Jen Kearney & The Lost Onion

Jen Kearney & The Lost Onion

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Sexy soul poured over rice and beans. Stevie Wonder goes to Cuba.

Biography

Jen Kearney and the Lost Onion are an original soul/funk/Latin band from the Boston area. With comparisons to Stevie Wonder, Irma Thomas,
Eddie Palmieri and others, they have been bringing their sound to the Northeast in a layered frenzy of soul food spice.

"A few weeks ago, I found gold during a marathon listening session"...something close to the wondrous flavor of prime ’70s
Stevie...Kearney qualifies as a well-kept local secret..." - Larry Katz, The Boston Herald- November, 2006

"The band seamlessly blends elements of soul and Latin with a touch of
jazz influence, all in a very natural way. The music on “Eat” sounds like a meeting between Stevie Wonder and Lydia Pense/Cold Blood at the junction
of Santana and Eddie Palmieri, but without being blatantly derivative. Kearney pulls it off by being an exceptionally able songwriter. Her tunes blend sophisticated melodies and harmonies with sharp, story-like lyrics that offer snapshots of her world." - Alan Chase, The Wire- November, 2006

Lyrics

Pick Yourself Up

Written By: Jen Kearney

Everything seems erotic, exotic, hypnotic
until it falls down where your stomach is knotted
and your tears are clotted with your rotted mascara and pride

Everyone seems supportive and friendly and trustworthy
Deserving of your time and love and kindness
Can't see their covered mess, their layered nest of unrest

Until a proof a spoof aloof in its absence of substance
Shows you the true intent the non-enlightenment
The dent that causes you to vent that you'll never trust again but

Pick yourself up
Pick yourself up
Its time
(2xs)

Because the path is thin
The din of naysaying tries winning and spinning you down before you're even beginning your glory inning
But don't take that bait push it out of the way
Jump its gaze break the maze
Don't stand behind the haze of your laziness and envy

You've got your work stop shirking
No matter what keeps lurking
In your head, just break bread and let your burdens shed
Because its all about now and how your bow and breath will center your brow from worried pettiness so go on and just go on and just go on and just

Pick Yourself Up
Pick Yourself Up now
Its time
(2xs)

I know you're worried about your money and your car sounds funny
We're all so busy chasing honey
Sometimes we get stung dumb and flung onto a mediocre rung

But it don't have to be that sorry way, that blurry fray is your rope so tie it back in and hope and go on and just go on and just go on and just

Pick yourself up
Pick yourself up now
Its time

The Year of the Ox

Written By: Jen Kearney

Sitting in a Chinese restaurant
Trying to decide just what I want
and the cartoon zodiac placement says I was born in the year of the Ox.
Linty quarter flipped in the jukebox plays "She's a twentieth century fox" oh yeah, oh yeah

By the clink of the buffet plates
I read the story of the Emperor's birthday
Toiling strong and silent to do
more than I say.

And so the fable goes, I let the rat and the cat convince me to let them on my strong back
And carry them across the water to our ordered fates.

Man, I sure feel yoked up,
choked up at the site of the drowning scapegoats
That are failing to thrive, thrashing just to keep alive in a watery debt they don't own

I'm thrown, I've grown, its known that this naivete cover is blown and I wish someone would...
wish someone would

Set Olly Olly Oxen free
'cause the thing I hide is the love I seek
Hidden in the mud of futile archaeology
Moving as slow as the song from a broken beak of a bird that don't fly no more.

I wonder if I'll make it
feeling the weakness that though I'm a beast of burden
sometimes its got to be laid down

and now the rat has pushed the cat off my back
in common abomination
and just like that, friends become enemies just like that

Man, I sure feel yoked up,
choked up at the site of the drowning scapegoats
That are failing to thrive, thrashing just to keep alive in a watery debt they don't own

I'm thrown, I've grown, its known that this naivete cover is blown and I wish someone would...
wish someone would

Set Olly Olly Oxen free
'cause the thing I hide is the love I seek
Hidden in the mud of futile archaeology
Moving as slow as the song from a broken beak of a bird that don't fly no more.

So I'm sitting in a Chinese restaurant
With a song scribbled on a placemat stained with hot mustard and duck sauce.

And my fountain pen meets its messy end connecting my weary thoughts
and I wonder what the shrinks would see is these here ink blots.

Warm Bath Eyes

Written By: Jen Kearney

Its funny running into you
Funny how my whole world just changed hue
Following them azure pools
Gracing your precious face

Now I never was one for first sight love
but this cloudless wit between us skywrites above
All my superseded cynicism shoved and overruled by your conversational grace

Chorus:
one more look in them warm bath eyes
and I'm gonna
one more look in them warm bath eyes and I'm gonna
Gonna let imagination take me over seas and Rio streets
Bounding in carnations, sins, pillow talk and sheets
Loving you like parades and samba hips alive
I've got lots of dirty thoughts that I think I should baptize in your warm bath blue eyes

Now I just wish there was some kind of litmus test for this
so I wouldn't have to sweat and guess and miss
if you're feeling anything like I do

'cause I'm a proven master
of flirting with extreme disaster
but baby I'd hire me a cleanup crew and have a cyclone love affair with you

(chorus)

So forgive my honesty and truth
painting my brown-eyed confession nail and tooth
got a feeling behind them innocent looking blues
you got some dirty thoughts about me too.
It was just funny running into you.

Forgiven

Written By: Jen Kearney

Sit myself down push aside the curtain
judgement to judgement, just my face to face
and I admit it all I confess what I've done
and I just want to be forgiven

I kneel down to the soil and the mud
I nurture and form it and dry it in the sun
but the wind of karma comes and crumbles every bit I've done
and I just want to be forgiven

My temple's given rain to a magesty that's whipping me to the bone
Its that which ruins all the lovely poise I'm trying to protect here stone by stone
Its taken the dirt of work to propel itself to my throne
Something eventually has got to set me free
I atone

So give me my penance and send me on my way
'cause in this dark place I think I've said all I got to say
shown my underbelly my delicate faulted ways
and I just want to be forgiven

So won't the human side of me appeal to my divinity
I just want to be forgiven.

Discography

Jen Kearney & The Lost Onion- "EAT"- September 2006
http://www.cdbaby.com/kearney2

Jen Kearney- "Bravery" 2002
http://www.cdbaby.com/kearney

Kearney Square- "On Fire" 1999

Set List

we typically play at clubs where original music is encouraged. We throw a few covers in the mix to honor the greats! We are able to play 3-4 hours of material.
Original songs:
Pick Yourself Up
Warm Bath Eyes
Grandpa
Forgiven
Patience Child
Pantomime
Amity
Let It Itch
Can I Get an Amen?
Plena de la Cebolla
Bravery
I Don't Feel
You're Wrong This Time
The Joke
Sleep In It
Swallow It
On Fire
You do
Gentle and Precise

Current Cover songs:
Livin' for the City- Stevie Wonder
Bag Lady- Erykah Badu
Tell Me Something Good- Rufus and Chaka Khan
Dr. Feelgood- Aretha Franklin
Never Loved a Man- Aretha Franklin
Let Love Rule- Lenny Kravitz
The Beautiful Ones- Prince and the Revolution
Use Me- Bill Withers