Jill Trenholm

Jill Trenholm

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Bohemian Folk Jazz

Biography

Jill performs her Bohemian Folk Jazz; an original blend of her extensive musical background. With numerous years experience Jill has had a busy career from being featured playing guitar and singing in a national Levi’s commercial to recently opening for Michael McDonald at Mayhill’s Ampetheatre.

Jill has captured the heart of audiences at house concerts to concert halls with her honest crystalline voice. Her poignant songwriting ability evokes laughter as well as tears and she genuinely connects with her listeners.

For a full bio and videos go Jill's website.

Lyrics

You Bet She'll Drop It

Written By: Jill Trenholm

You Bet She’ll Drop It
By Jill Trenholm

She shimmies into the room
She bats her eyelashes
All eyes drift to her
Such a lovely spot to rest

She shimmies up to the bar
She bats her eyelashes
He thinks he’d like to buy those lips a drink
She saves a little money
What’s the harm?

‘Till she’s holding his heart there in her hand
Just like she likes it…that’s what she likes
Holding his heart there in her hand
Until she drops it… you bet she’ll drop it

She shimmies on the dance floor
Her great smile she flashes
She presses her augmented figure
Up to his figure so he figures he gets more

Till she’s holding his heart there in her hand
Just like she likes it…that’s what she likes
Holding his heart there in her hand
Until she drops it… you bet she’ll drop it

Now she’s leaving; she’s going to Newport
She’s got another man on the line
To Havasu, she said goodbye
She said she really had a really good time

She shimmies at the work place
Her young assistant… a love sick pup
He’s not the first. There’s more in the warehouse
They just can’t seem to give the dream of her up.

Now she’s leaving; she’s going to Newport
She’s got another man on the line
To Havasu, she said goodbye
She said she really had a really good time

Till she’s holding his heart there in her hand
Just like she likes it…that’s what she likes
Holding his heart there in her hand
Until she drops it… you bet she’ll drop it

Haunted House

Written By: Jill Trenholm

Haunted House

She moans loneliness
Cries out heartache
Sips her wine
And sinks into the couch.
A ghost slips by
Inside her haunted house.

She feels emptiness
Echo down the hallway.
The door is closed
But a light shines from underneath.
Inside a skeleton
That looks like him; she thinks.

Love dissipating
For him, she is waiting
Too long,
Inside her haunted house.

The Same Key

Written By: Jill Trenholm

The Same Key
By Jill Trenholm

She held the same key
Opened this same door
Touched this same stair rail
Walked this same floor

He used that old wheelbarrow
Trimmed these same trees
Went down in this basement
His tools were all of these

She sat in this chair
Watched this same view
He sat there beside her
Watched with her too

Some things last forever
Like names in stone on a lawn
And memories become diamonds
When the lives and the things are gone

Read letters at this table
Where she wrote him in the war
Found them hidden in a candy box
He had given her years before

Their words told a story
Of lovers torn apart
Of hope and of anguish
Of never loosing heart

She stood at this sink
He drank from this cup
They danced in this kitchen
In this house filled with love

Some things last forever
Like names in stone on a lawn
And memories become diamonds
When the lives and the things are gone

I hold the same key
Open this same door
Touch this old stair rail
Walk this same floor

Bend

Written By: Jill Trenholm

You don’t have to knock you can come on in.
The door is not locked to you.
You have full access to everything you want
If you want it

You bend, I bend
We like this dance
You bend, I bend
For a chance

You win, I win… the prize is us
A new love tango we can dance

You give, I give…the gift is us
Steeped deep in romance

You don’t have to ask, you can take my hand,
Your touch is not lost on me
Lead me to the middle of the room
I will follow

You bend, I bend
We like this dance
You bend, I bend
For a chance

Longing

Written By: Jill Trenholm

So this is where my life has led me.
Independent as hell and free.
I’d love to be in love, but I can’t seem to find it
And love can’t seem to find me.

He’s out there living, right now breathing
Missing and wishing for me
We’re passing like ships through the grocery store
Or I’ve seen before on the street

Longing is a long word is a long night, a stoplight turned red
Longing is belonging to myself
And wanting to belong to someone else instead.

Love is a big beautiful bowl of water cool and clear
I take a big drink and write a new song
A love song I hope he will hear.

I find myself waiting and thinking about
Internet dating but I won’t check it out.
For romance, I guess I choose to believe
The universe simply will send him to me.

Looking Forward

Written By: Jill Trennholm

When the truth hit a ton of bricks fell
She went wishing for a way, searching for a well
In the fog of it all; in the tightening of this twist
She looked forward to looking back on all of this.

Once her mind was made up she knew her path would be hard,
So she polished her armor and shined up her sword.
She decided not to think of all the things she would miss
She looked forward to looking back on all of this

And the healing stars shone in the healing night sky
The earth rolled around another day.
The way she got through was one breath at a time
She kept breathing ‘til she was breathing fine.

Well, the battle was rugged. War ragged in her heart.
She often felt torn up and broken.
When she knew she wouldn’t sleep, she still turned out the light
And looked forward to looking back on the night.

And the healing stars shone in the healing night sky
The earth rolled around another day.
The way she got through was one breath at a time
She kept breathing ‘til she was breathing fine.

Some days were so long, she’d sigh and stare
But that’s what it took to get better
And when the worst of it was over, she looked back and she said:
“I’m looking forward… I’m looking forward.

Oregon

Written By: Jill Trenholm

When I was young I was bold and ready
So Left my folks and went to the city
Manhattan was cold and full of concrete
I was always broke and got tired of pounding the streets

So I left for love and went to Los Angeles
Got married and raised my babies in the sun
Seems like everyone else had the same idea
Soon it was too crowded for me with everyone

I have landed here in Oregon
I don’t mind the rain much at all
I can see clearly here in Oregon
Oregon was meant to be my home

When I left LA I went to the desert
In the Arizona sand I found some peace
Then my love life started melting
I realized the desert was burning me

So I headed north to Las Vegas
In the sparkling lights I wanted to sing
So I learned a lot of jazz standards
Vegas had no place for a singer songwriter like me

In the spring the trees bloom like fireworks
In the fall they turn the color of flames
I’m at home in the city or the mountains
On the beach I feel just the same.

Discography

Maryhill Pre Release EP 2007

"Spill The Girl" 2006 available at CDBaby & iTunes.

Set List

My sets are typically 45 minutes long. I can mix in covers, but I change them so they have a "Jill" flair!
I do a bluesy Stephen Still's "For What It's Worth" a slow, chunky, whispering version of James Brown's "I Got You" and Led Zepplin's "Whole Lotta Love" in my "Girlie Rockingchair" style that makes ears perk up and heads nod with that "I know this song" look.

ORIGINALS

Jack Jones
Half
Haunted House
Spill The Girl
Fish Out Of Water
Firefly
Snow Angels
The Sky Is Falling
Steve & Kristina
Miracle Of Molecules
Cry
Connecting
She Held The Same Key
Woman On Fire
This Burden Is A Bear
A Change Is Up
Goodbye Corrine
Rinsing Diamonds
Just A Book
You Left Me
Fall Into Love
West Of Plymouth
You Bet She'll Drop It
Background Girl
Bowling Ball
Physical Scar
Cold Sheets
I'm Alright, I'm Okay
Just Want To Sing
The Song Roger Loves
Love Takes Love

COVERS
Autumn Leaves
Chuck E's In Love
Come Away With Me
I Feel Good (I Got You)
Fields of Gold
Let