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Credits:
Produced,
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by
Carlos Gouveia http://www.carlosgouveia.com
Except * Produced & Mixed by Reid & Steve
Guitar,
Harmonica & Vocals - Reid
Piano - Michael Johnston
Bass - Steve Barber
All
Songs Reid Jamieson Socan 2003
Management,
Photos, Design by
Carolyn V. Mill http://www.kitchenink.com
Thanks
to: Carlos, Michael, Steve, CVM,
Josh, Dave, Andy, Lewis, Paul, Daddy-o, Molly, Rob, Keiko,
Earl, The Rivoli & Maple Music
Maplemusic.com
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Lyrics
The
Television Lies
There's
a way you can see the world and never leave your house. There's
a channel for everyone, the dog, the cat, the mouse. Who wander
around in a daze it's no surprise. The television lies. Late
at night you can walk the streets and count the windows blue.
Antiseptic is advertised and bought by me and you. Just try
to ignore every packaged up good bye. The calendar is full
of itself. Just try to respond to the actress' deep sigh.
The television lies
Imaginary
Lifestyle
I
got lost before you did; i lost the will to make this heart
succeed at all the games we've played till now. Where is the
rule book i hear you plead. Could we entertain the thought
that trying harder just won't do. Anything to help us out
of this imaginary lifestyle. It's either blame, neglect or
fear that caused the honesty inside to spoil. Where did it
start, how can it stop? Before this loves not worth the toil.
Speak your mind does this make sense? I know you've had these
thoughts run through. The scattered mind sits awkwardly in
this imaginary lifestyle. Where does your heart feel safe?
Like mine it shies away. Let's wear it on our sleeves, and
never worry where it takes us. Could it be the end at last,
at least the start of unknown life to come? I'm not lost,
it feels so strange, to have a conscious i'm not running from.
I dearly hope you're doing well, I think about you every day
almost. I hope your memory is fond and warm of our imaginary
lifestyle.
The
Invitation Stands
Make
a list of songs that you don't want to hear again. I'll make
a mixed tape and send it off to sea. Would I be shocked to
learn that you included the tune the night we found ourselves
dancing happily. And you know misery loves company, so the
invitation stands, and I hold onto hope with tired hands.
It's later in the day, when the sun has said goodbye. It's
either peaceful or pieces everywhere. Is it wrong to count
on someone else's smile? The numbers add up I can't afford
denial. Chorus. Climb aboard with me, the cost is free, I
have no other plans. And I hold onto hope with...
Almost
August
Though
I barely know you I would like to. Though it's most uncertain
where life is going. And it seems contagious this spring is
coming feeling. It's all that I can feel about. Let's trade
stories and make this golden silence better than before. No
more awkwardly or misdirected feelings to ignore. Just time
to explore. Well it's almost August, and it's so much better,
than it was last August. Never mind the weather, that surrounds
us always, even if we're hiding. I don't want to hide anymore.
When it was pouring out, I thought i might jump in the street
to dance. And I thought of you as the rain fell on my head
filled with romance. So would you like to dance? I hope you'd
like to dance. Though I barely know you, I would like to.
Shooting
Stars
It's
hard to know which way to turn when you're blinded by the
dark. And your feet are barely touching the ground. There's
no footprints or sparks, lighting up the way back home. Shooting
stars have let you down, when there's none to be found. The
temperature inside of your room is affecting how you think.
And the weight of all the stars that are born, are they causing
you to sink? You may have to learn how to swim, with gentle
waves it's best to begin. And you have to lose to win. No
one should know this better then you. Find out the reasons
for this mood. Why is it wrong to take your time, when time
is barely here? It sits within the reaching of, or the bending
of an ear. Do I appreciate enough the freedom close at hand?
Do I ignore the greatest love, or stop it where it stands.
But the shooting stars are back
Starting
To Learn
Tell
me, how to understand it. Feelings that come to stay sometimes
inside. The places I never seem to know enough about. But
I'm starting to learn somehow. Fail me, it wouldn't be the
first time. Promises turned into maybe nots. But the knowledge
that maybe it's not under my control. And I'm starting to
learn somehow. Anything stings my heart, in wintertime, or
anytime. Pardon my shameless words. They speak what seems
to be true
Now how could it be true? Where is the proof? It's under our
control. It's under our... Tell me how you felt before I let
my heart bleed onto your path again. Cause I've been waiting,
what seems forever, time and I have fought. But I'm starting
to learn somehow...
Sweet
Words
This
tireless address has reached its climax again. Steps I needed
to take, unheeded advice from your sweet words, that filled
the room again. Where is patience? It seems too good to be
true. Like stories of my youth, too old to live through again.
It's crowding me in, the pressure it builds. Till I explode
from holding it in, this passion always gets its way. It's
true this life is trouble sometimes, but you will never hear
me say, I give up. Raise your standards, when painful hazards
appear. Erase those habits, the clocks religion runs near.
It's crowding you in, the pressure it builds. Till you explode
from holding it in, your passion always gets its way. It's
true this life is trouble sometimes but I should never hear
you say, I give up. It's crowding me in. This tireless address
may never climax again. And steps I needed to take, unheeded
advice from your sweet words.
The
Noise In My Chest
Years
pass and you look back, what is it you've learned? How your
soul is dependent on the friends that you've made. Let them
all surround you, support you and give. True meaning to stand
on, all the ways that you live. You never know what lies around
the corner, are you safe, are you sound? It's hard to find
a heart that understands. Listen close can you hear it, the
noise in my chest. I can't control the volume, though I gave
it my best. If you have understanding of what it all means.
Share and teach me the language that I've heard in my dreams.
That come at night then disappear. Into the day, giving into
the fear. It's hard to find a heart that understands the way
you feel. Are you longing like me for a clear way to see?Is
there somewhere we can rest, these heavy hearts, may I suggest?
We open up...
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