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A Toast
03:49
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Here’s to seeing all your ventures through
A glass to success and all that you choose to do
A problem will be taken in hand
And shown the chute or the abattoir as fast as you can
The trade tricks
Will make your enemies sick
But you’re watched on high and forgiven
Lemme tell ya that I feel for you
Don’t you know I have a deal for you
And some buddies that’ll steal for you
Shamelessly
How pathetically steady
Are the ethically heavy
But you have mercenaries with the coarseness you crave
A blue-eyed smile and an airbrushed mind
A room full of tables and venetian blinds
An attitude to failure that is less than kind
I can’t breathe in the forest that is set on fire
And now I’m wondering what to say to you
No one’s looking for the saint in you
In fact they’re leaning towards voodoo
The courts are going to push the judgment through
As your family does the boo hoo hoo
So here’s to seeing all your ventures through
Lemme tell ya that I feel for you
Remember once I had a deal for you
Now I don’t know what to say to you
I’m not quite sure just what to say to you
I was wondering what to say to you
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2. |
Falling Deeper
03:49
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I seem to have overlooked
What you needed right from the start
Not so much overlooked
As felt the fear deep inside my heart
Sorry
I seem to have overstepped
The line drawn in the air
I’ve gotta give myself to you but I’m so upset with myself
And babe
You’ve been more than fair
Strapped for vital worth
I see the same signs
And make the same rhymes
I’ve written, said and played for a lifetime
It’s a dance that I do
At least I’m told
I don’t entirely disagree
Y’see
I’m strapped for vital worth
I seem to have overlooked
And I seem to have overstepped
And if I follow all this advice I get
Some peace of mind
Some peace of mind
Some ease of thought
‘Cause looking down from here
It’s one hell of a drop
And it going to take something really terrible to get me to stop
Falling deeper
Falling deeper in love
Falling deeper
Falling deeper in love
Falling deeper
Falling deeper in love
Falling deeper
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Part I:
An unexpected breath can only mean
That something resonated through you
If only for a moment
It’s a moment I hope would last until tomorrow
It doesn’t have to be too long
No, it doesn’t have to be unduly long
Or does it
Soaked into
Fibers in layers that lead me to
The need to see you win again
I wanna see myself with you
Who, who can I turn to now
Do you like what’s going on
We can’t turn ourselves away
Who, who can I turn to now
Who, who
Wants to know a lonely swinger
Who, who
Wants to meet an aging shyster
Who, who
Wants to see this unawaresman
Who, who
Even cares about our subject
Who, who?
This unexpected breath can only mean
That something resonated through you
If only for a moment
It’s a moment I hope would last until tomorrow
It doesn’t have to be too long
No, it doesn’t have to be unduly long
Part II:
I swear I don’t want to belittle
The importance of meeting you
If you think the passage of time
Has diminished my thoughts, it’s true
I’ve been carried away for a long time
Laughing away your use
If I see you in time, and meanwhile
We stay away from each other
I’ll bring out the old adage again
And find truth in the must
Truth in the must
The floor crossing member sees the right thinking devotee
If you see the confusion on my face
You cross the floor away from me
And then where are we going to be
This unexpected breach can only make me ask
“Who am I going to turn to?”
“Who am I going to turn to?!?!”
Who, who
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4. |
Wide-Eyed Song
04:14
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Maybe it’s the change of the season
And maybe I feel like I’ve burnt all my bridges
You know I can’t provide
A simple life
And a wide-eyed song
There’s an overactive need
To find the match for the burn
It’s held in the hand of a friend
Before the change of scene
I’m happy I’m not alone
I’ve got a stable home
Tangled into a most woozy weave
Startled into a sloth-natured creep
I can’t get to sleep for the speed
Of my mind
Gotta get used to the leaves that are falling from the trees
I’m lucky I’m not alone
I’ve got a stable home
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5. |
This Week, Next Week
02:58
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I hope I have a week like this week, next week
That much I know
That much I know
I hope I have a week like this week, next week
That much I know
That much I know
I’m not one to get excited
But all the prospects of the last few days
Are on their way to being completed deals
All for the price of just a few evening meals
And stiletto heels
I’m feeling fine about the future
I think I’ve hit my stride insofar as my strut
Is as convincing as my colleagues’
The ladies
But my lifestyle makes me just as afraid
Of five o’clock shade
I am waiting for the day when all my weeks will be like this
I am waiting for the day when all my weeks will be like this
I hope I have a week like this week, next week
And all the fools who are laughing at me cry
The money for the operation
Is a tricky beast to collect my friend
But gathered right I will be bound for a tie
Or anyone down there who captures my eye
Or is willing to try
A funny mixture of confusion
And disgust remains on all the faces of those
Who look at nothing more than half of a man
And dare to soil the block where I’m honoured to stand
And adhere to the plan
I am waiting for the day when all my weeks will be like this
I am waiting for the day when all my weeks will be like this
I am waiting for the day when all my weeks will be like this
I hope I have a week like this week, next week
That much I know
That much I know
I am waiting for the day when all my weeks will be like this
I am waiting for that day
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6. |
Beaten Heart
04:29
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A stilted sort of candor-lit dinner
Culminates in
A fistful of finger food in your face
A black eye takes such a shining
On par with a run of the course
The food on your plate
On you it will wait
A puerilist
A pugilist dunce
My gloves are off with a string that runs ‘round my back
It won’t let me lose this comfort
A snarl that is worse than its bark
A treasonous one that tallies the tab and dashes away
Fine
A tip of the hat
I’m put in my place
It won’t let me lose this comfort
Warm as it throbs
Pulsing thoughts
My beaten heart
My beaten heart
My beaten heart
My beaten heart
My beaten heart won’t take it anymore
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I’ve always wanted to love you
And now I’ve got my chance
Don’t want to spoil things with romance
And things that are destined to sway you
I’ll yell “Free Bird!” at your show
And if I’m forced to I’ll fill your van with blow
Don’t think I’m your kind of guy
Commitment makes me feel shy
I don’t want to be brought down
I don’t want to be hung up
I don’t want to need to try
I just want to meet your eye
Whoa-oh
I think it’s love
I’m willing to burn my shirt
If you’ll take yours slowly off
Ooooh, that’s nice
I’ll commit acts ‘til I’m dry
There’s no rubber product I won’t try
Don’t think I’m your kind of guy
Commitment makes me feel shy
Don’t want to be brought down
Don’t want to be hung up
I don’t want to need to try
I just want (He just wants)
I just want (He just wants)
I just want (He just wants)
I just want (He just wants)
To meet your eye
I don’t want to lose the right to solitude
And if that sounds like being rude
I guess I’m better off alone
The occasional bone
I see the threshold of maturity
The honest truth is that
It’s scaring me
The phantom is looming presently
It’s encroaching on me
Na-na-na-na-na-now
Na-na-now na-na-now
Etc.
I don’t want to be brought down
I don’t want to be hung up
I don’t want to need to try
I just want to meet your eye
I don’t want to be brought down
I don’t want to be hung up
I don’t want to need to try
I just want to meet the eyes of Rick Wakeman
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8. |
Why Don't You?
02:48
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Why don’t you
Do the things
You should have done
And had ingrained
Long ago
And had to show
Before
Your youth was gone
Allot your time
Enhance your mind
It’s amazing how it changes
Prefer comfort
And doing things
Related to
Comfort
Exert just to relax
The cradle kidnaps another
Not me
Hopefully be
Happy to be
Not me
Why don’t you
Do the things
You should have done
And had ingrained
Long ago
And had to show
Before
Your youth was gone
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9. |
Flow
03:00
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Not in time
To follow the current
Not in time
To follow the river
A life sublime
And unencumbered
By this polluted flow
Hoods and studs are eyeing
The figure of this
She who's never toying
For an empty kind of sign
From every eye
If it's decent it gets done
A standard set safe for everyone
With friends flying off ad nauseam
Firmly planted in the bedrock of their hometown
A careless saunter in
And fortified
Beating on the skins
Later I thought I'd never walk again
But rose to the occasion
I've always wanted to be
Wading for you
I've always been
Waiting for you
Not in time
To want to follow the current
Not in time
To want to follow that river
You're sublime
And unencumbered
By this polluted flow
I'd climb this hill again
If you'd deign to be
A Jill just for my Jim
And if apocalypse begins
And it's all encumbered again
By this polluted flow
And an empty sign
Will be all there all there is
All there is
All there is
All there is
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10. |
She Minds Matters
06:33
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Well, there’s your chronic schadenfreude
And I’m no marquis
As you can see
I’m more a man-child remaking his caul
I send my fondest regard
And I watch and wait on my guard
And “Damn it” I quietly say
And reluctantly mute the string
That beguiled me so with its tone
You’re a girl that minds matters
Yeah
You’re a girl that minds, minds matters
I’m into making our life better
If you’re into making it better
Even if I have to shout
You freak out
Yeah
It’s so rare to see you relax
It’s so rare to see you relax
But that is merely what this fool can see
Or this fool believes
His skills are lax
So “Damn it” I finally say
And reluctantly mute the string
That beguiled me most with its tone
And caused me most to sing
If you want to make it better
You’re a girl that minds matters
Yeah
You’re a girl that minds, minds matters
You’re a girl that minds matters
Yeah
You’re a girl that minds, minds matters
What a delight to be crushed
By such insensitive hues
You could paint me
Black and blue
You could stain me ‘til I shine
You could brush me off
Say I’m a lacker in so many ways
You could say a thousand words
You could just kick me where it hurts
And all because you’re so delightfully insensitive
I’m still thinking about remaking that caul
Just a little bit
Just a little
Just a little
You are a girl who minds matters
You are a girl that minds, minds matters
You are a girl who minds matters
You are a girl that minds, minds matters
If you want to make it better
I want it better
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11. |
Blind To The Picture
02:44
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I know a lady
Who says you can’t see the picture
When you’re standing in the frame
I don’t see her daughter
And thus not the lady
But that wisdom has remained
Blind to the picture
Blind to what we’ve done
Blind to the picture
Blind to what goes on
Some stopgap information
Is making the way to reparations
And just being friends again
We’re wasting lives
One more reprise
Blind to the picture
Blind to what we’ve done
Blind to the picture
Blind to what goes on
If I were trading
My space inside the picture
You know I’d end up
Just the same
What have we done
To give
Each other room
To be themselves
And frame themselves
Frame themselves
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12. |
The New Hiss
03:22
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The Swedes have hit the pop charts
And I'm hanging out with old farts
Liking the music of the past
Loving home and country
And I cannot get my country
This rotten shambles cannot last
No longer weeping about it
Fearfully I'm often laughing about it
Over and over
The wool is pulled down
A little further than the time before
All expert opinions have been laid to rest
The troops lined up outside
Waiting for the party to begin
Pretty soon they all doubled up
And cloned around for the cameras
...putting pictures in my life
Making themselves the mother
Of a blinding situation
So guarded
In the rec room I've got a wreck's womb
It's my policy to think about you
But how many promises are broken
After you leave the campaign trail
..and now I'm
No longer weeping
No longer holding
Weights and shackles
To ensure debacles,
Petrification and about-facin'
I have turned a leaf
That will not
Wilt until I
Fall back into these...
Blues have hit the pop charts
And I'm hanging out with old farts
Liking the music of the past
Loving home and country
And I cannot get my country
It cannot last
I'm old before my time
The unemployment line
Situation's fine
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James William Scott Toronto, Ontario
Toronto-based composer. Plays drums and keyboards. Sings a bit. Drums with Heavy Ethics, Hot Wax Meltdown and Strange Brood. Keyboards with Polite Society.
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