Backroads is made possible by the Minnesota Arts and Cultural Heritage fund.

With money by the vote of the people November 4th, 2008.

Let's take our hearts and run with the season to a cabin in the trees down a winding road where nobody knows and you can tell me what you got going on in your mind.

Let's get away ain't got much It's getting cold, baby is cold outside in these m-i-n-n-n-e-s sota pines and these M-i-n-n-n-e-sota skies.

Won't you run with me where the wildflowers grow free, I got a picture in my head.

Come all your worries, all your broken hearted stories and lay them all to rest.

What you are going on in your mind?

Let's get away ain't got much time.

It's getting cold, baby it's cold outside in these M-i-n-n-n-e-sota pines and these M-i-n-n-e-sota skies.

What you got goin' on in your mind?

Let's get away, ain't got much time.

It's getting cold, baby it's cold outside in these M-i-n-n-n-e-sota pines and these M-i-n-n-n-e-sota skies.

Instrumental.

My name is Rachel Ianiro.

I'm from Detroit Lakes, Minnesota.

My style of music I would kind of generally put it into, it's hard to put it into a box but I would say more country.

Growing up I listened to a lot of classic rock in the garage with my dad and country and I think I kind of gravitated towards the country but I still like the sound of the classic rock too so.

Backwoods and flashlights we dare to go inside that old abandoned building down the road.

Seventeen and looking for trouble.

Can't make your mark if your heart ain't rebeled and mama tried to warn me about boys like you I know.

Mama's on the front porch wondering where I'm at.

If you don't get me home I hope she don't find out that we were sneaking out in the middle of the night, driving fast with me on your right.

We're done for if daddy ever found us out and we were runnin' from the flashing lights behind, knew we were dead but we felt so alive.

Two kids and partners in crime, I swear.

With you I'd go anywhere just take me there.

Town rules and curfews I always seem to break those with you but I didn't care.

We were having fun and we were at cross roads with a full tank of gas, putting pennies on railroad tracks, where we spun our tires till the moon replaced the sun.

Mama's on the front porch asking daddy where I'm at.

If you don't get me home I hope they don't find out that we are sneaking out in the middle of the night, driving fast with me on your right.

We're done for if daddy ever found us out.

And we were out running from the flashing lights behind, knew we were dead but we felt so alive.

Two kids and partners in crime I With you I'd go anywhere, just take me there.

Mama's on the front porch and daddy's loading his gun.

If you don't get me home, boy you better run cause we were sneaking out in the middle of the night, driving fast with me on your right.

We're done for if daddy ever found us out.

Oh, ever found us out.

We were runnin' behind, knew we were dead, but we felt so alive.

Two kids and partners in crime I swear.

With you I'd go anywhere, just take me there, California or far away, somewhere just take me there.

What are the odds I'd run into you.

We haven't talked since she made you choose.

It was either me or her and you knew she made you feel alone but she was something you could show off and I guess I should have known that you'd come crawling back soon as she was gone.

You asked how have you've been like nothing's wrong and just because you look so good don't mean you win me back.

You could say you made a mistake but that don't change the past.

You don't get to come around here and tell me I look beautiful.

You don't get to tell me you miss me when it's your fault I'm gone and you can't say that you're sorry cause know that's not, that you're only sorry now that I'm all you got.

So you don't get to come around here.

You'll never know how many tears I cried or how many hours I spent up at night trying to convince myself that I'm better off without you and now that you've come back around I finally believe that it's true.

You don't get to come around here and tell me I look beautiful.

You don't get to tell me you miss me when it's your fault I'm gone and you can't say that you're sorry cause I know that you're not.

You're only sorry now that I'm all you got.

So you don't get to come around here.

You say you miss me and you don't have a clue how long I've wanted to hear that from you but it's a little too late and I'm tired of this hell so hear me when I say save it for someone else.

Cause, you don't get to come around here and tell me I look beautiful.

You don't get to tell me you miss me when's it's your fault I'm gone.

You can't say that you're sorry cause I know that you're not.

You're only sorry now that I'm all you got.

So you don't get to come around here.

Oh no, oh no.

Instrumental.

I really wanted to learn guitar when I was young and then I got piano lessons to kind of understand it a little better and I didn't stick with the piano because I wanted to learn guitar so bad.

Then I picked up my guitar when I was almost 16 and taught myself.

I'm not sure what gave me the push to want to perform.

I guess it was just people telling me like I should go public with my songs because I was kind of I'd sit in my room and my mom would be like oh that's so good and I'm like no you're just my mom like you can you always say that but I think it was kind of just people telling me you have to try it and then I'm glad I did so.

There is a house upon a hill where I am certain I was killed and if that thought is ill, then the whiskey will.

I had a dream the other night where the trees all came to life and the crows had eyes but nothing was alive.

Something doesn't feel right.

What's creeping in the moonlight?

It's getting hazy.

Is my mind playing tricks on me?

No, he didn't.

I know he did.

Must've slipped and hit my head.

Haunted by his pretty sins.

My heart bleeds, have mercy.

I heard the honing of a knife and the chills shot down my spine.

Nothing in the night but I saw his eyes.

Run but you can't hide and I've never seen a ghost from this side set me free.

Like he even cared about me.

It's getting hazy.

Is my mind playing tricks on me?

No he didn't, I know he did.

Must've slipped and hit my head.

Haunted by his pretty sins.

My heart bleeds have mercy.

Ohhh.

Wish I could turn around.

I see him in the shadows of that house and I can't scream.

Tell me it's a dream cause it's getting hazy.

Am I going crazy?

It's getting hazy, Is my mind playing tricks on me?

No he didn't, I know he did.

Must've slipped and hit my head.

Haunted by his pretty sins.

My heart bleeds baby please have mercy.

Have mercy.

There is a house upon a hill where I am certain I was killed and if that thought is ill, I hope the whiskey will.

I guess I kind of come at songwriting from a couple different angles.

It just depends on what inspires me in the moment.

Sometimes I hear a cool little riff on my guitar and I'll put words to it and sometimes I just hear somebody say something and I'm like that sounds like a song and I'll start writing a little bit of the lyrics and I'll find a melody to it.

I would say a lot of them are stories.

Some of them do relate to my life and some of them don't and no one will ever know which ones.

Field of dandelions, you always found me there.

Your friend said you got cooties because you put a flower in my hair.

I wanted to play in the treehouse but they said "no girls allowed" so you followed me to the playground and pushed me on the merry-go-round.

Round and round and round we go.

As long as I got your hand to hold.

The fire flies are flashing gold and they take me places only I know and we sing ooooo, ooooo.

I've dreamed of this day and now it's come true.

You love me and you bet that I love you.

I gave my heart to you a long, long time ago and now that we've said I do, baby, spin me on the dancing floor.

Round and round and round we go.

As long as I got your hand to hold.

Your eyes they sparkle shades of gold and they take me places only I know.

And we sing ooooo,ooooo.

Take me to the county fair, I'd love to see the lights with you.

There the Ferris wheel awaits and there's one more seat for two.

Round and round and round we go.

As long as I got your hand to hold.

The fireworks turn skies to gold.

And they take us places only we know ooooo,ooooo,ooooo,ooooo.

You tell me to wait for you.

I'll tell you no way.

You say I ain't right for you cause you know you ain't right for me and just like a cigarette cries in the dead of the night, I'll be your worst regret but hey at least I'm on your mind.

Singing that song walking down the street.

Got your hands in your pockets and your eyes on me.

I got you right where I want you to be.

Well I know you ain't right for me it's true but I think I could be the best bad thing for you.

So rather than playing it by the rules, I think I could think of something better to do.

Yeah, I think I could be the best bad thing for you.

Well, I got a gypsy soul, I ain't made to stay but I'll keep you holding on.

Then I'll hit you like a hurricane.

See I ain't the type of girl that's trying to settle you down.

I'll be for a good time so what you say for now... keep singing that song driving fast with me, while the blue lights chase us down a dead end street.

I got you right where you don't wanna be.

I know you ain't right for me, it's true.

But I think I could be the best bad thing for you.

So rather than playing it by the And I'm not trying to be what you need, just what you think that you need boy.

I want to be the one bad mistake, you kinda glad that you made boy.

When you're humming that song sitting in the bar with your hand on the bottle and my name on your arm.

I'm long gone but I'm never that far.

I know you ain't right for me it's true but I think I could be the best bad thing for you.

So rather than playing it by the Woah, for you, Woah, don't tell me to wait for you.

Nooooooo Heyy.

The Minnesota music scene has been really wonderful.

I have a lot of really good supporters.

I think they just like to hear live music rather than the radio.

My favorite part about performing my music is probably seeing people's reactions to it and when you see somebody actually listening to your song there's nothing like it because it's like oh they want to hear me.

It's kind of weird but.

All right this one is Blacktop Queen.

Roll the throttle, hammer down on the engine.

She's matching thunder while I'm chasing lightning.

Dressed in leather feeling every gear.

I'm light as a feather watch me disappear.

Yeah, I'm outta here.

I'm the phantom in a red bandanna, yeah I'm riding that chrome on a blacktop road.

Feel that engine hummin, sense a storm is coming and I'm free.

Might be the death of me, blacktop queen.

Most swear I have a death wish but I'm just hooked on such a heavenly sin.

This is livin' and I do it well.

I'm half way to heaven on the highway to hell.

Hear freedoms bell.

I'm the phantom in a red bandana, Yeah, I'm riding that chrome on a blacktop road.

Feel that engine hummin', sense the storm is coming and I'm free.

Might be the death of me.

Blacktop queen.

Got my face, got my hair in the wind and I cut right through it.

It's a curse, it's a drug, Oh lord but it's a beautiful one and I'm riding my high, I could kiss the sky.

I'm the phantom in a red bandana.

Yeah I'm riding that chrome on a blacktop road.

Feel that engine hummin, sense a storm is coming and I'm free.

Lord, I know I'm free.

Belt driven sends the tires spinnin' and that rubber screams, A devils machine.

It's nothing but dust when I grip the clutch and set it free.

What'll be the death of me.

Blacktop Queen.

Backroads is made possible by the Minnesota Arts and Cultural Heritage fund with money by the vote of the people November 4th, 2008.