Beware Of Young Girls: The Songs Of Dory Previn

by Kate Dimbleby and Naadia Sheriff

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THE SUNDAY TIMES - REVIEW, 13 MAY 2012:

"Hard to believe that Dory Previn was 86 when she died earlier this year: some of us still think of her as a curly-permed 1970s singer-songwriter.

Our own Kate Dimbleby — a free spirit who dabbles in every shade of jazz, blues and pop — revisits her legacy against the backdrop of Naadia Sheriff’s understated piano.

Her ultra-intelligent choices range from 20 Mile Zone, a droll portrait of a woman on the edge, to the almost painfully vulnerable The Lady with the Braid. Dimbleby is a terrific interpreter of female nonconformists — her stage portrait of Peggy Lee was a cult hit.

If her Dory P is quieter, it is no less atmospheric."

Clive Davis

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ABOUT THE ALBUM:
A collaboration between Kate Dimbleby ('undoubtedly one of Britain’s finest female Jazz singers.' Broadway World) and Naadia Sheriff ("Dazzling pianist” The Times) exploring the extraordinary songbook of cult favourite Dory Previn, the queen of 70's confessional songwriters who died on Valentine’s Day this year, 40 years after the release of her most successful album Mythical Kings and Iguanas.

Previn, who was married to composer André Previn until he left her for Mia Farrow, used her extraordinary tragic life story as material for her often hilarious, touching and musically brilliant songs.

In 2010, Kate performed Dory Previn’s most famous song “Lady with the Braid” every night for five weeks as part of her live show at the New End Theatre in Hampstead. The song and Kate’s version of it got such a reaction that she decided to explore Previn’s work further.

“Beware of Young Girls” is the result. A unique collaboration between Kate and pianist Naadia Sheriff. Dory’s songs explore themes of sexuality, therapy and religion with humour and raw honesty. To this Kate and Naadia bring their own musicianship, experience and personality.

'One of the most versatile singers on the jazz-blues circuit.' The Times

'A shimmering vocal versatility...Kate has the musical talent and jewel-eyed confidence to guarantee an audience a good time' London Evening Standard

'I think I’m in love… It was said about Fred and Ginger, "She gave him sex and he gave her class." Well, Kate Dimbleby has both already and it is a killer combination.' The Scotsman

'Dimbleby is an impressive and talented vocalist, formed both of strong technique and instinctive understanding... There are moments of great depth too, particularly with Dory Previn’s painful The Lady with the Braid' The Stage

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released 07 January 2013
Vocals: Kate Dimbleby and Naadia Sheriff
Piano, Accordion, Organ and Percussion : Naadia Sheriff

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Track Name: The Lady With The Braid
would you care to stay till sunrise
it's completely your decision
it's just that going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
going home is such a low and lonely ride

would you hang your denim jacket
near the poster by picasso
do you sleep on the left side or the right
would you mind if i leave on the light
would you mind if it isn't too bright
now i need the window open
so if you happen to get chilly
there's this coverlet my cousin hand crocheted
do you mind if the edges are frayed
would you like to unfasten my braid

shall i make you in the morning
as cup of instant coffee
i will sweeten it with honey and with cream
when you sleep
do you have dreams?
you can read the early paper
and i can watch you while you shave
oh god the mirror's cracked
when you leave
will you come back?
you don't have to answer that at all
the bathroom door is just across the hall
you'll find an extra towel on the rack
on the paisley patterned papered wall
there's a comb on the shelf
i papered that wall myself
that wall
myself

would you care to stay till sunrise
it's completely your decision
it's just the night cuts through me like a knife
would you care to stay awhile and save my life?
would you care to stay awhile and save my life?
i don't know what made me say that
i've got this funny sense of humor
you know i could not be downhearted it i tried
it's just that going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
isn't going home is such a low and lonely ride?
Track Name: Mary C Brown and the Hollywood Sign
you know the hollywood sign
that stands in the hollywood hills
i don't think the christ of the andes
ever blessed so many ills
the hollywood sign seems to smile
like it's constantly saying "cheese"
i doubt if the statue of liberty
ever welcomed more refugees

give me your poor
your tired your pimps
you carhops your cowboys
your midgets your chimps
give me your freaks
your whores your harlots
your flunkies your junkies
give me your starlets

mary cecilia brown
rode to town on a malibu bus
she climbed to the top
of the hollywood sign
and with the smallest possible fuss
she jumped off the letter "h"
'cause she did not become a star
she died in less than a minute and a half
she looked a bit like hedy lamarr

sometimes i have this dream
when the time comes for me to go
i will climb that hill
and i'll hang myself
from the second or third letter "o"

when mary cecilia jumped
she finally made the grade
her name was in the obituary column
of both the daily trades

i hope the hollywood sign
cries for the town it touches
the lady of lourdes in her grotto
saw fewer cripples and crutches

give me your poor
your maladjusted
your sick and your beat
and your sad and your busted
give me your has-beens
give me your twisted
your loners your losers
give me your black-listed

you know the hollywood sign
the witness to our confusion
a symbol of dreams
turns out to be
a sign
of disillusion.
Track Name: 20 Mile Zone
I was riding in my car

Screaming at the night

Screaming at the dark

Screaming at fright

I wasn't doing nothing

Just drive about

Screaming at the dark

Letting it out

That's all I was doing

Just letting it out



Well along comes a motorcycle

Very much to my surprise

I said officer was I speeding

I couldn't see his eyes

He said no you weren't speeding

And he felt where his gun was hung

He said lady you were screaming

At the top of your lung

And you were

Doing it along

You were doing it alone

You were screaming in your car

In a twenty-mile zone

You were doing it alone

You were doing it alone

You were screaming



I said I'll roll up all my windows

Don't want to disturb the peace

I'm just a creature

Who is looking

For a little release

I said

And what's so wrong with screaming

Don't you do it at your games

When the quarterback

Breaks an elbow

When the boxer beats and maims

But you were

Doing it alone

You were doing it alone

You were screaming in your car

In a twenty-mile zone

You were doing it alone

You were doing it alone

You were screaming



I said animals roar

When they feel like

Why can't we do that too

Instead of screaming

Banzai baby

In the war in the human zoo



He said I got to take you in now

Follow me right behind

And let's have no more screaming

Like you're out of your mind

So he climbed aboard his cycle

And his red-eyed headlight beamed

And his motor started spinning

And his siren screamed



He was doing it alone

He was doing it alone

He was screaming on his bike

In a twenty-mile zone

He was doing it alone

He was doing it alone

He was screaming

I was doing it alone

I was doing it alone

I was screaming in my car

In a twenty-mile zone

I was doing it alone

I was doing it alone

I was screaming

We were doing it together

We were doing it together

We were screaming at the dark

In a twenty-mile zone

We were doing it together

We were doing it together

We were screaming

We were doing it together

We were doing it

Together

Alone

In a twenty-mile zone
Track Name: With My Daddy In The Attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
That is where
My being wants to bed
With the
Mattress ticking showing
And the tattered pillow slip
And the pine
Unpainted rafters overhead
With the
Door closed on my mama
And my sibling competition
And my Shirley Temple doll
That truly cries
And my essay on religion
With the pasted paper stare
Proving tangibly
I’d won the second prize
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
That is where
My dark attraction lies
With his
Madness on the nightstand
Placed beside
His loaded gun
In the terrifying nearness
Of his eyes
With no
Window spying neighbours
And no
Husbands in the future
To intrude
Upon our attic
Past the stair
Where we’ll live on
Peanut butter
Spread across assorted crackers
And he’ll play
His clarinet
When I despair
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
Passed the stair
Where we’ll live on
Peanut butter
Spread across assorted crackers
And he’ll play
His clarinet
When I despair

Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba...

With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
Passed the stair
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
Passed the stair
Track Name: Did Jesus Have A Baby Sister?
Did Jesus have a baby sister?
Was she bitter; was she sweet?
Did she wind up in a convent;
Did she end up...
On the street?
On the run, on the stage, did she dance?

DancinggirlDid he have a sister, a little baby sister—
Did Jesus have a sister?
Did they give her a chance?

And did he have a baby sister;
Could she speak out by and large?
Was she told by mother Mary,
“Ask your brother,
He’s in charge—
He’s the chief—
He’s the whipped cream on the cake.”

Did he have a sister, a little baby sister?
Did Jesus have a sister?
Did they give her a break?

VirginHer brother heard the announcement;
It was pretty big. pretty big, I guess.
But she got precious little notice in the local press.
Her mother was a virgin
When she carried him, carried him therein...
If the little girl came later,
Then was she conceived...
In sin?
And in sorrow?
And in suffering
And in shame?

Did he have a sister, a little baby sister?
Did Jesus have a sister?
What was her name?

Girlpraying2_1And did she long to be a Savior, saving everyone she met?
And in private, to her mirror, did she whisper,
“Saviorette! Savior Woman! Savior Person!
Save your breath..."

Did he have a sister, a little baby sister?
Did Jesus have a sister—
Was she there at his death?

CrybabyangelDid she cry for Mary’s comfort
As she watched him on the cross?
And was Mary, too despairing,
“Ask your brother, he’s the boss—
He’s the man
He’s the chief— He’s the show.”

Did he have a sister, a little baby sister?
Did Jesus have a sister—
...Doesn’t anyone know?
Track Name: (Theme from) Valley of the Dolls
Gotta get off, gonna get
Have to get off from this ride
Gotta get hold, gonna get
Need to get hold of my pride

When did I get, where did I
How was I caught in this game
When will I know, where will I
How will I think of my name

When did I stop feeling sure, feeling safe
And start wondering why, wondering why
Is this a dream, am I here, where are you
What's in back of the sky, why do we cry

Gotta get off, gonna get
Out of this merry-go-round
Gotta get off, gonna get
Need to get on where I'm bound

When did I get, where did I
Why am I lost as a lamb
When will I know, where will I
How will I learn who I am

Is this a dream, am I here, where are you
Tell me, when will I know, how will I know
When will I know why?