Lizzie and the Flakjackets

Lizzie and the Flakjackets

 Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA
BandAmericanaFolk

Lizzie and the Flakjackets was founded in 2016 by conservatory-trained altruists looking to channel their classical chamber music synchronicity through the drive and humanity of folk music.

Biography

Lizzie and the Flakjackets was founded in 2016 by conservatory-trained altruists looking to channel their classical chamber music synchronicity through the drive and humanity of folk music. The Flakjackets seek to bridge numerous divides: between traditions of historical performance and contemporary folk music; between learning, experiencing, and performing; and between humans of all ages and backgrounds. The springboard is a band name that pays homage to French Baroque composer Elisabeth Jacquet de la Guerre. 

Using historical instruments, including the viola da gamba, strung with historically-accurate gut strings, the Flakjackets highlight connections between the Baroque and our 21st-century realities. Lizzie and the Flakjackets wants to make folk music for you powerful enough to marry the intense collaboration of classical chamber music with our iconoclastic tendencies.

The Flakjackets hail from Pennsylvania, New England, and Taiwan, and are based in the Boston, Massachusetts area.

Lyrics

Beauty for Ashes

Written By: Rachel Marie Schachter

I’m making ties
Through this thread, we are connected
Bound in openness that reaches
through my skin and made me realize
That lately I’ve been breaking ties
And tying chains around my heart
To keep my mind from reaching
All the fear that lies within
And now you tell me I’ll be fine
It might be tough
Is my weary soul enough?

I’m seeing eyes
In a mirror I have crafted
Not quite empty, but they’re dimming,
something lacking as I realize
That I can’t fix a broken man
But another must fix me as I let go
And loosen all the chains holding me back
And now you tell me
My own tears help heal my wounds
Will my broken voice come through?

I’ll trade you fear for comfort
And weakness for compassion
I’ll lay my hurting body down
Trade me beauty for ashes

recessional

Written By: Daniele DeAngelis Hunter

“thank all the gods you’re back,” i say to you
and you tilt your head, and there’s fire here
it wants to touch you too

“thank all the gods you’re back,” i say with no cadence
and i don’t even know if you can hear me
you are silent and your eyes are gone
and our fingertips are touching

something is burning and i think it might be us
you lost your skin
and i’m not wearing mine anymore
we can’t talk, but our fingers can
“thank all the gods you’re back,” i whisper to you

you’re back
but you aren’t here

and here i am
i am here
thanking all the gods
in case they can hear me
in case they are listening
in case
they
deserve it

Lookin' for Paradise

Written By: Bill Schachter

Fences and attitudes keep us apart
Compromise tends to wear thin
He heard her knockin' at the door of his heart
But in the end, he could not let her in
It happens too often when it happens to you
Too often, it's happened to me
And I've been the villain, and I've been the victim
And I've been the blind referee

And I'd like to quit lookin' for paradise
Or find it, one of the two
But I can't, and I won't, and I can't understand
How the best is the best you can do

It's a hard thing to hear when a friend puts you down
It's a pretty bad feeling to fight
Like an outlaw with orders to get out of town
My, ain't it cold out tonight
Mostly it's misunderstanding, I guess
Mostly it's nothing at all
And you never miss August or the smell of fresh hay
'Til November when the snow starts to fall

And I'd like to quit lookin' for paradise
Or find it, one of the two
But I can't, and I won't, and I can't understand
How the best is the best you can do

And they tell me eternity still is the same
After you've cut it in two
But I can't understand, no I can't understand
How the best is the best you can do