Fit For Mars

Album cover image for Jennifer Foster 'Fit for Mars'

CREDITS:

Produced by David Garza
Recorded by Mike Ensign at Studio 4, Los Angeles, CA
Mixed by Michael Phillip Wojewoda at Box Office Poison, Toronto
Additional recording by Jennifer Foster at Kanada Kid, Toronto
Mastered by Jeff Elliot at Reaction Studios, Toronto

All words and music by Jennifer Foster

vocals – Jennifer Foster
guitars – David Garza
bass – Mike Ensign
drums – Jay Belrose
keyboards – Dave Palmer

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PRESS:

Kid, you’ve got a great voice that you use with all the right inflections; you write real smart songs; and, equally important, you have a sarcastically wry sense of humor that’s so black it’s almost ultraviolet. In a day and age when female singers all sound like they were stamped from the same laconic sonic cookie cutter, you’ve got the powerful potential to be the next Grace Slick or Chrissie Hynde via Lene Lovich…
– CREEM Magazine

What an eccentric trip she takes us on – and what a weird, rewarding journey. For this release, Foster (late of The Pursuit of Happiness) seems to have adopted the all-over-the-place approach. There is Blondie-esque rock’n’roll here (“Dumb Down”), forlorn folk (“Homesick Homicide”), a gorgeous trippy dreamscape (“Fit For Mars”) and a back-porch jam session (“Flower”). And yet, as the record plays out like a series of look-ma-no-hands type demonstrations, Foster manages to fill each role with an authority that one can do little to fault. Ultimately, through this wild eclecticism Foster conveys a sense not only of her promise as a songwriter and performer, but of her remarkable range. And her band, comprised of accomplished session folk from the Los Angeles area, does most of the right things, and most the time. At any rate, nothing they do overpowers her enviable presence, her playful deliveries, her clever, peculiar lyrics. This is a good one, folks. Think Sarah Harmer, Aimee Mann, Dar Williams…
– Umbrella Music

Jen has the vivacious looks, the vocal hooks, and an engaging witty songwriting style that’ll playfully sucker-punch you when you least expect it and have you down on the floor looking up with a new-found respect before you even know what hit you. You can trust me when I tell you she’s that good.
– Metrotimes Detroit

Sporting pop-punk hooks and sophisticated folk-tinged arrangements, Fit For Mars is a remarkably eclectic EP by promising solo artist Jennifer Foster. The Toronto-based singer-songwriter may be best known as a member of the Pursuit of Happiness and it was no coincidence that former TPOH front-man, Moe Berg, co-produced Foster’s first album, Speedyhead. This time around she’s enlisted the help of producer/guitarist David Garza (Juliana Hatfield) and the result is a formidable follow-up… It’s a well-rounded second effort for Foster who is a gifted songwriter waiting to blossom.
– Exclaim!

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LYRICS:

DUMB DOWN
Oh my baby I’ve treated you so bad
I gotta be the worst you ever had
I’ve kept you all these years
crying all my television tears
you know you know, you don’t have any fun
feel so stupid look so dumb
in the makeup and the scarf
well I just can’t let you be who you are

Can you walk and talk and dumb down
breath in breathe out and dumb down
oh I do, I do, I dumb down

Here’s how to move and shake, come take my hand
to parties where the people just jabber
oh I’m just a fake, an old back-stabber
but just remember don’t ever play it straight
the worst are boring the best manipulate
it’s all through the eyes
I say my lines, I don’t apologize

Can you walk and talk and dumb down
breath in breathe out and dumb down
oh I do, I do, I dumb down

And what do you get, you get to do my dirty work
what do you get , you get to do my flirty work…

C’mon baby it’s not about the dough
my darlin don’t you know
you’re the dummy that I hung my dreams on
we can never let each other go

FIT FOR MARS
Do you wanna go colonizing space
well I read in the paper it’s the loneliest place
if you think too much
I wish I was, wish I might, I wonder where I am
and so according to the space program
I’ll never be fit for mars

Why can’t I go hang around the stars
am I fit for mars?

Staring down the sun for a trillionth time
well I might see an answer or a supernatural sign
god I think too much
I wish you were wish you might, cause I’m here every night
waiting here for you to step out of the light

Why can’t I go hang around the stars
am I fit for mars?
beautiful love, you outshine the stars
am I fit for mars?

I’m going now I’m floating on the diamond sky
and all these rockets are passing me by…

ZOMBIE
Don’t know who I was before
all I know is now I’m yours
in the black night, I can’t take another bite
oh no, too much to confess
I’m walking dead in a beautiful white dress
nobody knows… I’m your zombie

Through the shadow side
drag me to the river to the woods
beat me up, leave me black and blue
to stagger back home to you
nobody knows… I’m your zombie

When I open up my mouth
only ugly things come out
my hands are shaking –
you botched the perfect girl you were making
nobody knows… I’m your zombie

HOMESICK HOMICIDE
Where’s my undercover cop
where’s my shoe-shine doubt
where’s my junk-head flower boy
boy I sure stand out
how do I remember you
I killed you now what do I do,
do I do?

Number one’s too foolish
number two’s too sad
number three’s too clever for me
number four’s too big and bad
how do I remember you
I killed you now what do I do,
do I do?

Look up into your future
down into your past
look ahead and see the city
taking you out fast
how do I remember you
I killed you now what do I do,
do I do?

WATER’S RISING
If there’s any love at all I gotta find it right now
if there’s anybody cheering me on I gotta find them right now
water’s rising
water’s rising
to my eyes

If there’s any air at all I gotta get some right now
oh am I supposed to drown
I gotta get some
water’s rising
water’s rising
to my eyes

I shouldn’t have to sell myself on you
shouldn’t think I gotta prove how much I could love you
thought I wasn’t trying hard enough
now I’m going to call my bluff
I shouldn’t have to sell myself

Outside they’re sleeping on a street of humiliations
sweating on the sewing machines for the machine guns
oh water’s rising
water’s rising
to my eyes…

FLOWER
My mother thought I stole it from a garden
but I picked it in the marsh

Pick some, give them round
put it in your hair, drive downtown
they’re on the kitchen table
floating on the walls
they’re dancing on my dress
fear is a beautiful flower
folds its petals round
holds me in its fragrant soft and gentle power

Blue of need, green of greed
red of rage, pink and yellow gold,
oh let me hold you
fear is a beautiful flower

Garden party under the trees
drink in hand, little bit of breeze
words are falling like a gentle rain
feeding all the beautiful flowers
folds its petals round
holds me in its fragrant soft and gentle power

Chrysanthemum, rose and lily
great big bunch
brought ’em to me
the night he said he loved me
fear is a beautiful flower

SELF-ESTEEM SONG (I KNOW YOU LOVE ME)
I know you love me
I know you love me somewhere inside
but why can’t you show me
why can’t you just show me
once in awhile
I’m a good sort of girl
I guess you decided to give me a whirl
but you’re still not quite sold on me
I know you love me
but you don’t think much of me
most of the time
you take my songs and throw
them all out the window
because they don’t rhyme
you don’t like it when I talk
and if the sun’s shining you lock me indoors
while the rest are all dancing…

They say let go of what you love
so now I’m begging you –
please give me up, give me up, give me up
I know you love me
but why can’t you show me
once in awhile