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Fell Into Place
04:29
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Fell Into Place
Summer days down on the avenues
a gang of friends, there was me and you
There was Tommy and Marilyn and all the rest
Howling with laughter at each simple jest
Sit on the stairs that twist up to the flats
Jostle each other to let neighbours pass
Down to the park to play ball or shoot hoops
Whatever the score it’s the teams that we choose
Oh I remember that time in the rain, we stood in the puddles, I whispered your name
The warmth was the warmth of embrace,
The joy was the smile on your face
And everything fell into place, it was all right
Or maybe then take a dash to the lane
Where the thrill of the chase the name of the game
Hide in a shed with the moment’s best friend
Together forever, forever don’t end
Sharing it all, even want, even need
As heroes we stood as we traded our dreams
The magic was broken by my mother’s shout
dinner is ready but we drag to stay out
Oh I remember that time in the rain, we stood in the puddles, I whispered your name
The warmth was the warmth of embrace,
The joy was the smile on your face
And everything fell into place, it was all right
Summer nights down on the boardwalk
Stake a place with everyone’s jive talk
Who is the coolest (besides you and me)
At the Pav there is music reflecting the scene
Stray for a moment, slip from the light
Walk hand in hand out of every one’s sight
But who’s foolin’ who, it’s not even a guess
I stare in your eyes pull you tight to my chest
Oh I remember that time in the rain, we stood in the puddles, I whispered your name
The warmth was the warmth of embrace,
The joy was the smile on your face
And everything fell into place, it was all right
All that we had was the time on our hands
Late summer launched the craziest plans
climb to the roof to avoid all the heat
Another dimension, shooting the breeze
City Hall clock with its beckoning light
Would draw us like moths, the feeling’s all right
Choices were weighed on the monument’s steps
blow it all off, crash the dance at the Rec
Oh I remember that time in the rain, we stood in the puddles, I whispered your name
The warmth was the warmth of embrace,
The joy was the smile on your face
And everything fell into place, it was all right
© 2013 Dean Thomson / Richard Hastings
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2. |
Spark
04:17
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Spark
In a dream I see fire, in its flames is the image of you
It flickers, conspires, denies all of life’s other hues
The blaze has a rhythm, pulsating, induces a trance
The centre, a vision, you move in elaborate dance
A spark lights a thought, ignites the want, explodes into need
The heat of desire, our bodies now glisten with sweat
Temptation beckons, more fabulous with every step
Parched, my thirst yearns to be quenched with a brush of your lips
your breath steals mine as brazenly I steal a kiss
A spark lights a thought, ignites the want, explodes into need
Flesh turned electric, shocks answer to every caress
Sense and sensation, unfettered, won’t settle for less
Arms pulling closer, a melding of hips wrapped in thighs
A pleasure possessed of a wanting, a scream and a sigh
A spark lights a thought, ignites the want, explodes into need
Hunger sometimes finds expression in thoughts without words
Lovers define satisfaction that can’t vanquish urge
Bodies entwined move in union to each other’s whim
Consumed, lost in time, we collapse in the glow and the grin
A spark lights a thought, ignites the want, explodes into need
© 2013 Richard Hastings / Dean Thomson
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3. |
Lookin' to the Left
03:54
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Lookin' to the Left
We’re looking to the left
We’re looking to the right
We’ve nothing left to lose
We’re spoilin for a fight
We’re looking to the east
We’re looking to the west
We’re sending runners down
We’re picking off your best
We’re sniffin at the breeze
We’re checkin all the signs
We’re keeping on our toes
We’re guarding all the lines
We’re searching high and low
We’re looking all around
We’re flipping up the shades
We’re covering our ground
Swing batter, batter, batter (X3)
We’re looking to the left
We’re looking to the right
We’re dealing from the stretch
We’re busting in real tight
We’re looking to the north
We’re looking to the south
Surviving in the fields
We’re living hand to mouth
We’re searching high and low
We’re looking all around
We’re flipping up the shades
We’re covering our ground
We’re dealing from the stretch
We’re saving some for ‘last’
We’re pushing off the mound
We’re stepping on the gas
Swing batter, batter, batter (X 3)
We’re sitting on a deuce
It’s breaking fast and strange
We’re gonna set you up
And use the circle change
You think we’re on the ropes
And basing all our hopes
On a deuce that’s breaking fast
We’ll use the hammer last
We’re sniffin at the breeze
We’re checking all the signs
We’re staying on our toes
We’re guarding all the lines
We’re searching high and low
We’re looking all around
We’re flipping up the shades
We’re covering our ground.
Swing batter batter (X 6)
© 2013 Dean Thomson / Richard Hastings
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Where the River don’t Freeze
Goin’ down to where the river don’t freeze, Ma Mama child upon your knee
Heard stories ‘bout a place down there , Dreams blossom, in the morning air
We talked through the night , We grew with the dawn
We dreamed of a bold horizon where shadows break from lies that bind them
Goin’ down to where the river don’t freeze, Goin’ down to the gathering
Entranced by that gleeful call, promises a cure for all
We told of the fright , We hid from the wrong
We touched in the bold horizon where shadows break from shapes that bind them
Oh the water how I feared when it was rising, now that fear is my disgrace
Its only water yet I felt it worth despising, when all I felt was out of place
I feel the current flowing, I have no strength for rowing,
Adrift, the river pulls me, down to the sea
Goin’ down to where the river don’t freeze, Ma mama how we tried to please
Old glories, a familiar face, truth lies in that lonely place
We held with our might , We fought with our brawn
We dreamed of a bold horizon where shadows break from lies that bind them
Goin’ down to where the river don’t freeze, goin’ down to the gathering
Hear tales of all woe and ruin, hard times just the luck of fools,
We basked in the light, we moved with the strong
We touched in a bold horizon where shadows break from shapes that bind them
Oh the water how I feared when it was rising, now that fear is my disgrace
Its only water but I felt it worth despising, when all I felt was out of place
I feel the current flowing, I have no strength for rowing,
Adrift, the river pulls me, down to the sea
Goin’ down to where the river don’t freeze, Ma mama when you think of me
Tell stories with a toothy grin, all smiles at the shapes I’ve been
We learned of the right, we knew all along,
We dreamed of a bold horizon where shadows break from lies that bind them
Goin’ down to where the river don’t freeze, goin’ down to the gathering
Voices raised in joyful song, lost hearts that can not belong
We walked through the night, we flew with the dawn
We touched in a bold horizon where shadows break from shapes that bind them
© 2013 Richard Hastings
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5. |
Too Much Gone Wrong
03:21
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Too Much Gone Wrong
Seems like too much gone wrong,
I heard lovers say that words are only spoken to harm
Not that we are not strong,
voices shadow pain that’s hidden in a heart for too long
I know that there’s a reason,
Surrender your heart and your soul warns of treason
I hope and I believe
that the love that we take isn’t tarnished by greed
Tears on your pillow seem foolish, Smile it’s OK
Hold what can never possess you, Touch my hand it’s too late
Seems like too much gone wrong,
lonely moments shared give precious little shelter at dawn
Only want to belong,
hearts and flowers mark the shallow graves where love was once drawn
I see a new dimension,
hope shines in darkness when love is mentioned
We’ll be without pretension,
chilled till our souls reach their common senses
Tears on your pillow seem foolish, Smile it’s OK
Hold what can never possess you, Touch my hand it’s too late
Seems like too much gone wrong,
burdened, past mistakes break backs but we strive to go on
Can’t forget what has gone,
I heard lovers say the dreams we held we held on too long
I see loves resurrection,
comes to my heart cures my soul’s infection
These dreams urge for connection,
we’ve waited so long with the best intensions
Tears on your pillow seem foolish, Smile it’s OK
Hold what can never possess you, Touch my hand it’s too late
© 2013 Richard Hastings
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6. |
The Shore
04:04
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The Shore
A short word is all that I heard and I don’t really know if my mind is working
Tell me get back to the New Sensation if you don’t wanna be of the lost generation
Gotta get this to fulfill all your wishes, it’ll save time and the taste is delicious
Why wait you can buy it on line, if you don’t, run the risk of being regarded as swine.
I hear the children rumbling in a place far away from the heart
Talk’s cheap when reduced into mumbling and you know you never get to the start
Some pray and they say that it’s humbling but they just gotta get that new car
I hope that you’ve been thinking ‘cos the waves are a pounding and the shoreline’s a sinking
Safe talk you use triple protection but you don’t even know if you’ve made the connection
So the bad news is removed through the cable and the worries of life are never spoken at table
All the harsh dreams and the bad scenes are then locked in the box and filtered for screen
Why walk, you can avoid all the shock in a climate controlled whatever or not
I hear the children rumbling in a place far away from the heart
Talk’s cheap when reduced into mumbling and you know you never get to the start
Some pray and they say that it’s humbling but they just gotta get that new car
I hope that you’ve been thinking ‘cos the waves are a pounding and the shoreline’s a sinking
Now that we’ve heard from the sponsor do you think he will say that he ever did want her
So she recoiled from is touch in the garden and he never did notice his arteries harden
Blushed cheeks only visions don’t speak of the whys and the wheres and the fears of the deep
He holds her tight now and she wilts a flower but we’re never gonna know, it’s the end of the hour
I hear the children rumbling in a place far away from the heart
Talk’s cheap when reduced into mumbling and you know you never get to the start
Some pray and they say that it’s humbling but they just gotta get that new car
I hope that you’ve been thinking ‘cos the waves are a pounding and the shoreline’s a sinking
© 2013 Richard Hastings
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7. |
Charlie Dick
04:05
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Charlie Dick
Charlie Dick will break your heart
He will tear your soul apart;
Make you laugh and make you cry, Mama wished you’d kiss ‘Goodbye’
Charlie Dick will break your heart.
Well, you meet him in a bar
And he knows who you are...
(You’re) thinking all he wants to do, is have his way with you
And cop a 10 minute screw
So he finds out where you work
Comes there acting like a jerk
So you tell him ‘Take a walk’, saying ‘Stick it in your sock”
That his line is just a crock
But he hangs around a while
Plus he has a ‘Certain Style’
You decide to take a chance, make a play for sweet romance,
In the parking lot you dance
It’s time to make another move
Cause you got something to prove
Country songs are just a fling, singing love songs is your thing
Broken hearts and wedding rings
Finally make it to the top
Crossing country into pop
Soon the money starts to flow, Cadillac and bungalow
Seems no end to it, you know
Coming home late one night
You and Charlie start to fight
And he works you over good, beats you like an old boy should…
Crackers treat their women good
Now, you bear the man a child
During labour, he’s running wild
Doncha know he’s not too far, getting lucky in a bar
No concerns of where you are
But you know you love him so
And you’ll never let him go
‘Cause you said that fateful day, during wedding vows you made
He’d be loved into his grave
Flying home on that small plane
Never to be seen again
Crash and burn on mountain side
Charlie wasn’t by your side,
Charlie wasn’t with his bride
Charlie Dick is all alone
Charlie don’t know where he’s goin
Dontcha know you broke his heart, dying tore his world apart
Charlie Dick is all alone.
Charlie Dick will break your heart
He will tear your soul apart;
Make you laugh and make you cry, Mama wished you’d kiss ‘Goodbye’
Charlie Dick will break your heart.
© 2013 Dean Thomson
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8. |
Stay
04:19
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Stay
Don’t tell me what I heard, will you deny the spoken word
Don’t try to twist the facts, I don’t think that’s too much to ask
Don’t tell me what I’ve seen, the view is fresh upon the screen
Don’t talk of their collusion, know the truth is not illusion
Stay, I want to talk about it
The thoughts of secrets past, sublime, divine yet still hold fast
Stay, I want to talk about it
Instilled with rising pressure, half the thrill for twice the measure
She knew the missing master, image faded, broken plaster
Don’t tell me how I felt when winter’s rage began to melt
Don’t think I heard the call, another shadow on the wall
Don’t tell me who was there when laughter’s bells did pierce the air
Don’t cross the other side to keep the faith and breed the lie
Stay, I want to talk about it
The thoughts of secrets past, sublime, divine yet still hold fast
Stay, I want to talk about it
Instilled with rising pressure, half the thrill for twice the measure
She knew the missing master, image faded, broken plaster
Don’t tell the sorted tale of shattered hearts that block the trail
Don’t feed the beast your burden, worlds collide beyond that curtain
Don’t talk of bygone days, before the doubt that brought the haze
Don’t mention we were one, the spell was cast, the die undone
Stay, I want to talk about it
The thoughts of secrets past, sublime, divine but still hold fast
Stay, I want to talk about it
Instilled with rising pressure, half the thrill for twice the measure
She knew the missing master, image faded, broken plaster
© 2013 Richard Hastings
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9. |
Another Tear In Your Eye
05:17
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Another Tear In Your Eye
Turn off the TV, another weekend’s gone by
It’s all been reflex no time to reject the lies
I’ve been thinking, no I’ve been sinking in mire so deep I can’t keep breathing
From tender moments we lost the hope that
Our time and place would not fall from grace
But truth laid treason to words that were said
No longer flowers only thorns in our bed
And I don’t want to see another tear in your eye
Through cloudless vision moon has a prisoner tonight
Eyes locked mind wanders, bleak thoughts heart thunders a sigh
Once so compelling now lost its thrill till dreams fade to pallor blue shades all hours
Words fail their meaning, replaced by scheming
Escape from nowhere, all’s lost yet play fair
But truth laid treason to words that were said
No longer flowers only thorns in our bed
And I don’t want to see another tear in your eye
Fears held back sacred, souls bared minds naked, we writhe
No more suppression, contempt expressed and love dies
No furtive glances, not one last chance ‘cause
the hurt aches so deep it’s the numbness we seek
there’s no returning, loss fuels the burning
all down in flames, only ashes remain
Truth laid treason to words that were said
No longer flowers only thorns in our bed
And I don’t want to see another tear in your eye
© 2013 Richard Hastings
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10. |
Brand New Cadillac
03:46
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Brand New Cadillac
It’s a Brand new Cadillac, its got everything you want
Brand new Cadillac, gotta move em off the lot
Brand new Cadillac, its got style, its got speed
Brand New Cadillac, but baby’s got to eat
daddy used to tell of when Elvis was the king
the glories of nations rode on caddy’s fins
there was no thought of failure, the only way was up
in the land of milk and honey, the cream rises to the top
It’s a Brand new Cadillac, its got everything you want
Brand new Cadillac, gotta move em off the lot
Brand new Cadillac, its got style, its got speed
Brand New Cadillac, but baby’s got to eat
daddy used to talk of the strength and of the pride
The day the eagle landed it had god by its side
there never was question, not a shadow of a doubt
that in any situation, the brave would have it out
It’s a Brand new Cadillac, its got everything you want
Brand new Cadillac, gotta move em off the lot
Brand new Cadillac, its got style, its got speed
Brand New Cadillac, but baby’s got to eat
daddy used to worry I saw it in his face
the times they were a changing at such a rapid pace
We boarded up all main street, we padlocked factories
we traded in the neighbours for the new economy
It’s a Brand new Cadillac, its got everything you want
Brand new Cadillac, gotta move em off the lot
Brand new Cadillac, its got style, its got speed
Brand New Cadillac, but baby’s got to eat
daddy used to say that a house was still a home
it was more than just a shelter, a place where we could grow
But they sold us speculation and they sold us on the greed
they sold away the future for commission on the deed
It’s a Brand new Cadillac, its got everything you want
Brand new Cadillac, gotta move em off the lot
Brand new Cadillac, its got style, its got speed
Brand New Cadillac, but baby’s got to eat
daddy died last week a Fleetwood took us to his grave
we talked about his spirit we talked about his days
we talked of complications of derivatives and rates
we talked about the loss and the chains on Lansing’s gates
we talked about the loss and the chains on Lansing’s gates
© 2013 Dean Thomson / Richard Hastings
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11. |
Talk With Guns
02:52
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Talk With Guns
Mama told all good boys got to get in line to deserve any favour
But what’s the point of standing ‘round in a line that never moves
Word spreads back the doors are barred to those in line not related to the saviour
We no longer understand why the chosen get to choose
‘cos they
Talk with guns, every one’s a soldier
Course is run, season’s getting colder
Talk with guns, every one’s a soldier
Choice has come, reason’s getting bolder now.
Sister was a beauty raging, Carmen Gloria is her name
Thought that she could speak her mind but they were of different views,
Caught her in a curfew town where terror reigned by official blame
Doused her there with gasoline Beauty’s raging flames now light the truth
that they
Talk with guns, every one’s a soldier
Course is run, season’s getting colder
Talk with guns, every one’s a soldier
Choice has come, reason’s getting bolder now.
Brother’s in a prison cell, they hold him hostage for wishing well
Wished for all equality, well no no-one gets that wish for free
In the mountains, in the towns they raise their guns to keep us down
We raise our voice with all our might and with our fists we vow to fight
And we’ll
Talk with guns, every one’s a soldier
Course is run, season’s getting colder
Talk with guns, every one’s a soldier
Choice has come, reason’s getting bolder now.
© 2013 Richard Hastings
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12. |
New Tomorrow
04:24
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New Tomorrow
You and I, we go for a walk but we don’t bring no rosey shades
In this heat you can’t help but meet all the scenes from the big parade
To the left or look to your right, there are so many tears trying hard not to fight
Like the child on the street, dirty hands, unshod feet, well he looks to the ground ain’t no food to be found
I heard some talk about a new tomorrow
Whatever we got we’ve had to steal or borrow
Oh why tell me why
Well I don’t wanna live but I don’t wanna die
See the girl as she slinks in a room in a place where the wealthy they go
She can’t be more than nine or ten but she’s worth more than her weight in gold
In her eyes fear mixed with despise at a life that was sold into chains
To a flesh merchant man tries to meet the demand of the aging who deny the shame
I heard some talk about a new tomorrow
Whatever we got we’ve had to steal or borrow
Oh why tell me why
Well I don’t wanna live but I don’t wanna die
See the sweat as it pours down their back as they slave for a nickel or dime
Mommy is pregnant and Daddy don‘t work so for playing they haven’t got time
Bleak house stares they’re all lost in despair ‘cos there’s never enough to go ‘round
And if they cry it’s never in sight ‘ cos another can always be found
I heard some talk about a new tomorrow
Whatever we got we’ve had to steal or borrow
Oh why tell me why
Well I don’t wanna live but I don’t wanna die
City lights well they block out the sights where the hungry are always to blame,
Values go down it’s the wrong side of town and respect is then lost in the pain
Round any corner without any warning the victims now thieves shooting holes on their sleeves
Well they look to the sky and they dream of a life but they know it’s a lie so they try not to try
I heard some talk about a new tomorrow
Whatever we got we’ve got to steal or borrow
Oh why tell me why
Well I don’t wanna live but I don’t wanna die
You and I, we go for a walk but we don’t bring no rosey shades
New Tomorrow………..New Tomorrow……….
© 2013 Richard Hastings
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the balconvillains Montreal, Québec
Pan-genre…Omni-groove…
Not young…Not pretty…
Craft honed across two millennia, not
the undead, the experienced.
The progeny of Montreal and the Age of Aquarius, chameleon transients in time and space, consumed and were consumed, frivolous, rhythmic, the voice of the common in the complexity of the mundane.
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