Jenn Friedman

Jenn Friedman

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Jenn is a true singer/songwriter—her songs are versatile in their musical style and their lyrical content, all the while having the common threads of her incredible piano skill and intense vocals, coaxing the listener on a magical journey

Biography

NY born and bred, Jenn Friedman sat at her parents’ piano with a melody she just couldn’t get out of her head. Picking the notes out one by one, and unaware that she was opening the door to her lifelong passion, Jenn wrote her first song.

For twenty years, this journey took her through the sounds of Peter, Paul and Mary, Carly Simon, Pete Seeger, swirling around the harmonies of the Beatles and the Beach Boys, and eventually hovering over Ani DiFranco, Jewel, Tori Amos, etc.

A graduate of SUNY Purchase, Jenn spent her four years of college in “music lockdown,” intensely writing, recording, and exploring the murky depths of the wild and crazy music industry, coming up for air while performing at such legendary venues as CBGB’s, The Knitting Factory, The Sidewalk Café and more.

Jenn is a true singer/songwriter—her songs are versatile in their musical style and their lyrical content, all the while having the common threads of her incredible piano skill and intense vocals, coaxing the listener on a magical journey through haunted houses, loooong car rides on open roads, unrequited love, and the occasional ditty about finding God at the circus!

Currently making her home in New York City, Jenn’s new album drops in September of 2007 and she hits the road soon thereafter.
So keep your eyes and ears open, boys and girls, because Jenn Friedman’s songs WILL change your life…forever!

Lyrics

Skin

Written By: Jenn Friedman

Time
until death
do us part
until death
do they chart
our beloved life

and what doctors
regard as charm she says is
western hunger for blood money
or so is my humble interpretation of an
ordinary girl

who swears she doesn't have half my brain
coulda' fooled me
for blood money is statistically red
and manufactured green

my skin your skin is real is real
my skin your skin is real is real
my skin your skin is real is real
my skin your skin my skin

gray is the hair
of a lady who saves
her color
for cloudy days

and the touch
of your hand
not enough
to withstand
the fire that they swear's just warm embrace

and the reasons
not to abide
are heaven hell and earth aside
so you find another god with which to pray

and when that one and her dreams and answers are
tooth fairy santa tales
you close your eyes and wish the world away

my skin your skin is real is real
my skin your skin is real is real
my skin your skin is real is real
my skin your skin my skin

rpt.

and no matter how chewed up, tired, pink or gray or battered perspired
no matter how guilty the priest who was my father was my friend
no matter how indecent the touch that made you a statistic
i am still the rightful owner of my skin

there are pores
that exist
just to soak
in the sound
of running water and the hymns of midnight jazz

there are abstract
joys and understandings
that increase indefinitely over the years

and with age
come anger like
fire come heat
when you learn to lure the barrel up the ever-threatening peak

and to wear
sweet armor when
touching fire
so as not to burn love falling at your feet

my skin your skin is real is real
my skin your skin is real is real
my skin your skin is real is real
my skin your skin my skin

Captain

Written By: Jenn Friedman

I had a reason to stay in the wishing mine
and I knew a language that only it spoke
As the sun came up next to the door of the assanine
I hid in a blanket of soil below

Cause I had no voice in the land of the lying tongue
and I had no vices to teach me a line

In the West we had wind
In the North we had soldiers
that knew how to fly
but then nobody told us
that I was the captain
and I had to drive them home

I buried deep in the heart of the wishing mine
and got on my knees as the walls caved in
a serious plead for a call from a lonely son
Iodine roses and second hand skin

cause I had no voice in the land of the lying tongue
and I had no vices to teach me a line

In the West we had wind
In the North we had soldiers
that knew how to fly but then
nobody told us
that I was the captain
and I had to drive them home

I put my ear to the door of the wishing mine
and gathered the sounds of the dust and the cotton
a hideous scream down the street where the West was won
a solo defeat that I'd long since forgotten

But I had no voice in the land of the lying tongue
and I had no vices to teach me a line

But we're too hard to take
and we're too hard to tell
that the choices we make are just
wishes in wells
and we're too hard to teach
and we're too hard to love
when the masters who made us are
no longer preaching
but i was the captain
and i had to drive
oh yes i was the captain
and I had to drive
oh yes I was the captain
and I had to drive them home

Summer

Written By: Jenn Friedman

She was born into the world of summer
she was taken by the lightning storm
and then warned some by the world of another
please go home dear, go home

well the years go by and she's still drumming
as the birthday thunders roar
and the shakes are either here or com'n
lay your body by the bedroom door

but when they rub your head
when they rub your halo
when they rub your head
when they rub your halo

and here mother's had a hard time sleeping
well her wake up call's been fear
cause her baby's sick of all the weeping
in her head, mum, a monster's here

well a rock-a-rock-a-bye-a-baby
as the branches slowly break
but the burning of the lonely bushes
has her staying awake by the fire

when they rub your head
when they rub your halo
when they rub your head
when they rub your halo

she goes home, she goes home, go ahead love, your daughter's here, she goes home, she goes home, go ahead love, your daughter's here, go ahead love, your daughter's here, your daughter's here

If you love me you'll wake up summer
If you love me you'll take her home
and you'll bring me back to the lightning
that deceived me in that southern storm

I will tell the other worldly demons
rest assured my friends I'm free
I will go and lay down by her side
where the whole world beckons me
I'm flying

When they rub your head
when they rub your halo
when they rub your head
when they rub your halo
when they rub your head
when they rub your halo
they will understand
that the storm has faded

Discography

New Album (yet to be titled)-2007
Wake Up Summer-2005

Set List

Sets range from 30-90 minutes consisting of mostly original songs from Friedman's two albums, though cover songs do make their way in. A detailed setlist is available upon request.