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Downhill From Everywhere

Released: CD, LP & Digital Available July 23, 2021

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Downhill From Everywhere

Nearly five decades since his debut LP, the songs on Jackson Browne’s new album Downhill From Everywhere sustain the soulful intimacy of his first release, combined with a power and wisdom gained from a life pursuing positive change.

Label: Inside Recordings

Produced by Jackson Browne
Recorded and Mixed by Kevin Smith
“A Human Touch” - Recorded and Mixed by Ryan Freeland
“Minutes To Downtown” - Recorded by Nate Kunkel
“Downhill From Everywhere,” “A Little Soon To Say,” and “My Cleveland Heart” - Recorded by Paul Dieter
Recorded at Groove Masters, Santa Monica, CA
Mastered by Gavin Lurssen and Rueben Cohen at Lurssen Mastering, Burbank, CA
Vinyl Mastered by Jeff Powell at Take Out Vinyl, Memphis, TN

  • 1. Still Looking For Something
    I'm still looking for something
    I'm out here under the streetlight baby, I'm
    Still looking for something in the night
    I might be giving up something
    You don't get something for nothing, baby
    Nothing you can hold up to the light
    If all I find is freedom, it's alright


    And I knew since I was just little
    The sharp edges of the world will whittle
    Your dreams down to shavings at your feet
    Gonna do my best not to settle
    I know it's gonna test my mettle
    To keep my options open - even so I'm hoping


    And I'm still looking for something
    I'm way out over my due date baby, I'm
    Still looking for something in the night
    I know I'm headed for somewhere
    We all dream about somewhere, baby
    We all want to go where life is bright
    You don't want to end up nowhere, but you might


    And I knew since I was just little
    The sharp edges of the world will whittle
    Your expectations into something else
    And I know beyond the tough titty
    Somewhere there's a heart in the city
    And I'm out here to find it, and the soulful smile behind it


    And I'm still looking for something
    I'm out here under the neon, baby
    Still looking for something in the night
    I don't mind giving up something
    You don't get something for nothing, baby
    You don't give up on love without a fight
    If I don't find it this time it's alright


    Gonna keep my options open - even though I'm hoping
    For something I can hold up to the light
    Don't know that I'll find it, or the soulful smile behind it
    If all I find is freedom, it's alright

    --
    Mauricio Lewak - drums

    Bob Glaub - bass

    Greg Leisz - electric guitar

    Val McCallum - electric, acoustic and tenor guitars

    Jackson Browne - piano and vocal

    Written by Jackson Browne

    (Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP)
  • 2. My Cleveland Heart
    I'm going to make a few changes right away
    The way I leap and the way I fall
    The way I need somebody else's eyes to see me
    The way I need anyone at all
    But I expect the real changes to start
    When I finally get my Cleveland Heart
    They're made to take a bashin'
    And never lose their passion

    They never break
    They don't even beat
    And they don't ache
    They just plug in and shine
    Don't make mistakes
    And they don't know defeat
    Like my heart makes
    Like this broken heart of mine

    I've been walkin' that broken line between
    The way life is and the way it seems
    I've been stranded on that endless straightaway
    Between the truth and my wildest dreams
    But I will no longer need to tell them apart
    When I've finally got my Cleveland Heart
    They just keep on hopin'
    And stay so big and open

    They never break
    They don't even beat
    And they don't ache
    They just plug in and shine
    Don't make mistakes
    And they don't know defeat
    Like my heart makes
    Like this broken heart of mine


    Pete Thomas - drums
    Davey Faragher - bass
    Greg Leisz - lap steel
    Val McCallum - electric guitars, acoustic guitars and vocal
    Jackson Browne - vocal
    Jeff Young - vocal

    Written by Val McCallum and Jackson Browne
    (Browncouchsongs, BMI / Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP)
  • 3. Minutes To Downtown
    No, I wasn't looking for a door into the morning again
    No, I wasn't thinking you would ever be more than a friend
    The years I've seen that fell between my date of birth and yours
    Fade before the altered shore of a river changing course



    No, I didn't think that I would ever feel this way again
    No, not with a story this long and this close to the end
    And though I try to fathom why home feels strange to me
    More and more the other shore is what I need to see


    Minutes slip away, minutes become days
    Minutes to Downtown, minutes to the Coast Highway
    Forever on this freeway dreaming of my getaway
    Don't know how I'm still in LA


    Now, there may be nothing left for us
    But what pleasure can teach
    Now, deep in the moment with the future so out of reach
    I see that smile and even while it breaks my heart I laugh
    That's because this heart was already torn in half


    Minutes slip away, minutes become days
    Minutes to Downtown, minutes to the Coast Highway
    And I'm out on this freeway, still plotting my getaway
    Don't know how I'm still in LA





    Russ Kunkel - drums

    Bob Glaub - bass

    Greg Leisz - electric and acoustic guitars

    Mark Goldenberg - electric guitar

    Jason Crosby - piano

    Jeff Young - Hammond organ

    Jackson Browne - electric guitar and vocal

    Chavonne Stewart - vocal

    Alethea Mills - vocal



    Written by Jackson Browne

    (Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP)
  • 4. A Human Touch
    You can call it a decision
    I say it's how we're made
    There's no point in shouting from your island
    Proclaiming only Jesus saves
    There will always be suffering
    There will always be pain
    But because of it there will always be love
    And love we know it will remain



    Everybody gets lonely
    Feel like it's all too much
    Reaching out for some connection
    Or maybe just their own reflection
    Not everybody finds it
    Not like the two of us
    Sometimes all anybody needs is a human touch



    Everybody wants a holiday
    Everybody wants to feel the sun
    Get outside and run around
    Live like they're forever young
    Everybody wants to be beautiful
    And live life their own way
    No one ever wants to let it go
    No matter what they do or say



    Everybody gets lonely
    Feel like it's all too much
    Reaching out for some connection
    Or maybe it's just their own reflection
    Not everybody finds it
    Not like the two of us
    Sometimes all anybody needs is a human touch





    Jay Bellerose - drums

    Jennifer Condos - bass

    Greg Leisz - pedal steel, lap steel

    Patrick Warren - keyboards

    Jackson Browne - piano and vocal

    Leslie Mendelson - vocal



    Written by Steve McEwan, Leslie Mendelson, and Jackson Browne

    (Sony ATV/Birds with Ears Music, BMI / Have A Cup Of Tea, BMI / Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP)
  • 5. Love Is Love
    Here on the distant sunny shore of an island
    All the troubles of the world seem far away
    But here, on the broken city streets of the island
    People work and live and love and struggle every day



    Here on the Creole speaking side of the island
    They say “Ou fe twop ti moun deja pa fe pitit anko"
    Or in the truthful way they have of speaking on the island
    “You have too many kids already, don’t make any more”



    But love is love, love is love
    Love is love - Lanmou se lanmou
    Love is love, love is love
    Love is love - Lanmou se lanmou


    Menaj mwe is the finest girl who ever walked this island
    Even when - especially when – she’s walking away
    Something in her smile lets me believe in tomorrow
    Even though life is next to impossible today
    Maybe we won’t be in each other’s eyes forever
    Maybe all we can do is hold each other, and say



    Love is love, love is love
    Love is love - Lanmou se lanmou
    Love is love, love is love
    Love is love - Lanmou se lanmou


    Rick rides a motorbike through the worst slums of the city
    The father and the doctor to the poorest of the poor
    Raising up the future from the rubble of the past
    Here they say - L’espua fe viv – Hope makes life



    Love is love, love is love
    Love is love - Lanmou se lanmou
    Love is love, love is love
    Love is love - Lanmou se lanmou
    Love is love, love is love
    Love is love - Lanmou se lanmou



    Here on this island, island of hope
    Here we are home, lanmou se lanmou
    Never alone on this island of hope
    Here we are home, lanmou se lanmou





    Mauricio Lewak - drums

    Bob Glaub - bass

    Jeff Young - Hammond organ

    Greg Leisz - electric guitar

    Val McCallum - acoustic tenor guitar

    Jackson Browne - electric guitar and vocal

    Alethea Mills - vocals

    Chavonne Stewart - vocal



    Written by Jackson Browne and David Belle

    (Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP)
  • 6. Downhill From Everywhere
    Downhill from the prison, downhill from the mall
    Downhill from the factory farm and the hospital Downhill from the border wall
    Downhill from the high school, downhill from the gym
    Downhill from the church and the stadium Downhill from the baby's room
    Downhill from the office, downhill from the bar
    Downhill from the theme park and the family car Downhill from happy hour

    Downhill from everywhere, downhill from all you see
    The ocean is downhill from gravity
    Downhill from here, downhill from everywhere
    Downhill from all of humanity

    Downhill from the silver screen
    Downhill from the Anthropocene
    Downhill from the vineyard, downhill from the mine
    Downhill from the fruited plain and the bottom line Downhill from Columbine
    Downhill from the racetrack, downhill from the news
    Downhill from the sponsors and the camera crews Downhill from the born to lose
    Downhill from God's golden shore
    Downhill from the grocery store
    Downhill from the Senate floor
    K street, and the never ending war

    Downhill from everywhere, downhill from all you see
    The ocean is the last stop for gravity
    Downhill from here, downhill from everywhere
    And all mankind's ambition and vanity

    Do you think of the ocean as yours?
    Because you need the ocean to breathe
    Every second breath you take is coming from the sea
    And we don't really know, because we don't really see
    Do you think of the ocean as yours?
    Do you think about it at all?

    Downhill from the campus, downhill from the loan Downhill from the funeral home
    Downhill from the laptop, downhill from the trolls Downhill from the Russian doll
    Downhill from the NRA
    Downhill from the GOP
    Downhill from the ICE,
    And your huddled masses yearning to be free

    Mauricio Lewak - drums
    Bob Glaub - bass
    Greg Leisz - electric guitar
    Val McCallum - electric guitar
    Jeff Young - Hammond organ, piano and vocal
    Jackson Browne - electric guitar and vocal
    Chavonne Stewart - vocal
    Alethea Mills - vocal

    Written by Jackson Browne, Greg Leisz, and Jeff Young
    (Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP / Capsong administered by BMG, BMI / Glad Brad Music, ASCAP)
  • 7. The Dreamer
    Just a child when she crossed the border
    To reunite with her father
    Who had travelled North to support her
    So many years before
    She left half her family behind her
    And with a crucifix to remind her
    She pledged her future to this land
    And does the best that she can do



    ¿Adónde van los sueños?
    Nacidos de la fe y la ilusión
    Donde no hay camino ni huella
    Solo deseos que susurran al corazón



    Eagles fly on columns of the wind Viviendo en el viento
    Fish swim the currents of the sea Qúe libre, el mar
    People cross oceans and deserts and rivers Cruzamos el río
    Carrying nothing more than the dream of what life could be



    Today she got the order
    They're taking steps to deport her
    To send her back over the border
    And tear her away from the life she has made
    We don't see half the people around us
    But we see enemies who surround us
    And the walls that we've built between us
    Keep us prisoners of our fear



    ¿Adónde van los sueños? Where do the dreams go?
    Nacidos de la fe y la ilusión Born of faith and illusion
    Donde no hay camino ni huella Where there's no road and no footprint
    Solo deseos que susurran al corazón Only desire that whispers to the heart
    Solo deseos que susurran al corazón Only desire that whispers to the heart
    Solo deseos que susurran al corazón





    Mauricio Lewak - drums

    Roberto Glaub - bass

    Greg Leisz - acoustic guitar

    Val McCallum - electric guitar

    Jackson Browne - vihuela and vocal

    Chavonne Stewart - vocal

    Alethea Mills - vocal



    Written by Eugene Rodriguez, Jackson Browne and David Hidalgo

    (Los Cenzontles Publishing, ASCAP / Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP/ Davince Music, BMI)

  • 8. Until Justice Is Real
    Ain't on your TV, ain't on your phone
    You want the truth you got to find it on your own
    It may not be that easy to see
    The truth is going to cost you in the land of the free
    It's a good question to be asking yourself
    What is the good life, what is wealth?
    What is the future I'm trying to see?
    What does that future need from me?



    Time rolling away, time like a river, time like a train,
    Time like a fuse burning shorter every day



    Maybe you knew it when you were young
    Not that much distance between you and the sun
    But now you're wiser and you're afraid
    You see the stakes, and the mistakes that have been made
    It's a good question to be asking yourself
    What is well being, what is health?
    What is illusion and what is true?
    What is my purpose - what can I do?



    Time rolling away, time like a river, time like a train
    Time like a fuse burning shorter every day



    Ain't no directions, there ain't no map
    Ain't no instructions, and you know there ain't no app
    You want power? You'll need help.
    Look to each other and you find it in yourself
    It's a good question to be asking right now
    What'll you put up with - what'll you allow?
    What is the color, the color of change?
    What is the reason these times are so strange?
    What is democracy? What is the deal?
    What would it look like? How would it feel?
    Putting your shoulder to the wheel
    Keeping it turning until justice is real



    Time rolling away, time like a river, time like a train
    Time like a fuse burning shorter every day



    What is democracy? What is the deal?
    What would it look like? How would it feel?
    Putting your shoulder to the wheel
    And staying with it until justice -
    Until justice is real


    Mauricio Lewak - drums

    Bob Glaub - bass

    Greg Leisz - lap steel

    Waddy Wachtel- electric guitar

    Val McCallum- electric guitar

    Jackson Browne - acoustic guitar and vocal

    Alethea Mills - vocal

    Chavonne Stewart - vocal



    Written by Jackson Browne

    (Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP)
  • 9. A Little Soon To Say
    I came for inspiration, I came looking for Grace
    And found my reflection in every passing face
    And everyone who gathered, standing on that shore
    Searching the horizon, not knowing what exactly for
    Searching the horizon for what we can't quite see
    When all we've ever needed
    Has been there all along inside of you and me

    I want to see you holding out your light
    I want to see you light the way
    But whether everything will be alright -
    It's just a little soon to say

    I didn't find much wisdom when time was on my side
    Too little information, too much time to decide
    I took a couple wrong turns - it only takes you one
    To send you down a lifetime
    Of wondering what you might have done
    Searching for a lifetime for what you want to see
    When all we've ever needed has been there all along
    Inside of you and me

    I want to see you holding out your light
    I want to see you find your way
    Beyond the sirens and the broken night
    Beyond the sickness of our day
    And after what we've come to live with
    I want to know if you're ok
    I've got to think it's going to be alright
    It's just a little soon to say

    I came for inspiration, I came looking for truth
    And joined in celebration, the passing of my youth
    We're here but for a moment and none of us can see
    Beyond the horizon - what kind of world this world will be
    Searching the horizon for what we hope to see
    When all we've ever needed has been there all along
    Inside of you and me

    I want to see you holding out your light
    I want to see you light the way
    Beyond the sirens and the broken night
    Beyond the sickness of our day
    And after all we've come to live with
    I want to know if you're ok
    I want to think it's going to be alright
    It's just a little soon to say


    Mauricio Lewak - drums
    Bob Glaub - bass
    Jeff Young - Hammond organ
    Greg Leisz - electric guitar
    Val McCallum - electric guitar
    Jackson Browne - electric guitar, vocal
    Chavonne Stewart - vocal
    Alethea Mills - vocal

    Written by Jackson Browne
    (Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP)
  • 10. A Song For Barcelona
    I think I must have lost my way a long, long time ago
    Somewhere in the distance between love and business 
    I don't know
    I didn't have that far to go to find my pleasure though
    Lovers like islands in an archipelago
    Set in a sea of time, love is a place you find
    Where when two people rhyme they begin to grow
    Learning the other ninety-nine words for snow



    This is a song for Barcelona, city of gravity and light
    City that gave me back my fire, and restored my appetite



    I hear the sounds of youth up all night in the plaza
    Under the sleepless eyes of the grandmothers 
    On the terrassa
    In the streets of Gràcia, and on the Ramblas
    I see the searching eyes and youthful bodies pass
    And my own vanished youth becomes my central truth
    Though I no longer care, the truth is everywhere
    That soon the world I love will no longer be anywhere



    This is a song for Barcelona, city of Gaudí and Jujol 
    City that ignited my desire, and temporarily, my soul



    They come from Ireland, they come from Africa     
    They come from the US, they come from Canada                 
    They come from Norway, they come from China                    

    They come from Uruguay, and from Bulgaria     
    They come for pleasure, they come for freedom       
    For the chance encounter - or the revelation                   
    They come for business, or for adventure                     
    And fall in love with the information
    About the world, and about each other
    They dream, and when they wake up
    They're not in Spain anymore
    This is a song for Barcelona, for architecture and futból
    And for the streets that gave me refuge
    In my escape from rock and roll



    Una cançó per Barcelona, per respecte i futur
    Per justícia i la terra -  ara som sis milions i un
    (A song for Barcelona, for respect and the future
    For justice and homeland – now we are six million and one)



    Via Laietana, Gran Via, 
    Urquinaona, Tarragona, El Paral.lel,
    Torrent de l’Olla, Carrer de l’Or, o Encarnació,
    Plaça del Sol, Plaça del Tripi, Passeig del Born,
    Sant Pere Més Alt, Sant Pere Més Baix,
    Carrer Robadors, Carrer Escudellers,
    Carrer del Mar, Carrer Verdi,
    Pintor Fortuny, Mercat dels Encants, 
    Portal de l'Ángel



    Mauricio Lewak - drums

    Bob Glaub - bass

    Greg Leisz - electric guitar

    Val McCallum - electric guitar

    Jeff Young - piano

    Raúl Rodriguez - palmas

    Jackson Browne - nylon string guitar and vocal

    Chavonne Stewart - vocal

    Alethea Mills - vocal

    DeAnte Duckett - vocal



    Written by Jackson Browne, Mauricio Lewak, Bob Glaub, Jeff Young, 

    Greg Leisz and Val McCallum (Swallow Turn, ASCAP

    Bateria Music, ASCAP / Glad Brad Music, ASCAP  

    Capsong administered by BMG, BMI / Browncouchsongs, BMI)