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Novelist/screenwriter turned songwriter, Britta Lee Shain is impressing audiences with her edgy lyrics and vocal style. In addition to her solo career--and the occasional performance with an accidental posse--she can most often be seen performing with the San Diego based band, the Howling Coyotes. She will be going into the studio in early 2009 with renowned multi-instrumentalist Freddy Koella at the helm--along with some legendary players like Stone-Poneys co-founder Kenny Edwards--to make her first solo CD!
GOIN’ TO HELL IN A FAST CAR (WRITTEN BY BRITTA LEE SHAIN)
She grew up on the wrong side of Pittsburgh
Moved to Philly and made it her home
But all the music in China
Couldn’t make up for her being bornNot a day went by she didn’t feel less than
Not a day she didn’t pick up the phone
She sent her mom the check from the strip club
But she never forgave daddy what he doneShe drove up to your concert at Freeport
Snuck backstage in Omaha
Saved dollar bill tips for a trip to Europe
Sat front row center in WarsawShe loved the words you wrote about her
Even though you never had met
Your TV eyes they looked right through her
In a way she could not forgetLife is just a crap shoot, sailor
Doesn’t matter who you are
Your legend had lived ten lives without you,
But she was goin’ to hell, goin’ to hell, goin’ to hell in a fast carYou can almost smell it, she’s out there in that crowd now
The question’s not if she’ll get to you, the question is howShe asked the man at the front desk
Was there anyone famous staying there?
She gave him all she had so freely
He felt like a zillionaireRoom service you didn’t order
Last supper you didn’t want
All on account of some bad parenting down in PA
And a hotel clerk too nonchalantThey’ll read about you in the papers
They’ll hear about her on the news
They’ll find you dead on your verandah
Wearin’ nothin’ but your boxin’ shoesHer father will attend the hanging
Her mother will stay home and say a prayer
There’ll be a book or two about it
Before there’s nobody left who caresLife is just a crap shoot, sailor
Doesn’t matter who you are
Your legend has lived ten lives without you,
But she was goin’ to hell, goin’ to hell, goin’ to hell in a fast carShe was speedin’ on down that road of life too fast for her own good
She took the life of a perfect stranger just to show the world she could
There’s a moral to this story, there’s a point at the end of this tale
You better grab up all the lovin’ you can before this whole damn thing goes to hell!
Hell hath no fury like a woman in a fast car!
