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Twelve new songs written and performed by vocal-piano duo Anya Turner (vocals) & Robert Gruseck (piano-vocals). Featuring guitarist John Putnam. Recorded at John Kilgore Sound & Recording NYC, December 5,10,11, 2013. Mixed and mastered by Steve Vavagiakis at Bang Zoom. CD jacket and music video design by Alexandra Rogerson at Arobesque Studio. Photo by Peter James Zielinski.

 

1.   At Home In The World (2:55)

2.   Beverly Hills Adjacent (4:02)

3.   If You See Something, Say Something (3:26)

4.   Fifty Is The New Twenty-Five (3:58)

5.   How Do You Write A Song (3:22)

6.   Just That Kind Of Guy (4:09)

7.   We Wrote A Show (3:50)

8.   I Was Here (a birthday song) (3:17)

9.   Paul (4:28)

10. Janet (and like that...) (5:41)

11. Harper Lee (4:13)

12. Labor Of Love (4:31)

 

Total Running Time: 48 minutes

All selections ASCAP

Copyright 2014 Turner & Grusecki all rights reserved

 

 

ANYA TURNER & ROBERT GRUSECKI

Labor Of Love is the fifth studio recording by songwriters Anya Turner and Robert Grusecki. Anya and Robert have performed in theatres, nightclubs and concert halls across the USA.  Their music has been heard in such NYC venues as Avery Fisher Hall, Town Hall, Symphony Space and the 92nd Street Y.  Their songs have been featured on various radio shows: WFUV New York (Woody’s Children), WFMT Chicago (The Midnight Special), WRCT Pittsburgh (Best of Broadway), and Show Biz Radio (UK).  Many other artists have covered their work including Donna McKechnie, Karen Akers and Steve Ross.  Their previous CD recordings are Ordinary People (1996), You Loved Me (1998), Greetings From Yorkville (2007 original cast album), and A Party (2011).  In 2012 Robert and Anya published two songbooks:  Greetings From Yorkville (all 23 songs from the Off-Broadway show) and A Party. Turner and Grusecki have twice been named finalists for the Richard Rodgers Award by the American Academy of Arts and Letters for their musicals, Greetings From Yorkville and After All, a musical much ado (a contemporary take on Shakespeare’s romantic comedy).  They have also been awarded grants and honors from Meet The Composer and ASCAP. Their new CD, Labor Of Love, explores the important things in life and how they change over time.  It is available on CD Baby (disc and digital download), iTunes (digital download) and Amazon (digital download). Anya and Robert are married and live in New York City.

 

JOHN PUTNAM

John is a native New Yorker and has been working as a guitarist for quite a few years. He grew up as a fan of The Beatles, The Stones and American and British Blues, as well as the earlier music that spawned these genres: Folk, Delta Blues, Country and Soul. As a professional guitarist, John performed and/or recorded for artists such as Rufus Thomas, Madonna, (Guitar solo on "Papa Don't Preach") Desiree, Jimmy Cliff, John Denver, SouthSide Johnny, David Johanssen, Bernard Purdie, Richard Shindell, The Bacon Brothers, Lucy Kaplanski, Darlene Love, and Cher. He has also composed numerous film scores including "Methadonia" (HBO) and "Inside Death Row" (National Geographic). He has performed in the Broadway Orchestras of "The Who's Tommy", "The Lion King", "Rent", "The Wedding Singer", "Legally Blonde", "AIDA", "Memphis", as well as his current position in "Kinky Boots". Earlier this year John released his first CD entitled "The Way I See It". it's an energetic blend of vocal and instrumental tracks, and has been played on WFUV, WMSU, as well as many other radio stations across the USA. John periodically performs music from this CD around town.  Check out JOHN'S WEBSITE

 

 

 

COMPLETE LYRICS: Labor Of Love

 

1. AT HOME IN THE WORLD

© 2014 Turner & Grusecki

 

Feeling at home in the world at last

Knowing for sure I have a right to be here

No one can tell me that I’m out of place

Here in this space

Where I belong

 

Finding my niche in the nick of time

No longer lost and lonely on the highway

I’ve found a sanctuary safe and true

Now that you

Are in my world

 

I lived in a world where no one knew my name

Unknown and alone

Alone on the shelf

But being with you is quite a different game

I’m laughing out loud

And learning the truth about myself

 

You are the one who showed the way

You are the reason I can say

I belong

Right or wrong

That’s my song

I’m feeling at home in the world

 

Ah Ah

I am at home here in the world

I’m not alone here in the world

Now that you’re finally in my world

 

Ah Ah

I am at home in the world

 

2. BEVERLY HILLS ADJACENT

© 2014 Turner & Grusecki

 

Drivin’ in my Pinto

On South Doheny Drive

A sunny January morning

Feelin’ so alive

 

The rhythmic sound of yard work

The smell of fresh-cut grass

Let’s find a bungalow, a hideaway

And let time pass

 

Don’t you know I wanna live with you

I wanna start all over

Let’s make our dreams come true

In Beverly Hills Adjacent

 

I wanna start right now

And leave the past behind me

You gotta show me how

In Beverly Hills, In Beverly Hills Adjacent

 

We’ll stay in bed for hours

Make love ‘til we can’t walk

We’re gonna laugh and share our secrets

And talk and talk and talk

 

About a life together

Of work and love and play

And if we really love each other

Why not start today

 

Repeat Chorus

 

Louvered windows in the bedroom

Grand piano down the hall

Morning glories climb the garden wall

Not too far from downtown

Minutes from the beach

A little slice of paradise

Within our reach

 

Don’t you know I wanna live with you

Start all over

Dreams come true

In Beverly Hills Adjacent

 

Let’s start right now

Leave the past behind us

Show me how

In Beverly Hills, in Beverly Hills

In Beverly Hills Adjacent

 

3. IF YOU SEE SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING

© 2014 Turner & Grusecki

 

If you see something, say something

Don’t turn away

Take your time and trust your instincts

Today may be the day

 

When you see something, unexpected

So new and strange

Take a breath and steel your courage

Your world’s about the change

 

All the busy people in the city

Rushing on their way without a word

Living lives spent hiding in the shadows

Singing songs that die unheard

 

Then you see something, one something

And take it in

All the rest was just rehearsal

Let the play begin

 

Feel the pulsing heartbeat of the city

Listen to the plaintive saxophone

Wailing out another crazy love song

Calling out to you alone

 

If you feel something, say something

Hello, hello

If you see someone, say something

Don’t just let it go

 

4. FIFTY IS THE NEW TWENTY-FIVE

© 2014 Turner & Grusecki

 

Here I am

At the peak of my powers

A beautiful blonde in her prime

Here I am

I’m a sterling example

Of mind over matters of time

I’m a gorgeous piece of cheesecake

So young and alive

Here I am

And I’m feeling terrific

Because fifty, yes fifty

Is the new twenty-five

 

Look at me

I’ve a personal trainer

Who loves me and works on my core

Look at me

I’ve a permanent life-coach

Who guides me so I know the score

If I need a touch of Botox

To bloom and to thrive

What the hell

Nip and tuck is my motto

Because fifty, yes fifty

Is the new twenty-five

 

We shall live forever

Believing makes it so

Chin up, shoulders back

And on we go

On we go

Don’t mean to brag but I’m just sayin’

 

What a life

I am socially networked

And everyone posts on my page

What a life

I am sexually vital

I sleep with a man half my age

People tell me I’m fantastic

Bombastic, well I’ve

Just begun

Do you think I’m deluded

To say fifty, yes fifty

Is the new twenty-five

 

We shall live forever

My genome tells me so

Hormones, implants, transplants

Does it show

No, no, no

Like all the bitches, I’m just rappin’

 

Check it out

All my music is monsta

A melody doesn’t mean squat

Check it out

My tattoos all are gangsta

My skirt barely covers my twat

I am endlessly distracted

I hope I survive

Staying young

God, I feel like a million

Because fifty

Or sixty

Yes, seventy

No, eighty

Hell, ninety

Wait

One hundred and four

Is the new twenty-five

 

FIFTY IS THE NEW TWENTY-FIVE ( male version)

© 2014 Turner & Grusecki

 

Here I am

At the peak of my powers

A beautiful man in his prime

Here I am

I’m a sterling example

Of mind over matters of time

I’m a gorgeous hunk of beefcake

So young and alive

Here I am

And I’m feeling terrific

‘Cause fifty, yes fifty

Is the new twenty-five

 

Look at me

I’ve a personal trainer

Who loves me and works on my core

Look at me

I’ve a permanent life-coach

Who guides me so I know the score

If I need a touch of makeup

To bloom and to thrive

What the hell

Nip and tuck is my motto

‘Cause fifty, yes fifty

Is the new twenty-five

 

We shall live forever

Believing makes it so

Chin up, shoulders back

And on we go

On we go

Don’t mean to brag but I’m just sayin’

 

What a life

I am socially networked

And everyone posts on my page

What a life

I am sexually vital

My lovers are all half my age

People tell me I’m fantastic

Bombastic, well I’ve

Just begun

Do you think I’m deluded

To say fifty, yes fifty

Is the new twenty-five

 

We shall live forever

My genome tells me so

Hair plugs, hormones, transplants

Does it show

No, no, no

Like any homeboy I’m just rappin’

 

Check it out

All my music is monsta

My jeans barely cover my ass

Check it out

My tattoos all are gangsta

Last week I got busted for grass

I am endlessly distracted

I hope I survive

Staying young

God, I feel like a million

‘Cause fifty

Or sixty

Yes, seventy

No, eighty

Hell, ninety

Wait

One hundred and four

Is the new twenty-five

 

 

5. HOW DO YOU WRITE A SONG

© 2014 Turner & Grusecki

 

How do you write a song

You hum, you pace, you moan, you mutter

You laugh, you cry, you curse and sputter

‘Til it’s done

It’s fun

 

Where do you write a song

The bed, the chair, the couch, the toilet

Who cares as long as you don’t spoil it

And the thought

Gets caught

 

You find a family of words

With some repeating, but none competing

You weave the music and the words

With deep expression & much compression

They learn to get along

 

When do you write a song

Today, tonight, or when requested

It’s worth the time and what’s invested

Is your heart

Just start

 

Your songs are children in the world

You love and nourish and hope they flourish

They make their way around the world

And if they’re lucky and oh so plucky

They find a way to fly

Fly

 

Why do you write a song

Why not?  Because it makes me happy

I need a place that’s warm & sappy

To go on

For now

How do you write

Oh, how do you write a song

 

6. JUST THAT KIND OF GUY

© 1992 Turner & Grusecki

 

Just that kind of guy

That’s right

I’m just that kind of guy

A flatout say-what’s-on-my-mind

You-can-always-count-on kind of guy

 

My ways are easy and well-worn

Much like the town where I was born

But if you take me for a ride

I’m gonna know the reason why

Guess I’m just that kind of guy

 

I know you

You play the game exactly as you choose

But you know me

And how I hate to lose

 

Don’t go for love songs that are sad

Won’t throw good money after bad

I take my chances, place my bets

Regrets are such a waste of time

And I’m just that kind of guy

 

Now I see

How easily you charmed me from the start

Now you tell me

About your change of heart

 

There are no secrets in the end

You were my lover not my friend

Don’t call up drunk some New Year’s Eve

Believing I’m the only one you trust

 

For I have seen your someone new

And he’s the perfect match for you

Say goodbye to just that kind of guy

 

7. WE WROTE A SHOW
© 2014 Turner & Grusecki 

We wrote a show

It played Off-Broadway

We were so sure it would not fail

We wrote a show

It almost killed us

But we have lived to tell the tale

 

We knew we had

A great idea

A story never told before

A diff’rent form

A brand new concept

With words and melodies galore

 

We knew we needed someone good

To take us on

To see us through

A Tony-winning dance director

Who

 

Believed in us

And in our music

And would agree to save the day

Someone with taste

Who’s fun to be with

And we’d be off and on our way

 

We found our man

We were a trio

And things were looking pretty good

We had the dream

But not the money

But we would find it if we could

 

We called our friends

We called our fam’lies

We called up everyone we knew

We pitched the chance

To make a bundle

And bit by bit our funding grew

 

Parties, readings, workshops too

We did it all

We had a ball

At last a long-lost rich relation

Heard the call

All systems go

 

We booked a theatre

And hired a rep to spread the word

The greatest show

The best designers

Then the unthinkable occurred

 

Out of the blue

We lost our leader

A sudden death, an awful blow

We had to stop

And mourn his passing

Then find a way to save the show

 

We had some luck

His friends stood by us

We came together as a team

No time to waste

Back to rehearsals

We had to realize the dream

 

Rewrites, long nights, don’t get sick

We worked and worked

To get it right

Photos, promos, previews

Op’ning Night

 

The critics came

Some of them loved it

But either way we had our run

The folks who came

Said, “Fabuloso!”

We lost our shirt, we lost our house

We lost our dog, we lost our cat

We lost our ass but it was fun

 

8. I WAS HERE (a birthday song)

© 2014 Turner & Grusecki

 

When you hear that birthday song

And friends and family sing along

To mark a special day of the year

Blow our the candles on the cake

Remember ev’ry wish you make

Is a chance for you to say

I was here

 

Look at the faces all around

And hear that joyful sound

Reminding you today

Loud and clear

To write the story of your life

The triumph and the strife

‘Cause everybody wants to say

I was here

 

So happy birthday to you

And happy birthday to me

Let’s make a wish once again

For what it’s worth

 

Yes happy birthday to you

And happy birthday to me

And happy birthday

To everyone on earth

 

Think of all the things you’ve done

And of the races yet to run

And remember come what may

Life is dear

And when you lend a helping hand

You leave a footprint in the sand

That’s the surest way to say

I was here

 

Repeat Chorus

 

So write the story of your life

The triumph and the strife

Everybody here today

Everyone in ev’ry way

Wants to find a way to say

I was here, I was here

 

9. PAUL

© 2014 Turner & Grusecki

(For my Dad.  RG)

 

The day I was born

My ma and my pa named me Paul

Paul

No middle initial, no nickname

No nothing at all

Just Paul

 

The Cossacks were coming

The future was clear

My papa said, “Ma, let’s get the

Hell out of here.

Pack up the little we got

And don’t forget Paul.”

 

We sailed on a ship

On a terrible trip ‘cross the sea

We bought a small farm

Somewhat lacking in charm

Where we’d be free

 

We were poorer than dirt

But I grew like a weed

Good with my hands

I can build what you need

Just give me a chance Mister, please

Don’t forget Paul

 

Oh, it isn’t easy making money

Oh, I’ve tried and tried

Oh, it isn’t funny being hungry

It hurts my pride

 

So I moved to the city

Workin’ for hire day by day. Hey,

Workin’ for hire is a life

But it sure doesn’t pay. Say,

I’ll start my own bus’ness

For gain or for loss

But I have a notion

That I’ll win that toss

I’ll be my own boss, that’s the way

They won’t forget Paul

 

I married a girl who was

Glad to be swept off her feet

Sweet

Her talent and looks made me

Sure she would make life complete

Neat

 

We had two strapping sons

Then two girls on a whim

And one cross-eyed boy

I don’t know about him

He plays the piano

And wants to know all about Paul

 

Oh, he loves to hear those old-time stories

Oh, he leads me on

Oh, don’t know exactly what he’s up to

Those times are gone, gone

 

You might be surprised to know

Why I am talking to you

True?

‘Cause I left this world without

Finding out much about you

True.

 

I want you to know

I know who you are

The light of my life

Shines on you like a star

I’m telling you this from afar

For once and for all

I gave you the best that I could

So don’t forget

Paul

 

10. JANET (and like that . . .)

© 2014 Turner & Grusecki

(For my Mom.  AT)

 

I feed the birds

I feed the vireo, the hummingbird

The chickadee

I watch the birds

I watch them take a bath, then shake it off

And fly so free

I hate the squirr’ls

Stealing all the birdseed

Just to torture me

I love my birds

I hate the squirr’ls

And like that

 

I live alone

I eat my breakfast when I want to

No one hurries me

I call up friends

Sometimes we make a date for bridge

But nothing worries me

I clean the house,

Do a load of laundry

Maybe sweep the porch

I love my home

I love my friends

And like that

 

That’s my life

That’s my day

Nothing flashy

That’s the life I make

In my world

I can live very simply

Like the birds

And like that

 

I drive to town

To get some gas and pick up groceries

‘Cause I’m out of food

I drive back home

And on the way I grab a sandwich

If I’m in the mood

Then after lunch

Take a nap until it’s time

To watch the news

I drive to town

Then drive back home

And like that

 

I get undressed

To get in bed and read my book

Or maybe call the kids

We keep in touch

Though we don’t see each other often

How I love my kids

We talk a lot

And through it all we still remain

A family

I love my books

I love my kids

And like that

 

That’s my life

That’s my day

Nice and steady

That’s the road I take

In my world I can live very simply

Like the birds

La-da-da-di-dah

La-da-dah

La-di-di

In my dreams

I am young

I’m just beginning

 

I’m eighty-five

I take the good days with the bad

‘Cause that’s the way to be

Though I’m content

It wouldn’t kill me if this didn’t

Go on endlessly

I am at peace

This is all I ever was

Or hoped to be

I love my books

I love my kids

I love my friends

I love my home

I love my birds

Hate the squirr’ls

And like that

 

11. HARPER LEE

© 2014 Turner & Grusecki

 

If a singer sings a song in the woods

And there’s no one to hear

What the singer sings

“La-la-la-la-la”

Does the song exist

 

If an artist paints and paints ev’ry day

And there’s no one to see

What the painter paints

Dibble dab dab splat

Why, oh why persist

 

Before I go to sleep at night

I lie awake and think:

Will someone come and save me

Or I’ll drive myself to drink

 

Harper Lee

Rescue me

I got a problem that is pressing on my mind

I wanna know

Harper Lee

Answer me

I’m lonely and I wanna go home

 

Don’t want the bright lights

The neon-light nights

I’m feeling down ‘cause there is

No one in this town who cares for me

Harper Lee

Come to me

I’m lonely and I wanna go home

 

Have you heard

Mockingbird

I left my home without a penny

Tried for fame but haven’t any

And look at you

What did you do

When fame and fortune made you clammy

You went back to Alabammy

 

I’ve seen the high life

I’ve lived the low life

I had my youth I had my truth

And how I sang my song for free

Harper Lee

Talk to me

And tell me that it’s time to go home

I’m lonely and I wanna go home

 

A monster hit

Then I can quit

And I can say to this big city

Kiss my ass I’m sittin’ pretty

But there’s a hitch

It’s been a bitch

Oh, why can’t blood and guts

And all heart

Save me from a job at Walmart

 

Harper Lee

Pray for me

A small-town girl who had a dream

So strong it wouldn’t let her be

Harper Lee

Set me free

And tell me that it’s time to go home

 

No more to roam

Take me home

But tell me, please

Where is home

 ‘Cause I’m so lonely

And I wanna go home

Home, home, home

Take me home

 

 

 

12. LABOR OF LOVE

© 2014 Turner & Grusecki

 

Labor of love

Labor of love

Tell me what to do

Labor of love

Labor of love

Tell me you’ll be true

 

If I talk to you sweetly

If I coax you along

Will you promise to always

Be my song

I love you

 

Labor of love

Stay with me tonight

Labor of love

Tell me that I’m right

 

To be lost in the feeling

To forget ev’ry care

To believe that tomorrow

You’ll be there

 

Ah, Ah

Tell me now and forever

You will always be mine

Tell me over and over

Over, over, over

 

Never let me go

You know I’ll always love you

Labor of love

Baby, don’t you know

 

I can’t make it without you

You’re the promise I’ll keep

You’re the dream I’ll be dreaming

In my sleep

In my sleep

 

Goodnight, I love you

Goodnight, I love you

Goodnight, I love you

Goodnight

 

Repeat