[1] Crossroads (Tracy Chapman) - 4:11
[2] Bridges (Tracy Chapman) - 5:24
[3] Freedom Now (Tracy Chapman) - 4:02
[4] Material World (Tracy Chapman) - 3:02
[5] Be Careful of My Heart (Tracy Chapman) - 4:39
[6] Subcity (Tracy Chapman) - 5:09
[7] Born to Fight (Tracy Chapman) - 2:46
[8] Hundred Years (Tracy Chapman) - 4:20
[9] This Time (Tracy Chapman) - 3:43
[10] All That You Have Is Your Soul (Tracy Chapman) - 5:16
Marc Cohn - Piano
Frank Marocco - Accordion
Scarlet Rivera - Violin
Bobbye Hall - Percussion, Conga
Charlie Bisharat - Violin, Viola, Electric Violin, Pizzicato Violin
Paulinho Da Costa - Tambourine
Denny Fongheiser - Drums
Jack Holder - Banjo, Piano
Larry Klein - Bass
Danny Kortchmar - Electric Guitar
Russ Kunkel - Drums
Jim Lacefield - Cello
Tim Landers - Bass
Bob Marlette - Keyboards
G.E. Smith - Electric & Acoustic Guitar, Mandolin
John X. Volaitis - Piano
Snooky Young - Trumpet
William D. "Smitty" Smith - Organ
Steve Lindley - Electric Piano
William Smith - Organ
David Kershenbaum - Producer
Kevin W. Smith - Engieer, Mixing
Martin Lester - Ass. Engineer
John X. Volaitis - Add. Engineering
Bob Ludwig - Mastering
Herb Ritts - Photography
Carol Bobolts - Design
1989 CD Elektra 60888-2
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On her second album, Tracy Chapman goes the traditional
singer-songwriter route - think Carly Simon, James Taylor, etc. - by
largely writing about the effects on her life of the unexpected success
of her first album. The title track, standard blues imagery aside, is
as self-analytical and autobiographical as any one of Joni Mitchell's
early '70s albums. Othersongs, like "Material World", address the same
concerns in more subtle fashion. Elsewhere, Chapman looks at freedom
and oppression in such songs as the Nelson Mandela tribute "Freedom
Now" and "All That You Have is Your Soul". Chapman and producer David
Kershenbaum add subtle touches like horns,slide guitar (courtesy of
Neil Young), and accordion, opening up the guitar-and-voice canvas of
her self-titled debut and fleshing out the strongly melodic songs
without overpowering them.
After the enormous success of her eponymous debut album in 1988,
enhanced by her appearance at a Nelson Mandela tribute concert that
same year, it was never going to be easy for Tracy Chapman to deliver a
similar bolt from the singer-songwriter blues a year later on this, her
"tricky" second album. On Crossroads Chapman plays it cautiously from a
musical point of view, offering a slightly fleshed-out version of the
smouldering acoustics of her debut. But Chapman's subdued sound can't
conceal the unabated anger of her lyrics. "Freedom Now", dedicated to
Nelson Mandela, "Material World and "Subcity", a scalding diatribe
against racism and urban poverty are reminiscent of Nina Simone in
their quivering indignation. After this album, however, Tracy Chapman
had made her point and seemed to lose interest in her career.
David Stubbs, Amazon.co.uk
Tracy Chapman's self-titled debut album of 1988 was an incredibly tough
act to follow, but the folk-rocker delivered an inspired sophomore
effort with Crossroads. While it falls short of the excellence of her
stunning debut, Crossroads is a heartfelt, honest offering that's well
worth obtaining. Dedicated to South African freedom fighter Nelson
Mandela, the anthemic "Freedom Now" is one of Chapman's best protest
songs. Equally compelling is "Subcity," a lament for the poor,
disenfranchised underclass that stands on the outside of the American
Dream looking in. Much of the time, however, Chapman isn't going for
immediacy — introspective and subtle, songs like "Bridges," "Be
Careful of My Heart" and "All That You Have is Your Soul" require at
least several listenings in order to be fully appreciated.
Alex Henderson, All-Music Guide
In the wake of the triumphant musical and marketplace success of her
self-titled debut, one would think it next to impossible for Tracy
Chapman to again capture the hearts and minds of the public in such a
strong and uncompromising fashion as she did last year-such was her
acclaim that her downcast face and jumbo Spanish guitar became the
instantly recognizable image of what to many was "the year of the
female singer/songwriter." Well, sure enough, a year later she returns,
honing and refining her art to produce a second batch of modern folk
melodies that rivals and might even surpass the promises of her
auspicious debut. Again produced with steady hands and a lot of heart
by David Kershenbaum, Crossroads features some of Chapman's most
hauntingly beautiful vocals to date (Joan Armatrading comparisons are
inevitable), as she continues to address the deeply personal,
soul-baring topics that first set her apart (the titles "Material
World," "Freedom Now" and "All That You Have Is Your Soul" reveal the
album's most prevalent subject matter) with only slightly more
instrumentation than before-it's still not really necessary to her
impact. More a reaffirmation and solidification of her vocal and
songwriting stature than a move forward to new ground, Crossroads
offers more of the startling honesty and urgency that made her debut so
special.
Altes, furchtbares Dilemma der zweiten Platte nach einem erfolgreichen
Debüt. Es gibt nur zwei Möglichkeiten: Entweder der
Künstler baut auf seinem Erfolg auf -- dann ist alles gut. Oder er
versucht zu kopieren, womit er schon mal Geld verdient hat -- dann
kann's böse enden. Tracy Chapman lieferte mit Crossroads ein
solides Album ab, hielt sich aber musikalisch streng an ihr sehr
erfolgreichen Debüt Tracy Chapman. Allzu streng. So tritt mit der
Zeit beim Hören von Crossroads das Gefühl ein, daß man
(sehr) ähnliches von ihr schon mal ein wenig besser gehört
hat. Fast hörbar dabei scheint die Sorge um ihre eigene
Glaubwürdigkeit nach dem großen Erfolg zu sein: Die Platte
klingt gewollt kritisch, die Inhalte sind oft angestrengt politisch
(etwa bei "Material World").
Trotzdem sind auch auf der zweiten Veröffentlichung der
amerikanischen Sängerin einige Perlen versteckt: "Be Careful With
My Heart" ist ein wunderbares Liebeslied, "Subcity" verpackt
bitterbösen Text in eine fast zärtliche Melodie. Und bei
aller Kritik muß hoffnungslos scheitern, wer versucht, sich ihrer
bemerkenswerten Stimme zu entziehen. "All That You Have Is Your Soul"
etwa ist eines der schönsten Lieder, das Tracy Chapman je gesungen
hat. Wer sich damit abfindet, daß nicht jeder Tag ein Sonntag
ist, wird auch an Crossroads Freude haben.
Michael Ebert, Amazon.de
Tracy Chapmans Debüt, dreifach Grammy-dekoriert, neun Millionen
Mal ver- kauft, war eins der erfolgreichsten überhaupt. Am
Scheideweg Crossroads ent- schied sie zugunsten der Kontinuität.
Die Produktion ist delikat, pur audio- phil; die Arrangements sind -
bei vertrauter Stilpalette - gespickt mit er- lesenen Zutaten wie
gedämpfter Jazztrompete oder hauchzartem Cello-Flor. Perfekt!
Die populärste Repräsentantin des Akustik-Trends bleibt ihrem
schon zum Mar- kenzeichen gewordenen Sound treu. Wieder singt Tracy
Chapman zehn Lieder von ergreifender Schlichtheit und
Natürlichkeit. Ihre Themen kreisen um Abschied und Aufbruch,
vergammelte Großstadtgettos, die Hohlheit materieller Güter,
politische Gefangene und Männer, die ihre Frauen bevormunden. Eine
Star-Rie- ge von der US-Westküste besorgte ein schon fast zu
perfektes Instrumentalge- rüst, neue Akzente setzen Akkordeon,
Mandoline, Violine, Cello und Neil Young als Gast am Piano.
Recorded at Powertrax Studio, Hollywood, California. On her second
album, Tracy Chapman goes the traditional singer-songwriter
route--think Carly Simon, James Taylor, etc.--by largely writing about
the effects on her life of the unexpected success of her first album.
The title track, standard blues imagery aside, is as self-analytical
and autobiographical as any one of Joni Mitchell's early '70s albums.
Other songs, like "Material World," address the same concerns in more
subtle fashion. Elsewhere, Chapman looks at freedom and oppression in
such songs as the Nelson Mandela tribute "Freedom Now" and "All That
You Have is Your Soul." Chapman and producer David Kershenbaum add
subtle touches like horns, slide guitar (courtesy of Neil Young), and
accordion, opening up the guitar-and-voice canvas of her self-titled
debut and fleshing out the strongly melodic songs without overpowering
them.
CDUniverse.com
Last year's debut album by Tracy Chapman held the promise that the
Boston-based singer-songwriter is that rarest of artists: one whose
lyric and musical vision transcends the normal boundaries of category
and intent. Chapman's impressive second album, Crossroads, affirms that
her debut was no fluke; yet Crossroads is so similar to Tracy Chapman
that it seems less like a second album than the second part of its
predecessor. Most frustratingly, it fails to answer the question of
whether Chapman – who came on the scene as a mature and
full-blown artist – is capable of leading popular music someplace
where it's never been before.
Chapman's ascent to the forefront of the music scene has been
breathtaking in its speed. Just three months after the release of her
first album, Chapman performed for a worldwide television audience of
millions at the Nelson Mandela Freedomfest; by September 1988, she was
headlining Amnesty International's global Human Rights Now! Tour along
with Bruce Springsteen, Peter Gabriel and Sting. That Chapman could
move such a broad audience on the strength of one album is testimony to
the power of her vision and clarity of style. Considering Chapman's
depth of talent, one would like to think that her artistic success is
based on a willingness to take chances rather than on having found a
comfortable style.
More than anything, the promise that Chapman holds as an artist is
engendered in her composition "Fast Car." A "Born to Run" for the
disenfranchised, it proved unequivocably that Chapman is capable of
building universal themes out of the most straightforward and unadorned
stylistic components. Perhaps to her detriment, its brilliance
justifies applying a yardstick to Chapman's work that few in pop music
can measure up to.
By that or any other yardstick, Crossroads is hardly a failure. With
the exception of the title track and the song "All That You Have Is
Your Soul," Chapman neatly avoids one of the most common pitfalls of
the Second Album: plumbing the angst of sudden fame. The self-indulgent
complaint of the hand-wringing sensitive soul caught in the commercial
crush of success is often heard when, after a lifetime of crafting
songs for a first album that proves a success, an artist discovers the
only condition he or she now has the opportunity to consider is life in
the spotlight. That's not the stuff upon which work of universal appeal
is constructed, and more often it leads down an insular and blind alley.
Surprisingly, "Crossroads" proves one of Chapman's finest moments on
record. If the song's lyric setup – that the record executives
and fans now placing so many demands on Chapman are demons intent on
dragging her soul to hell – is too narrow, it is saved by the
song's rich arrangement and heartfelt delivery. Like the rest of the
album, "Crossroads" breaks little new ground for Chapman musically. But
its subtly shaded percussion, pizzicato violin and lilting accordion
give new muscle to Chapman's previously bareboned presentation.
As with Tracy Chapman, the ten songs on Crossroads focus on social
inequality and personal relationships. "Freedom Now," which Chapman
performed on the Amnesty International tour, and "Born to Fight" are
among the album's best political offerings – plain-spoken and
irrefutable. "Subcity," which speaks of the gulf between America's rich
and poor, is Dylanesque in its use of harmonica but fails to pack the
lyric punch of the last album's "Fast Car" or "Across the Lines," which
both depicted similar terrain. And when Chapman says the problem is
that "government and big business pull the purse strings," vision is
replaced by rhetoric.
Similarly, love songs like "Be Careful With My Heart" and "This Time"
are succinct and thoughtful yet strikingly similar in tone to earlier
compositions like "Baby Can I Hold You" and "For You."
Since the release of her first album, Chapman has toured exclusively as
a solo artist. Yet Crossroads boasts many of the musicians who appeared
on her debut, including bassist Larry Klein, drummer Denny Fongheiser
and keyboardist Jack Holder. Perhaps the nightly interaction that
touring together would have brought could have taken Chapman in a new
direction. And producer David Kershenbaum, crucial in solidifying the
acoustic-electric fusion of Chapman's debut album, seems satisfied to
simply replicate it.
Crossroads is the kind of self-assured, mature album that few artists
can make. It's just that Chapman has now made it twice – and it's
troubling to consider that for all her talent this could be as far as
Chapman is willing to venture. As she puts it on "Crossroads," "I'm
trying to protect what I keep inside/All the reasons why I live my
life." But examining all those reasons is precisely what the artistic
process is about.
FRED GOODMAN, Rolling Stone
(RS 562) Posted: Oct, 5 1989
All you folks think you own my life
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
I'm standing at the crossroads of the hell
I look to the left I look to the right
There're hands that grab me on every side
All you folks think I got my price
At which I'll sell all that is mine
You think money rules when all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell
I'm trying to protect what I keep inside
All the reasons why I live my life
Some say the devil be a mystical thing
I say the devil he a walking man
He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
He try to tell you what you want
Try to tell you what you need
Standing at the point
The road it cross you down
What is at your back
Which way do you turn
Who will come to find you first
Your devils or your gods
All you folks think you run my life
Say I should be willing to compromise
I say all you demons go back to hell
I'll save my soul save myself
Bridges
All the bridges that you burn
Come back one day to haunt you
One day you'll find you're walking
Lonely
Baby I
Never meant to hurt you
Sometimes the best intentions
Still don't make things right
But all my ghosts they find me
Like my past they think they own me
In dreams and dark corners they surround me
Till I cry I cry
Let me take this time to set the record straight
Let me take this time to take it all back
Let me take this time to tell you how I felt
Let me take this time to try and make it right
But you can
Walk away
Be all alone
Spend all your time
Thinking about the way things used to be
If love feels right
You work it out
You don't give it up
Baby
Anybody tell you that
Anybody tell you that
Anybody tell you that
You should take some time maybe sleep on it tonight
You should take some time baby hear the words I said
You should take some time think about your life
You should take some time before you throw it all away
I ain't got the time
To sit here and wait around
But I got the time
If you say I'm what you want
Freedom now
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping soon he'd die
That his body and spirit would waste away
And soon after that his mind
But every day is born a fool
One who thinks that he can rule
One who says tomorrow's mine
One who wakes one day to find
The prison doors open the shackles broken
And chaos in the street
Everybody sing we're free free free free
Everybody sing we're free free free free
Everybody sing we're free free free free
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping his memory'd die
That the people forget how he once led
And fought for justice in their lives
But every day is born a man
Who hates what he can't understand
Who thinks the answer is to kill
Who thinks his actions are god's will
And he thinks he's free free free free
Yes he thinks he's free free free free
He thinks he's free free free free
Soon must come the day
When the righteous have their way
Unjustly tried are free
And people live in peace I say
Give the man release
Go on and set your conscience free
Right the wrongs you made
Even a fool can have his day
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Free our bodies free our minds
Free our hearts
Freedom for everyone
And freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Material world
You in your fancy
Material world
Don't see the links of chain
Binding blood
Our own ancestors
Are hungry ghosts
Closets so full of bones
They won't close
Call it upward mobility
But you've been sold down the river
Just another form of slavery
And the whole man-made white world
Is your master
You in your fancy
Material world
Create in your own image
A supreme god
Your virgin mary
Your holy ghosts
Claimed to be pure of heart
Have hands that are stained with blood
You in your fancy
Material world
Don't see the links of chain
Binding
Be careful of my heart
You and your sweet smile
You and your tantalizing ways
You and your honey lips
You and all the sweet things that they say
You and your wild wild ways
One day you just up and walked away
You left me hurting
But I can forgive you for that now
You taught me something
Something took half my life to learn
When you give all yourself away
Just tell them to be careful of your heart
Be careful of my heart, heart
Be careful of this heart of mine
Be careful of my heart, heart
It just might break and send some splinters flying
Be careful of my heart, heart
Be careful
You you you
You you you
You you you
Took my love
Thought you took it all
You you you
You you you
You you you
Took my love
And now you're gone
But I'm not breaking down
And I'm not falling apart
I just lost a little faith
When you broke my heart
Given a chance
I might try it again
But I wouldn't risk it all this time
I'd save
A little love for myself
Enough for my heart to mend
A little love for myself
One day I just might love again
One day some sweet smile might turn my head
One day I just might give all myself away
One day
One day
One day
Subcity
People say it doesn't exist
'Cause no one would like to admit
That there is a city underground
Where people live everyday
Off the waste and decay
Off the discards of their fellow man
Here in subcity life is hard
We can't receive any government relief
I'd like to please give Mr. President my honest regards
For disregarding me
They say there's too much crime in these city streets
My sentiments exactly
Government and big business hold the purse strings
When I worked I worked in the factories
I'm at the mercy of the world
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
They say we've fallen through the cracks
They say the system works
But we won't let it
Help
I guess they never stop to think
We might not just want handouts
But a way to make an honest living
Living this ain't living
What did I do deserve this
Had my trust in god
Worked everyday of my life
Thought I had some guarantees
That's what I thought
At least that's what I thought
Last night I had another restless sleep
Wondering what tomorrow might bring
Last night I dreamed
A cold blue light was shining down on me
I screamed myself awake
Thought I must be dying
Thought I must be dying
Born to fight
They're tryin' to take away my pride
By stripping me of everything I own
They're tryin' to hurt me inside
And make me into a white man's drone
But this one's not for sale
And I was born to fight
I ain't been knocked down yet
I was born to fight
I'm the surest bet
There ain't no man no woman
No beast alive that can beat me
'Cause I'm born to fight
They're tryin' to dig into my soul
And take away the spirit of my god
They're tryin' to take control
And monitor my every thought
I won't let down my guard
And I was born to fight
I ain't been knocked down yet
I was born to fight
I'm the surest bet
There ain't no man no woman
No beast alive that can beat me
'Cause I'm born to fight
A hundred years
Baby sweet baby
Won't you please
Come on back home to me
I've been so lonely
These few days feel like
A hundred years
How you make me worry baby
How you make me worry about you
Here I am I'm knowing
That I can't live without you
Here I am thinking
Someday we make this a long time thing
Here I am I'm knowing
That I would do most anything
If you keep on loving me
Baby
Baby sweet baby
I've been waiting
Seem like waiting is all I do
Don't say you won't come back to me
And make me have to go aout chasing after you
We get in a fight
You stay out late
You have no idea
How much you make me worry baby
Called everyone in town
I think you know
So come on now
Come on come on
Back home
Baby sweet baby
I'm a fool in love
But I still got my pride too
I'll wait a little longer
I'll suffer for my heart
Then I'll go find someone to worry about me
As much as I worry about you
This time
This time
I won't show I'm vulnerable
This time
I won't give in first
This time
I will hold out with my love
This time
I will not be hurt
I'm gonna love myself
More than anyone else
I'm gonna treat me right
I'm gonna make you say
That you love me first
And you'll be the one with the most to lose tonight
This time
This time
I won't let my emotions rule my life
This time
I'm gonna keep my heart locked safe inside
This time
I'm gonna be my own best friend
This time
I'm gonna be the one
To win
Your love
Your affection
To hide
My fear
Of rejection
This time
All that you have is your soul
Oh my mama told me
'Cause she say she learned the hard way
Say she wanna spare the children
She say don't give or sell your soul away
'Cause all that you have is your soul
Don't be tempted by the shiny apple
Don't you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
'Cause all that you have is your soul
I was a pretty young girl once
I had dreams I had high hopes
I married a man he stole my heart away
He gave his love but what a high price I paid
And all that you have is your soul
Why was I such a young fool
Thought I'd make history
Making babies was the best I could do
Thought I'd made something that could be mine forever
Found out the hard way one can't possess another
And all that you have is your soul
I thought thought that I could find a way
To beat the system
To make a deal and have no debts to pay
I'd take it all take it all I'd run away
Me for myself first class and first rate
But all that you have is your soul
Here I am waiting for a better day
A second chance
A little luck to come my way
A hope to dream a hope that I can sleep again
And wake in the world with a clear conscience and clean hands
'Cause all that you have is your soul
All that you have
All that you have
All that you have
Is your soul