Gillian Margot – all vocals
Anthony Wonsey – piano, organ, Rhodes, Wurlitzer, Juno
Richie Goods – acoustic & electric basses
Kendrick Scott – drums, percussion, cajon
Roxy Coss – soprano saxophone & bass clarinet
Freddie Bryant – guitar
Jeremy Pelt* – trumpet
Recorded and mixed at The Bunker Studio in Brooklyn, New York, NY.
Additional mixing and mastering by Katsuhiko Naito at Avatar Studios, New York, NY.
Melody and lyrics for Yesterday’s Blues written by Gillian Margot.
All arrangements by Jeremy Pelt, except “I Wish I Were In Love Again,”
arranged by Anthony Wonsey.
*Jeremy Pelt appears courtesy of Highnote Records.
Vocal arrangements by Gillian Margot
Produced By Jeremy Pelt
Executive Producer Tony Haywood
Associate Producer Gillian Margot
Art
Photography by Jacob Blickenstaff
Artwork and Layout by R.Kelly Clipperton
Butterfly Logos by Marina Duque
© COPYRIGHT AND PUBLISHED 2015. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. DUPLICATION OR REPRODUCTION IS PROHIBITED BY LAW. HIPNOTIC RECORDS | 502 H STREET, SW WASHINGTON, DC 20024, USA.
Original Lyrics
Black Butterfly (a.k.a. Ebony Moonbeams)
Music by George Cables | Lyrics by Gillian Margot
Ebony, golden hues, blacks and blues
They’re leaving clues
Bright moonbeams too… inviting you
To play along …for a song …in a
Nocturnal symphony
In from light years away
The essence of night………
(night into day)
Asleep in a deep reverie
Black butterfly
Eclipsing light… tonight
Effervescent streams,
Dancing dreams,
All-abiding moonbeams
On a magical flight
A bathing light ………..
(beau-ty of night)
As I sleep in my deep reverie
Black butterfly
Eclipsing light… tonight
Effervescent streams,
Dancing dreams,
All-abiding moonbeams
On a magical flight
A bathing light ………..
(beau-ty of night)
© Copyright 2014. Gillian Margot.
Black Butterfly (a.k.a. Ebony Moonbeams) Lyrics
Yesterday's Blues
By Gillian Margot
My Baby’s always busy
He says he got so much work to do
I said my Baby’s always busy, ‘cause he’s got so much hard work to do
That’s right he’s working hard on a woman
And playing me for a fool
Now I know better
than to call my Baby home
Yes, I know better than to call that cheatin’ man to come home
‘cause when he comes he’ll just be cryin’ .. and
I rather spend my night alone
He says he’s coming home tomorrow
And this time he’s gonna stay
That’s right, he’s coming home tomorrow and this time he’s gonna stay
Well, he might come back to me tomorrow
But I was gone yesterday…