Lisa/Liza is the lo-fi, psych-folk recording project of Maine-based guitarist, singer and songwriter Liza Victoria. Deserts of Youth is her debut LP, after numerous limited edition cassette and CDr releases. Deserts of Youth is an intimate collection of seven original songs, recorded at home by Victoria, using just her voice and her acoustic guitar.
"Deserts of Youth is an album about the parts of our past that remain within us, and visiting these landscapes with recognition of ourselves instead of a meditation on what has been lost, or is no longer a resource or a path we can use. It is about meeting the past and facing it with a sense of ownership instead of abandon; the idea that one can see a desert as a place of desolation or a place of needed reflection, full of life, and strength."
Praise for "Century Woods," the first single from Deserts of Youth:
"Carried on the lightest of breezes, ('Century Woods') manages to take on numerous foreboding shapes thanks to the fragile, spectral nature of Victoria’s utterly compelling lead vocal, that never once deviates from the path, never once stops to check whether anyone is following, but drags you through the entire piece regardless.
It’s a wonderful piece of work, a fragile expanse that seems to fold in on itself, like a forest slowly departing in the shrivelling, encroaching dusk."
-Tom Johnson, GoldFlakePaint
"'Century Woods' exists outside of time entirely. Victoria opens the song in a drifting, half-existent time signature, her careful, close-mic’d guitar lapping gently like sleepy waves at high tide. Her vocals reverberate powerfully without an ounce of reverb. The song’s dry production—seemingly no overdubs or effects at all—actually makes it sound even more mysterious: the magic is entirely in her performance. Six minutes in, as the song’s jazzy, Karen-Dalton-on-ambien melody begins to settle into your brain, it just kind of ends. The last sentence is left unfinished, the chord progression unresolved. Victoria’s haunting, imagistic dream logic is only beginning to reveal itself."
-Sam Sodomsky, Pitchfork
released September 9, 2016
All songs written, recorded, performed by Liza Victoria
Mixed by Nigel Stevens
Mastered by Owen Ashworth & Matthew Barnhart
Front and back cover by Brian Doody
Album layout by Andy Lobban
Special thanks to:
Owen, Nigel, J.D+Devin, solids+stripes, Mom+Dad+Cora, Peter, Michael H., Robin's Zodiac, Colby, Oak & The Axe, Hannah, Prof. Gavin, Michelle+Crystal and all who support and inspire me
Century Woods where the flowers grow, Some say scene angels come and go.
In Century Woods,
where an angel could.
Walk and tread not, to be bothered.
Walk and tread not to be bothered, Where no one ever has to answer.
Feeling moved by a Hollywood movie, less I belong, the more it soothes me.
Less I belong,
the more it woos me, in Century.
Don't think those kids
would ever learn, who called us trash- like they saw in the movies, I'd turn my back but your talking to me,
I'd turn my back but your talking through me.
Century Woods with an eagle's eyes, Knows how hard I often try,
Century Woods where the flowers grow, And time's the only self I've known. Time's the only self I've known.
Track Name: Another Window
One, Two Three, Four
It's the morning.
One Two Three Four,
Your keys are lying on the floor at the bottom of the bed.
One two three four,
It's the shadow of the morning.
Watch the light breath where the shadows began.
Standing on the street standing on ice- (water standing still).
I'll place a window, next to another, Just to watch the sun, rise twice. Things that remind you of another, Don't let them pass you by.
Track Name: Lady Day on the Radio
I went the part in the movie I like the best,
We rolled in at dark to the feeling, Lady Day, on the radio.
I'll answer the call if I need to,
collect every heartache that shines,
every penny that rolls I will stop on the dime, And collect on our luck every time.
I went to the part of the movie,
I like the best.
We rolled in at dark to the feeling Lady Day on the radio.
I'm making applesauce.
Every penny that rolls
I will stop on the dime Collect on the luck every time.
We rolled in at dark to the feeling, Lady Day on the radio.
Track Name: Wander
New Age crush
Makes the roses blush. And every colors brighter and every sound walks lighter.
We walk around the old part of town,
I never know where to go with new love, I never know where to go with old love.
Old friends- got them, Old friends- lost some.
We once plagued the countryside with our goodbye I never knew how to thank you,
I never knew how to show you your lie.
I never know where to go with old love.
It's a holiday- to wander, Sometimes we get in trouble, Because we wander
all the time.
I put off work, again, for tomorrow, So we could chat about the garden, And laugh about our stupid bosses.
I never know where to go, With new love.
I never know where to go, With old love.
Track Name: Red Pine
The Red Pine turns white, just as a Blue Spruce glows, in our living room.
And right now,
Lady Liberty floats down the ground Hollow candy in our mouths,
The only time that we get out
of getting outside.
When a bird whistles it makes no strange sound, And when a bird whistles it makes no strange sound.
The way things change-
has us making wings of leaves.
Some things stay the same too in their constant movement, Like the apples,
fall down every year,
So we can know what holds us here.
We can know
What holds us here.
And when a bird whistles it makes no strange sound.
Track Name: Prospect St
I want a house on Prospect Street I want my own
Place to be home.
Self doubt, who knows these colors?
I used to paint my house next to the others.
And baby, it's a long shot, I'm not a true painter, I'm not.
Saw you in the paper orange groves, You said who knows,
When the orange trees will bloom again, You know when
love makes room again.
baby it's a long shot, I'm not a true painter; I'm not.
Track Name: Deserts of Youth
Waking up in meadows where,
We were told to become
Deserts of Youth
And worship some, young, Teenage moon. Teenage moon,
Satellites they were White Knights, Taking pictures at heights,
So we could understand,
Peace or something grand.
Bring us back to the land- Peace or Something-grand. Teenage Moon.
Waking up in meadows where, we were told to become. The Desert of Youth,
It is young,
It is young.