's there
oh i've never been to pretty but you don't seem to care
i've never been to witty but you never seem, you never seem to care!

'cause you only come around on wednesdays. . . .

catch this cloud

Written By: CHELSEA LYNN LABATE

pappa gonna make you proud
give the guys at the station
something to talk about

momma she's gonna cry out loud
give the ladies at church
something to chirp about

brother gonna catch this cloud
the locker room boys'll
snap their towels around

and with the royalties we'll live like royalty
buy an elephant and take it to town

quite our minds stop
roaming the streets
earn emerald eyes for our cardboard crowns

papa gonna make you proud
your little girl's gonna grow up
and find her place in this crowd
giving sound
we scrub the blood off the floors
when no one's around

the wind picks up
the sky breathes in
guard your feet
and plant your ground

hold up your wishes
to the blinding sun
a golden light to match your gown

lord I'm gonna make you proud
give the stars in you heavens
something to blink about
lord, I'm gonna catch this cloud
catch this cloud