Wishing Chair

Wishing Chair

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Wishing Chair is a passionate mix of intelligent lyrics, spell-binding storytelling and breathtaking harmony over a full folk and roll sound. This gifted duo seduces the listener with soulful confessions, political broadside, and a wicked groove.

Biography

"Wishing Chair has a passion about the truth, about being emotionally available to tell it, and that for me, is the essence of folk music." Euan Bear

"Wishing Chair serves up a lively batch of original songs that follow on two of the oldest traditions of folk music: storytelling and political broadside..."
- Dirty Linen

With award-winning songwriting and musicianship, Wishing Chair, “never fails to create that exhilarating sense one gets when great melodies, strong harmonies, and superb execution come together,” says The Performing Songwriter Magazine. The 6th CD and latest offering from this roots/folk duo is no exception. Produced by Grammy nominated producer Mark Hallman, Underdog is “folk to the core,” (Lexington Herald-Leader) delivering a rich collection of stories and clear-eyed diatribes, outlaw weddings, love songs, and an anti-Bush klezmer tune for good measure.

Since 1995, the folk and soul partnership of multi-instrumentalist Miriam Davidson and songwriter Kiya Heartwood has delivered engaging performances, passionate activism, stirring harmonies and award winning songs.

They tour extensively, performing in venues ranging from The Bluebird Cafe in Nashville to Old Town School of Folk Music in Chicago, Uncle Calvin's in Dallas and Club Passim in Cambridge, and at festivals including the National Women's Music Festival, the Kerrville Folk Festival, the Clearwater Folk Festival, the South Florida Folk Festival and the Philadelphia Folk Festival.

HONORS INCLUDE:
2006 JP Folk Awards Winner Best New Folk CD for "Underdog"
2006 JP Folk Awards Winner Best Roots Song "Sue Mundy"
2006 JP Folk Awards Runner Up Best New Folk Song " Sidewalks"
2006 JP Folk Awards Nominee Best Americana Song " Calamity Jane"
2006 Finalist Kerrville Music to Life Political Songwriting Contest
Outmusic Finalist 2006 for Best Recording by Duo or Band and
Outmusic Finalist 2006 Outsong of the Year
Outmusic Finalist 2004 Best Recording by Duo or Band
Winner, OutMusic Best Recording Duo/Band 2003 Winner , Outmusic Best Songwriter 2003
Finalist Kerrville Public Domain Foundation Contest, 2003
Winner South Florida Folk Festival 2003
Best Overall Song
Winner South Florida Folk Festival 2003
Best Mellow Song
Runner Up , Northern California Songwriters Association 2003 Best Folk Song,
Finalist Falcon Ridge, Emerging Artist 2002
Best of 2002, This Way Out,
OutWords, Best of 2002
Winner, JP Folks, 2001/New Folk Song
JP Folks Best Folk Album Runner Up 2001

Lyrics

Underdog

Written By: Kiya Heartwood

Hiding out
Sleeping late
Howling at the moon
In the tall grass
Layin low
Knawing on my bone

You don’t like the way I talk
Much less what I say
I know you’d like to count me out
But every dog will have her day

I’m the underdog
Under
Dog

Now you might run a good dog down
And you might stack the deal
But you had better watch your step
You’re as lucky as you feel

I’m the underdog
Under
Dog

Time is like a broken glass
It’ll cut you down to size
That jagged edge cuts both ways
Now I’m a diamond in disquise

I’m the underdog
Underdog Underdog Underdog

Hiding out
Sleeping late
Howling at the moon
In the tall grass
Layin low
Knawing on my bone

Sidewalks

Written By: Kiya Heartwood

We slip on the sidewalk
these cracks in time
all the wishes we left behind
what can we hope for
will we find our way
I’m not saving any souls today

Flesh and blood, mud and bone
I just want to walk you home

First ones up and the last ones in
we fall down and get up again
like a holy fool
or some crazy saint
I’m drowning in visions
and mistakes

Flesh and blood, mud and bone
I just want to walk you home

Betrayals
moments left on file
boxed in hours
unspoken trials
concrete faces
the forgotten touch
how can we hurt
the ones we love so much

If they see I love you
let them walk on by
we’ll leave our laundry
on the line
forgive my resistance
my fear of you
God bless the child who loves this true

Flesh and blood, mud and bone
I just want to walk you home

Dishpan Brigade

Written By: Kiya Heartwood

( The Arnot Strike of 1900)

Old Mary Harris was five feet tall
Grey hair and eyes an Irish blue
She'd buried her husband and four little ones
Now the Union was all she knew
She'd stand up to any company gun
Where there was a fight she was home
And the breaker boys and the silk mill girls
Called her Mother Jones

J.P. Morgan owned the Drip Mouth Mine
He paid a $1.35 a day
12-14 hours, 6 days a week
That was the company way
Now anthracite coal is a hard, hard coal
It burns so clean and true
It burns off the dreams of a miner’s soul
And the blood of the UMW

Oh Mother cried out shame, shame, shame
We've nothing to lose but our chains
Many a miner’s life’s been saved
By a Dishpan Brigade

The strikers held out for 4 long months
Hard bread and coffee everyday
Between the scabs and the guns
And the Pinkertons
Their courage was slipping away
So the Union called in Mother Jones
She said,"Will you be slaves or be men?"
Then she told all the women to meet up at dawn,
“And we'll go to the lion’s den.”

So the women marched to that Drip Mouth Mine
With their dishpans mops and brooms
And the sheriff said, "Now you go back home
I'm afraid you'll upset the mules."
But an angry woman knocked the sheriff down
She said "to hell with the mules and with you"
Then they chased those scabs all the way back to town
And that strike was almost through

CHORUS

The women kept watch every night
With their babies in their arms
And the Union won the Arnot strike and not a soul was harmed
And Mother traveled another thirty years
Where there was a fight she was home
And the breaker boys and the silk mill girls called her Mother Jones

Boston

Written By: Kiya Heartwood

Em
Walk the streets
D
Wet cobblestones
C Em
Headphones hood up all alone
Em D
A river wind cuts to the bone
C D
My hands deep in my pockets
Em D
I feel the tears rush to my eyes
C Em
I’ll call this rain my alibi
Em Am
The cars and trucks go rumbling by
C D
This puddle dodging prophet

CHORUS:
G D Am
These streets are not my home
C Em
No matter where I roam
C
All I know
G D
Is love is all that matters
G D Am
I’m looking for a place
C Em
True love, a state of grace
C
Heavens face
G D
If you see a God then ask her

Pigeons roost then fly away
From stoned carved heroes yesterday
Who sternly watch as if to say
So you think you can do better
Temperatures and oceans rise
From profits built on wars and lies
These crackerjacks they take the prize
In a world not spinning faster

These streets are not my home
No matter where I roam
All I know
Is love is all that matters
I’m looking for a place
True love a state of grace
Heavens face
If you see a God then ask her

Bridge Am/Am/Em/Em7/C/Em/ Am/G/D/D/D/D Solo over verse back to a chorus

These streets are not my home
No matter where I roam
All I know
Is love is all that matters
I’m looking for a place
True love a state of grace
Heavens face
If you see a God then ask her

I stare into this mystery
where patriots were spilling tea
while manikins pose silently
And wait for inspiration
I turn my face into this wind
I turn my love into a friend
Asking to begin again
And start a revolution

These streets are not my home
No matter where I roam
All I know
Is love is all that matters
I’m looking for a place
True love a state of grace
Heavens face
If you see a God then ask her

This House

Written By: Kiya Heartwood and Kevin Dukes

THIS HOUSE

STANDING IN THESE NEW PLOWED FIELDS
MUD UP TO MY KNEES
EVERYBODY'S GOT THEIR WORDS TO SAY
BU I'LL DO JUST AS I PLEASE
I'VE KNOWN MANY ARCHITECTS AND I'VE BENT TO THEIR DESIGNS
BUT NOW I'M HOPEFUL AS A NEWLYWED
AND I'LL CALL THE PLACE AND TIME

THIS HOUSE IS BUILT OF OAK AND STONE
HERE I'LL MAKE MY STAND
IF YOU WANT TO KNOW ME
YOU'LL HAVE TO TAKE ME AS I AM

MY LIFE'S A WAR OF SMALL TALK
AND I HATE TO PRETEND
HOW CAN I WEED BETWEEN SUCH VOLUNTARY FRIENDS
MY CLOTHES SMELL ALL OF CIGARETTES, GASOLINE AND BEER
SLIPPING THROUGH THE HANDS OF STRANGERS
I FIND MY WAY BACK HERE

CHORUS

THERES SO MUCH HERE TO REALIZE
COLD WATER TO MY FACE
I BOW TO TIE MY SNEAKERS
AND BURN MY BOOK OF SAINTS

WHEN WE WERE KIDS WE USED TO TALK
OF STAYING TOUGH AND TRUE
THROUGHTHE YEARS THE WORDS HELD UP
I TRUST THE BEST OF ME TO YOU

CHORUS

Beautiful Soul

Written By: Kiya Heartwood

I want to decipher the language you speak
Touches so sweet in the dark
Teach me to love you
Show me the way
To open the door of your heart
Feed me your magic
Naked and wise
Speaking in kisses
The song of your eyes

I'm calling out your name
Call it like a prayer
My beautiful, beautiful soul
We will never tame all the wildness there
My beautiful, beautiful soul

Chorus

The curve of your shoulders
Your lips on my neck
Slowly we two become one
Blossoming petals
The salt taste of sea
Higher and higher and higher
Higher my love

Chorus

Sleeping so softly in white cotton sheets
Deep in this madness of stars
Tears for the holy joy of this dream
The miracle spirit that you are

Chorus

Discography

DISCOGRAPHY:
Folk and Roll (Live) 2007
Underdog 2005
Dishpan Brigade 2003 (Wishing Chair and Kara Barnard)
Crow 2002
The Ghost of Will Harbut 2000
Undisputed Country 1998
Singing with the Red Wolves 1995

Set List

A typical WC show is two, 50 minute sets featuring 20-25 original songs from any of their 7 CD's and appropriate traditional and other relevant roots material.