Tanya Winch

Tanya Winch

BandAmericanaAcoustic

Spunky, sassy lyrics sent through yummy vocals accompanied by an acoustic and electric guitar. Tanya & Matt are a party in a can. Tellin' saucy jokes and ridiculous stories with twelve guitar strings and greasy fingers.

Biography

You may not know me or Matt yet, but I can promise you a few things:
1) we have a blast and tell dirty jokes
2) we smell really good
3) we are remarkably good huggers
4) we don’t drink you under the bar (though we will drink with you under the bar)
5) and we’re better than your average National Anthem singers.

In fact, we’re bad ass.
We play a straight forward acoustic Americana set with a shot of blues and slice of jazz thrown in for flavor. Almost everywhere we go, someone asks for “Me ‘n Bobby McGee”. We won’t do it. It would be sacrilege.

Back-story (which is mostly about Tanya since we’re playin’ her songs): She used to be a contender. She used to be really young and precocious. Was a lead singer of the kooky indie band, Crazy Cat George. Played regular shows everywhere from House of Blues’ to nudist colonies in Santa Monica. Sold 10’s of thousands of CDs (which, unbelievably, still sell on CD Baby), placed material on multiple cable shows (love those BMI checks), won all kinds of LA accolades and were chosen to represent Corona Beer’s SoundWaves National Radio Ad campaign for both of the years it aired. And just like that, everyone grew up and started having kids … except Tanya. Caput. Done. She went a little nutty with boredom. Took a songwriting class and met a wonderful new cast of characters. Started singing back-up for everyone and their sisters. Even got a shot at BG’s on Jay Leno supporting Grammy winner, Shelby Lynne. Had to get out of LA. Moved to Texas. Met her long lost cousin, Matt Giles. Weird. That man knows every corner of a fret board so intimately that it makes you laugh out loud and shout ‘AMEN’. He’s played with all the Austin ladies that are worth a lickin’ (Marcia Ball, Toni Price, etc.).

Now we’re sittin’ in and playing out. Can’t help for bein’ all sassy and frank; in other words, a handful of firecrackers. Smoke it out, y’all!

Lyrics

On A Bar Stool

Written By: word & music: T Winch/S Secombe

ON A BAR STOOL
Words and Music: T Winch/S Secombe © 2009

He finally admits to himself
He’s been wandering
Loneliness hangs like a rope
Around his neck

Chorus:
He’s a stranger in this town
Everybody turns around just to look at him
He doesn’t mind it
Until he sees the question in their eyes
Anybody know this guy?
He kinda talks funny (2x’s)
Once again he’s left
With beer on his breath
A man on a bar stool

She finally admits to herself
She’s no phenomenon
Loneliness – a weight upon her chest
But she’s not yet desperate

Chorus:
She’s a stranger in this town
Everybody turns around just to look at her
She doesn’t like it
Not when she sees the answer in their eyes
Not bad – not worth the try
She kinda talks funny (2x’s)
Once again she’s left
With beer on her breath
A woman on a bar stool

Bridge:
When you gonna realize home is where you go
No need to look real high – no need to go too low
Where your seat it knows the chair
When your feet they know the road
You’re right here – you’re right here at home

Chorus:
They’re not strangers in this town
Everybody turns around just to look at them
They don’t mind it
Conversation flows like wine
Steady losing track of time
Keep ‘em comin’, honey
She laughs ‘cause he talks funny
Once again they’re left
With beer on their breath
Sitting together on a bar stool

Free

Written By: words & music: T Winch/A Fransson

FREE
Lyrics: T. Winch Music: T. Winch, A. Fransson

I can walk twenty miles for ten days straight
Do a dance to make the moon come full again
I’ll shiver your timbers
I can heat the cool of a spring fed lake
With a “Hot damn!” “That’s right” skinny-dip shake
I’m drippin’ hot embers

Pre-chorus:
You see, I’m not that kind that’ll sign away my life on the dotted line

CHORUS:
‘Cause I’m free
Say you want to sell my soul?
I’m free.
The only thing that I know is
Wild, I may be but the smile in my eyes is real
You can’t buy this woman I’m free

You can turn your head; you can cover one eye,
But you can’t stop lookin’, you can’t deny
I kick around in your belly.
So, if you want dry toast, don’t order here
‘Cause I’ll grease your spoon with my saucy fare
I’m an all night deli

BRIDGE:
Stick a foot in my path
Think that I can’t pass?
Think again, ‘cause I can jump real high.
You wanna take me on
Well, come on. Come on.
But, I’m tough. I’ll wrestle all night long.

Cowboys Are My Weakness

Written By: Tanya Winch - Anders Fransson

Verse 1
Break down on the highway
Cowboys will help you when you're stuck
And offer to buy you coffee at the next truck stop
I like cowboys
They've got bench seats in their trucks
When they call me "darlin'"
It makes me want to fire it up and take me home boy
Fire it up and take me home boy
CHORUS
Cowboys are my weakness
Outlaws and Speakeasies
Tonight I'm gonna dance
Gonna break hearts, turn heads
Cowboys are my weakness
Saterdays I sleep in
Momma calls "girl you livin' right"
I say, "yes, Ma'am on Friday night."
Verse 2
Double dare you to watch 'em
Jump to the river from a 20 foot rock
Drippin' wet with pride and big man strut
I like cowboys
They've got hands that can build a house or turn me inside out
It makes me wanna
Fire it up and take me home boy
Fire it up and take me home boy
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I like the way they walk; all loose leg strut in a pair of tight jeans
I like the way they talk; their cowboy drawl they say what they mean
I like the way they touch. They grab the reins when they handle wild things
I'm not saying I could marry one but in the mean time they're a ton of fun.
CHORUS

Cowboys Are My Weakness

Written By: Tanya Winch

Breakdown on the highway
Cowboys will help you when you're stuck
And offer to buy you coffee at the next truck stop
I like cowboys
They've got bench seats in their trucks
And when they call me darlin' it makes me wanna
Fire it up and take me home, boy
Fire it up and take me home, boy
Chorus:
Cowboys are my weakness
Outlaws and speakeasies
Tonight I'm gonna dance
Gonna break hearts, turn heads
Cowboys are my weakness
Saturdays I sleep in
Momma calls, "Girl, ya livin'right?"
I say: "Yes ma'am, on Friday nights."
Double dare you to watch them
Jump to the river from a 20 foot rock
Dripping wet with pride and a big man strut
I like cowboys
They've got hands that can build a house
Or turn you inside out
It makes me wanna
Fire it up and take me home, boy
Fire it up and take me home, boy
Chorus
I like the way they touch
They grab the reins when they handle wild things
I'm not saying I'll marry one
In the mean time, they're a ton of fun
Chorus

Free

Written By: Tanya Winch

I can walk 20 miles for 10 days straight
Do a dance that makes the moon come full again
I'll shiver your timbers
I can heat the cool of a spring fed lake
With a hot damn, that's right, skinny dip shake
I'm drippin hot embers
So you see I'm not that kind
That will sign away my life on the dotted line
Chorus:
'Cause I'm free
Say you want to sell my soul
I'm free
Only thing that I know is that
Wild I may be but
The smile in my eyes is real
You can't buy this woman
I'm free
You can turn your head
You can cover one eye
But you can't stop looking
You can't deny
I kick around in your belly
If you want dry toast
Don't order here
I'll grease your spoon with my saucy fair
I'm an all night deli
Chorus:
Stick a foot in my path
Think that I can't pass?
Think again. I can jump real high
You wanna take me on
Well, come on, come on
I'm tough. I'll wrestle all night long
Chorus

Waiting On The Green

Written By: Tanya Winch

Waiting on the Green
Words & music: © Tanya Winch 2009

Please, please don’t get sick
I just washed my car
Tell me if you’re feelin’ really bad
I’ll pull over. You lean out.
Yea, I’ll stop for food
There’s a burger place not far
We both know what a mess you are
When you mix your beer and pot
You do this every Feb 26th
It’s three years since she left
There’s only one reason I agree to pick you up...

Chorus:
I remember who you used to be
I remember who you could’ve been
I’ve known you since way back when and
Watched the slow, sad, decent into half that man
Into half that man

No, I don’t want a kiss
I don’t really want a hug
The truth is my friend,
I can barely shake your hand
You say you’ve moved on, moved on.
I’d say it’s more like,
You’ve checked yourself out.
All I smell is smoke and air
Curling round like a ghost
Clinging to the ramshackle bones of what once was

Chorus

We know how the saying goes
The Lord helps those who help themselves
Can’t just say your affirmations
And wait ‘til messiah comes
It all seemed so simple then
Back when we had time to spare
Aren’t we a pretty pair at this red light
Waiting on the green
Waiting on the green

Chorus

Riding With the Top Down

Written By: Tanya Winch

Riding With the Top Down
Words and music: © Tanya Winch 2009

Boxed up all your truth and locked it
High up in your closet
Now you can’t recall which box you put it in
Pouting, shoulders hunched
I doubt it will get you anywhere
Unless you open up and start to dig
You’re like a man that keeps his car garaged
He’s scared to take a drive
Even though that’s when he feels alive

CHORUS
Spinning ahead, catching a curve
As the world flies by
Riding with the top down
Beat of your heart thumpin’ out loud
Smiling three yards wide
Riding with the top down

Throw on something that you know
It’s ugly and it shows he familiar and the false
But you think it looks better
Trusting that sorry scraps of something
Are warmer than your loving
It’s sad we can be bare when we stand together
But, you’re like a man that buffs his car to shine
Afraid to take a drive
Even though that’s when he feels alive

CHORUS
Spinning ahead, catching a curve
As the world flies by
Riding with the top down
Beat of your heart thumpin’ out loud
Smiling three yards wide
Riding with the top down

You want to touch your fingers to the stars
Find a way to climb out your backyard
You want to know a love that is real
I know you got it in you, I’ve seen you at the wheel

CHORUS

This Time

Written By: Tanya Winch

This Time
Words and music: © Tanya Winch 2009

Put a hundred dollar bet on it
Once or twice
Read 50 damn books on it
I’ve ‘bout gone blind
Been smoked - Been fooled - Every angle analyzed
Couched and schooled til I half bent my mind
Wore a pretty red dress for it
Thought I looked good
Called and left a message for it
I’ve knocked on wood
Cursed it - Swore it - Banged my head till it bled
And maybe I’m foolish to believe
In something that can not be seen
But when the call of love comes and creeps up on me

CHORUS
Gonna get it right
This time
Gonna get it right
Gonna get it right this time

I’ve been hot and cold for it
Done things I regret
Banged dishes and doors for it
I’ve been out of my head
Cursed it - Swore it - Stayed longer than was wise
Three hearts in the mix there’s one heart divides
Put another coat of paint on it
Touched it too soon
I’ve dyed, rolled and blown for it
I’ve waxed myself smooth
Left for it - Stayed for it - Believe in it - I pray for it
Maybe I’m foolish to believe
In something that can not be seen
When the call of love comes and creeps up on me
CHORUS
Gonna get it right
This Time
Gonna get it right
Gonna get it right this time

I’ll whisper it
I’ll praise it
I’ll wink my left eye
I’ll mark it
I’ll claim it
I cross my heart hope to die
I’ll strip it down naked
Shout an AMEN!
I’ll walk this path of lonely until then
Dig this tunnel ‘til the tunnel has an end
When the touch of love comes and shivers my skin
CHORUS
Gonna get it right
This Time
Gonna get it right
Gonna get it right this time

Discography

Winch - Lifter
Tanya Winch - Crooked Conversations
Tanya Winch - Panties in a Panic (April 09)

Set List

We play a regular Sunday afternoon 3 hour original set but can tighten it down to a 45 minute set if needed.
We play 5 cover songs: 29 Ways (Willie Dixon), 3 More Days (Ray LaMontagne), If You're Goin' Thru Hell (Rodney Atkins), Hole In My Pocket (Teri Hendricks) and Nothing But the Water (Grace Potter). All of our other songs are original.
Cowboys Are My Weakness
Smoke It Out
Riding With the Top Down
Better Day
Pull You In
He's Getting Ready
Free
This Time
Roll Me Home
Fat Lady
Truth of the Matter
On A Bar Stool
Low Down
etc.