Lisa Hake

Lisa Hake

 Blackrock, Leinster, IRL
BandPopFolk

Surrealistic story songs involving Tarot cards, worry dolls, and the Theory of Relativity...hypnotic acoustic guitar paired with sexy double-bass...Nick Drake reincarnated as a woman this time around. “Music that'll seep deep into the veins given half a chance.” Irish Times

Biography

Lisa Hake is a singer-songwriter-guitarist whose home is Dundalk, County Louth. She hails from the wine country hills of Northern California and before that, the coal mining mountains of West Virginia.

Hake has been “captivating audiences around the country with her mellifluous voice, soft melodies and introspective stories” reports O2 Making Waves. In the US, a DJ from Virginia described Hake as having “a voice like a young Emmylou Harris and fresh rootsy-rhythmic arrangements that …recall recent Iron & Wine.” Rootstime calls her "a female Neil Young."

During the past three years in Ireland, Hake has recorded two albums: Her debut, Tree Over Sea, was “a fine pop album that evokes the sounds of Fleetwood Mac and Steely Dan in more or less equal parts” according to Sarah McQuaid of the Evening Herald. Her second, Wind Under Wood, has just been released and early thoughts from Jackie Hayden of Hot Press call it a “fine showcase for her introspective soft-rock approach, oozing confidence and panache…with mellow ‘60’s overtones… straddling a number of genres, from folk to indie rock, without ever falling over.”

US College Radio Campaign for Tree Over Sea: Peak # 13 on CMJ Top 200 Chart; 155 Adds

Awards: International Folk Alliance Conference Performance Alley Showcase Artist (2011); Winner Folk Category West Coast Songwriters International Song Contest (2009); Runner-Up Belfast Nashville International Songwriting Competition (2009); Honorable Mention Mike Pinder's Songwars (2009); 15th Annual Billboard Songwriting Contest Honorable Mention (2008); UK Songwriting Contest Semi-Finalist (2008); Clonmel Song Contest Judges Distinction (2008)

David J. Leonatti - Nightsounds Host
Picked Jackie Greene , Vance Gilbert, The Weepies, Fleet Foxes, Dar Williams, Lizz Wright, and
Lisa Hake for his Best Albums of 2008.
He describes “Tree Over Sea” as “Beautiful guitar and singing from Dublin-based Hake. Lithe arrangements, simple, supple melodies, and taught pop arrangements.”

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Lyrics

Foxglove

Written By: Lisa Hake

Foxglove

I dream about a man who rides a silver stallion in a storm
Thunder from the hoof beats getting closer makes my face flush warm
I run after him
He gives his horse the reins
No matter how I try
The distance remains

Tell me foxglove won’t poison my heart
And oceans won’t keep us apart
Tell me number thirteen’s lucky, tell me green is blue
Tell me I’m the only one for you

Wind unwinds his braid and tattoos dance the length of both his arms
Rain runs down his back caressing muscles hidden in the dark
I call out to him
He doesn’t hear my voice
No matter how I cry
The hills are his choice

Tell me foxglove won’t poison my heart
And oceans won’t keep us apart
Tell me number thirteen’s lucky, tell me green is blue
Tell me I’m the only one for you

I always dream of the dangerous type
Who doesn’t do me any good
I always tell myself he’ll come around
Maybe it’s time I should

I dream a different dream, the horse is white, the sky is filled with sun
He gallops up to ask if I would like to join him on a run
I hold out my hand
He lifts me in the air
Carefully he slides
A rose in my hair

I know foxglove will poison my heart
And oceans will keep us apart
I know thirteen’s not my charm and green is not my hue
I know I am not the one for you

Copyright © 2006 Lisa E. Hake – All Rights Reserved

The Magic Blue Bottle From Sidhe

Written By: Lisa Hake

This is how I set it up
So she would find
A special gift that day
A lonely cat with seven toes
Died in a ditch
She stopped to dig its grave
Six feet down her spade
Hit me
I’m the magic blue bottle from Sidhe

When the shovel made a chime
She pulled me out
Shined me with her shawl
“I know I don’t look like much
But peek inside
Soon the same rain will fall
Just like a crystal ball
You’ll see
I’m the magic blue bottle from Sidhe

No one will explain it
But they’ll have a need
To know exactly what
You see in me
Fairies give nothing to those with crossed arms
I’m the magic blue bottle from Sidhe”

People came from all around
And with each cure
Her reputation grew
She could tell who stole your lamb
Who stole your love
All she had to do
Was gaze into the blue
Of me
I’m the magic blue bottle from Sidhe

No one could explain it
But everyone had a need
To know exactly what
She saw in me
The mind carves a chasm the heart builds a bridge
I’m the magic blue bottle from Sidhe

Father Andrew threatened folks
Don’t visit her
The healing’s not from God
I showed her what he would do
The burning flames
She said “my final job
Is to save you from his mob
Go free
My magic blue bottle from Sidhe”

Next I was flying, then I splashed down at sea

No one can explain it
But everyone has the need
To tell the tales of what
She saw in me
I wait for another who’s pure of intent
I’m the magic blue bottle from Sidhe

Copyright © 2006 Lisa E. Hake – All Rights Reserved

Riddle

Written By: Lisa Hake

Tell me what a mortal man loves more than his life
Tell me what everyone hates more than to die

What the poor possess and what the rich require
What the man contented would desire

Tell me what the miser spends and what the spendthrift saves
Tell me what everyone will carry to their grave

What the poor possess and what the rich require
What the man contented would desire

The answer is plain to see
Nothing

I’ll tell you what this ring is worth and all my memories
I’ll tell you what would make it right and what you mean to me

What more than truth does trust require
What the woman cherished would desire

The answer is plain to see
Nothing

Logging Saw

Written By: Lisa Hake

Ride on through the tunnel you
Carved in my heart
Any size car can drive
Under my arch
Since I am the final tree I refuse to die

My rings will show I’ve lived to know
Both Christ and Charlemagne
I’m taller than the one who stands
With liberty as her name
Since I am the final tree I refuse to die

Bring on the winter wind, I won’t lose a leaf
Bring on the summer drought, I will wait to eat
I will never give up and leave my river bed
Go ahead, bring on the logging saw, I won’t bow my head

Lumbermen way back when
Tried to cut me down
But a woman climbed up my spine
She spent years off the ground
Since she would give her life I refuse to die

Bring on the autumn fire, I won’t break a sweat
Bring on the springtime flood, I will hold my breath
I will never give up and leave my river bed
Go ahead, bring on the logging saw, I won’t bow my head

A shiver shoots down my roots
As one by one we fall
Our circle’s gone but I hang on
Standing for us all
Since I am the final tree I refuse to die

Bring on the winter wind, I won’t lose a leaf
Bring on the summer drought, I will wait to eat
I will never give up and leave my river bed
Go ahead, bring on the logging saw, I won’t bow my head

Copyright © 2007 Lisa E. Hake – All Rights Reserved

My Fisherman's Tear

Written By: Lisa Hake

My Fisherman’s Tear

I’m a starving skeleton, undersea
Waiting like a sunken chest, patiently
Somersaults in sand for a thousand years
I will be revived by a fisherman’s tear

I have taken many hooks to the top
When they see the tangled mess they have caught
They toss me overboard, wild-eyed with fear
I will know it’s you by the fisherman’s tear

So slow, so slowly you’ll reach out to pull in my line
So swift, so swiftly I’ll fill out with love and be fine

We will sleep in fishing nets beneath the moon
Dance upon the wooden decks of your ballroom
I won’t need champagne or a gondolier
I will quench my thirst with my fisherman’s tear

Copyright © 2008 Lisa E. Hake – All Rights Reserved

Worry Doll

Written By: Lisa Hake

Worry Doll

She’s nothin’ very showy, a handmade toy
Who stands one inch in height
Made from bits of cloth, her bed is a box
Below your pillow at night

I found her in your pocket, you couldn’t sweet talk it
I knew you were in love
It came as such a blow, what I need to know
Is why I’m not enough

Talk to me in the dark, tell me what made life hard
I will take it away
I know you’re aching so and you need a soft place to fall
Let me be your worry doll

Nothin’ that you say, could drive me away
I stand firmly by you
Made of flesh and bone, a better touchstone
I am constant and true

Talk to me in the dark, tell me what made life hard
I will take it away
I know you’re aching so and you need a soft place to fall
Let me be your worry doll

© Lisa E. Hake – Tempo River Tunes

Old Enough To Know

Written By: Lisa Hake

He thinks he’s a man but he’s only a child
He rakes up the leaves then jumps in the pile
Lives in the clouds but still needs a stool to reach the sink

He speaks like a sage but can’t spell his name
He cries when he’s hurt then shows no shame
Plays with a sword but still lets his sister paint him pink

Don’t let him ask why Santa wears
Boots identical to Daddy’s pair
He writes letters to the North Pole
I’ll tell him when he’s old enough to know

When he’s heard every tale I can create
When he’s seen every shape the clouds can make
Caught every fish in the deep blue sea
Maybe then

Don’t let him ask why people die
Why they cheat and steal, why they lie
He still believes in hearts of gold
I’ll tell him when he’s old enough to know

He thinks he’s a man but he’s only a child
He rakes up the leaves then jumps in the pile
Lives in the clouds but still needs a stool to reach the sink

When he’s tried every ice cream cone
When he’s thrown every single stone
Maybe then he’ll be old enough to know

© Lisa E. Hake/TEMPO RIVER TUNES – All Rights Reserved

Which Wind

Written By: Lisa Hake

Lion roar
Nettle sting
Oil of musk
Royal king
I rip your sail
Mighty northern gale

Kitten purr
Soft caress
Potpourri
Seductress
I soothe your skin
Tender southern wind

Which wind is it that blows in me?
What am I to expect?
Which wind is it that prevailed when I took my first breath?
North, south, east, or west?

Coyote call
Woolen itch
Frankincense
Alchemist
I steal your hat
Sneaky eastern draft

Banshee moan
Graveyard chill
Musty book
Oracle
I stir tea leaves
Ancient western breeze

Which wind is it that blows in me?
What am I to expect?
Which wind is it that prevailed when I took my first breath?
North, south, east, or west?

Oh the chaos, it would end if I could only stop the wind
Oh the center, I would find if I could only stop my mind
If the wrinkles left the lake I could see my own face
If the chatter left the chimes I could hear my own sigh

Which wind is it that blows in me?
What am I to expect?
Which wind is it that prevailed when I took my first breath?
North, south, east, or west?

© Lisa E. Hake – Tempo River Tunes

Relativity

Written By: Lisa Hake

I loved you like the ancient soul mate of a redwood
I thought that we’d last for at least a thousand years
I saw our life unfold from new moon to crescent
And the sun sprint across the sphere

We were both riding, on the same light beam
Traveling at different speeds
With a watch in your hand wishing time would pass
It barely crept along
With my head in your lap thinking time would last
I was wrong

You loved me like the vernal soul mate of a mayfly
Born in the springtime you knew nothing of the fall
You saw the moon as having only the one face
And the sun never move at all

We were both riding, on the same light beam
Traveling at different speeds
With a watch in your hand wishing time would pass
It barely crept along
With my head in your lap thinking time would last
I was wrong

It took no time to grow apart
A relative shift of heart

I loved you like the ancient soul mate of a redwood

© Lisa E. Hake – Tempo River Tunes

Tarot Cards

Written By: Lisa Hake

Guide me down the path
Guide me down into the valley of travelers
To pick my parents and after
To be born

Help me through the maze
Help me navigate the twisting and turning
All the lessons I’m learning
On my course

Mother hold my hand
We’ll walk through this land
These are the cards
This is the journey
These are the steps of life

Hang my ankle up
Hang my body upside down from the oak tree
Watch the lake rise to drown me
Out of sight

Chain me to my demon
Chain me up inside his room in the tower
Lock me there ‘til the hour
Lightning strikes

Father wave goodbye
I know we’ll both cry
These are the cards
This is the journey
These are the tears of life

Float me on the tide
Float me out onto the sea far from dark fear
I’ve forgotten my nightmare
And the storm

Pry my eyes open
Pry the nails from the lid on my coffin
So I can climb up the mountain
And start once more

Lover plant a rose
Where we used to go
These are the cards
This is the journey
These are the seeds of life

© 2008 Lisa E. Hake – Tempo River Tunes

Discography

"Tree Over Sea" Irish release 2007; US release 2008.

"Wind Under Wood" Irish release 2009.

Publishing catalog with: TempoRiverTunes.

Set List

Riddle
Man-Made
Foxglove
The Magic Blue Botle From Sidhe
I Am
Faint of Heart
In Limbo
Logging Saw
Lovely Lorely
How Lucky I Am
The Widow Who Waits By The Sea
Love Is What's Left
Tarot Cards
Which Wind
Old Enough
Father Sky
Relativity
Three Sisters
Saturday Night Special
Pure As The Driven Snow
Last Boat Out
Gold Dust Kid
Love Is Not
Worry Doll
Slainte Mhaith
Fisherman's Tear