Places (EP)

by Jelena Ciric

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Places are physical and metaphysical, emotional and cultural, spiritual and musical. The places we move through change us. We journey through them to find where we belong, where we can grow, and where we can understand our own place in the world.

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released May 1, 2015

All songs and arrangements by Jelena Ciric, copyright 2013-2014.

Davisville
Jelena Ciric - vox and piano
Alex Palmer - cello
Engineered and mixed by Kyle Pyke

Promised Land
Jelena Ciric - vox and piano
Jana Sustersic - background vox
Guitar - Stephen McHale
Bass - Andrea Fraenzel
Aditya Srinivasan - percussion
Engineered and mixed by Alayna Hughes

Green
Jelena Ciric - vox
Stephen McHale - guitar
Andrea Fraenzel - bass
Sergio Martinez - percussion
Engineered and mixed by Misty Jones

Carried
Jelena Ciric - vox
Yu Lu - piano
Andrea Fraenzel - bass
Andjela Stevanovic - flute
Feras Hassan - percussion
Sergio Martinez - percussion
Engineered and mixed by Beth Schofield

All tracks mastered by Timothy Shull Jr.

Cover art by Dylan Glynn www.dylanglynn.com

Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Berklee Valencia, Spain.

Any artistic creation is a group effort. THANK YOU to all staff, faculty, and students at Berklee Valencia, set-up and take-down crews, Victor Mendoza, Stephen Webber. Hvala tati, mami i Ivani og þakka þér Snorri for your constant support in all ways.

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Jelena Ciric Toronto, Ontario

Like Regina Spektor meets Joni Mitchell with a healthy dose of Serbian folk, Jelena Ćirić's fresh, original sound pays homage to the rich, traditional music of Serbia, where she was born, and the songwriting tradition of Canada, where she grew up.

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Track Name: Davisville
Uninspiring, uninspired.
Walk along the Beltline, get tired.
Nothing is moving at all.
It's already fall.

Apple, plum, pear or peach?
I just want one bite of each.
Please, no strings,
no complicated things,
no anchors in the bay.
I sink if I can't stray.

I'm seeing someone again,
but I'm not feeling them.
I am who I am.

Worn out welcomes, worn out shoes.
I've memorized my exit cues.
Lack of strength or strength of will,
I get on the train and I get off at Davisville.
Track Name: Promised Land
Selo, selo moje okićeno gorom.
Vitom, vitom jelom i zelenim borom.
Sadi, sadi mala borove i jele.
Ja ću, ja ću ruže rumene i bjele.

Cradled by the mountains of blood-red stone.
Pines stretch their branches over buried bones.
You're only there to visit, but the welcome is warm,
and a party breaks out like the day you were born.

Faces shine brightly, lit by burning oak.
This is the promised land, can you see it through the smoke?
Give away the songs you've been clutching in your hand:
they're the waning roses of the promised land.
Track Name: Green
Black thumbs, blue hands,
stuck in a city you can't stand.
Strangers staring in the streets.

You rent a room, the drawers are bare.
You're only ever there
to hide your secrets in the sheets.

And in the darkness they can't see you're green.

You sit on barstools spinning tales,
dirt under your fingernails.
You drink and smoke and swear.

You go where you are led,
empty heart or empty bed,
wearing that sweet smile that you wear.

And in the darkness they can't see you're green.

There's time to dig and time to sow,
time to ripen nice and slow,
time to spoil away your prime,
time and time and time.
Track Name: Carried
The first light of the morning,
the last star to appear,
the smile that made your smile come out and show,
the bags you packed so heavy,
the worries on your shoulder,
the hand that led you where you had to go,

will be carried away by the river.

The first song that we sang,
the last dance that we danced,
the flowers that I laid upon your stone,
the coldest of the mountains,
the darkest of the valleys,
the bridges we can only cross alone,

will be carried away by the river.