Once upon a time, a Babushka doll all dressed in green would sing to her accordion in her dollhouse all day long. One day, she got sick and tired of her loneliness – a Russian doll by law of nature mustn't be alone – so she decided to hit the road. She travelled with dolls and puppets, buccaneers and guitar heroes on the highways, but none of them stayed.
Then, humming a slow melody, she strolled down the streets of a place in the Tropics, where a doll was picking some sweet and juicy chords on his guitar and yelled: – Hey there! You got the Santaї ( mind, I can see that. Mind if I travel with ya?
With those sweet blues on their wooden heels, they ran into a doll from the South who was drumming on a funny wooden box – and now the tin soldiers and action figures of this world would groove and dance to their tunes.
In an orchard, a poet doll was just finishing a text on botany when he heard the soothing simplicity of their songs, so he sliced up his stories into verse and spiced up his ecology with rhymes – at times…
Dusty roads and shady stages carried them to Northern shores, where three Babushka angels on a hilltop were blowing and streaking the elements – the first doll blew the flow of the water, the second bowed the hiss of the wind, the third the deep and aloof groans of the earth.
A full-blown band now, the crew rambled and roamed, played at roadsides and bars and eventually was washed to a cute little place by a river – and that has made all the difference.
Now on sunny days you can see seven dolls sunning their wooden beach bodies by the water or hanging out in monkey-business hotels, munching on Marzipan and juicy fruit, dressed in a post-modern green, reading old-fashioned books, then leaving them on their shelves, sucking their right thumbs, and preaching the world the stroll and their very own kind of optimism.
lyrics
Oh Misses Optimism
I'm stuck in tunnel vision
Clouds hanging low
Got nowhere to go
Oh Misses Optimism
Why don't you sit and listen
The blues
Got even down to my shoes
All day long
I sing that song
Cause I am so blue
Misses Optimism, come to Mama do
Optimisme, optons pour une solution, socialisme
Meme si souvent vandalisme, ils sont tous vendus
Dualisme, du toi et du moi, nous devenons novateurs
Un, deux, troi petit tours et puis s'en vont
Fondateurs, visitons les fondations, tourisme, rions, rien que pour ceux qui pensent si souvent a tous ces-isms
Miss Optimisme, s'il te plait, donne-nous le sourire, sans quoi avant l'heure on risue de tous mourir.
The first solo release in over a decade from Bev Lee Harling is a personal travelogue filled with euphoric compositions. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 20, 2021
