It's About Time

by Gordon Weiss

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1.
The Ugly Inside To have faith there needs to be a villain There is no blinding light without the darkest night Could anyone really be coerced, if the spirit wasn’t willing? It’s not between us, but within us that lies the desperate fight Sleeping dogs lying through their teeth Barking out orders, licking wounds at their feet Stripping back layers to what lies beneath We try to hide our eyes from the ugly inside Angry words cross the chasm, the miles between us Sometime feeling and thinking are but one and the same The pages of our history have been crumpled to dust After all we need somebody else to blame Let sleeping dogs lie, put on a good face Simmers come to a boil in the vacuous space That grows and divides at a frightening pace Our eyes open wide, to the ugly inside Words carefully considered, every point you contest Assumptions will be made, the mules will stand their ground All meaning misconstrued, taken out of context The shouts are deafening, though no one makes a sound Sleeping dogs lying through their teeth Barking out orders, licking wounds at their feet Stripping back layers to what lies beneath We try to hide our eyes from the ugly inside
2.
I'm Your Fan 04:06
I’m Your Fan You don’t know me, but I’m your fan With or without the band It’s not a casual thing Every record or B-side and guest appearance you sing A collector, not a stalker, just need to have everything I even met you once or twice Read every bio and interview Friended you on Facebook Maybe that’s why I thought I knew you But when I looked into your face I knew that wasn’t true You don’t know me I’m your fan With or without the band It’s not a casual thing I even shook your hand backstage You seem to recognize everybody else And wait for me to introduce myself Cotton mouthed, I avert my gaze Didn’t want you to think I was crazy Maybe you already think that I am You don’t know me I’m your fan With or without the band All the girls want to go to bed with you I just want to be in the band Tell me why is it I Think to have that connection It’s got to flow in both directions It all comes from the same place The music will always remain the same Whether or not you remember my name, or my face I’m your fan With or without the band I promise I won’t follow you home Or call you on your cellular telephone Please listen to my demo I’m your fan
3.
Saccharin, Aspartame, Splenda, You & Me I’m starving for your affection But I’ve got no pride left to swallow Did you want my direction, To become a hard act to follow? Can’t stomach more rejection Leaves me empty and hollow Will you still play the muse When I no longer amuse you? I stand accused of failing to abuse you Spare the excuse, after all that we’ve been through I’ll drop in some time to sweeten your tea Saccharine, aspartame, Splenda, you and me The invitation wasn’t lost, I can intuit Won’t let me join the party, if I wasn’t born to it We’ve crushed all the eggshells I really think we blew it Artificial you, artificial we Saccharin, aspartame, Splenda… I want you to be true via being true By being you…and me And me and you
4.
Sticky Thoughts Sticky thoughts float around my head Wrapping tendrils round the head of my bed Reading deep between words that you said To the ancient fears of things that I dread Things better left dead and forgotten Resurrected instead, taken out for a spin With the stench of the spoiled and rotten Lies that are fed with the intention of sin Sticky thinking Rubber and glue bouncing back at you Stinking thinking Giving you grief, won’t provide the relief you’re seeking From sticky thoughts Cellophane shrink-wrap sticking to my fingers Yesterday’s song gone, floating out in the ether Bee venom floating through my veins and I can’t find the stinger Your calm words quoting psalms that won’t help me either Things better left dead and forgotten Resurrected instead, taken out for a spin With the stench of the spoiled and rotten Lies that are fed with the intention of sin Sticky thinking Rubber and glue bouncing back at you Stinking thinking Giving you grief, won’t provide the relief you’re seeking From sticky thoughts
5.
About Time 06:45
About Time You climbed to the top of your family tree Perched on branches so thin and brittle at the tip Peering down as far as I can see A reflection of me, stuck by the grip Of fear that I might slip And tumble back down, back down to the ground Where wanting is no worse than worrying about loss Where it’s safe and sound Because a pound of flesh is much harder to toss away Across the midline Hoping half way there can be less than half way back Is it about time? To be moving ahead with the next plan of attack Is it about time? Leafing through a tomb A stranger’s photographs masquerading as memories The scent of a room Harbinger of gloom Images of the past staring back at me And fragments of words and melodies Linger after the album’s been put away Dressed in black leather binding Oh the fading light’s kept at bay Come what may Come what may, in my mind the past is unwinding, The clocks are unwinding Across the midline Hoping half way there can be less than half way back Is it about time? To be moving ahead with the next plan of attack Is it about time? No longer worry about what I have and what I lack I got a pill to keep my hair on my head and off my back So get off my back The remains of the day are slipping away As my shadow outgrew me The loss of time bookends the crime Oh you never, you never really, you never really knew me
6.
The Great Imitator Oh yes, I’m the great pretender Wearing my heart on the cuff of my sleeve That trails from a vintage rock t-shirt Adorning a fan not out to deceive Shuffling in shoes that are three times my size While aping my poor monkey’s uncle Tripping over peanuts and popcorn In search of the rarest prize Under the spotlight, want to shine like a beacon Behind the mike, I hide like a chameleon I want to be Brando, this impatient waiter Will they stand in line for the great imitator? They said find your own voice, but what if this is it? Is decent derivative worse than original shit? If the melody’s catchy, would they say its’ too treacley? If I wrote Hey Jude, would they say it’s too Beatley? Under the spotlight, want to shine like a beacon Behind the mike, I hide like a chameleon It’s time for my bow now, so long, see you later It’s the tale of the success of the great imitator Oh yes, I’m the great imitator My intent couldn’t be more sincere To entertain you, even if you see through The familiar will fill up your ears And sweeten the salt in your tears I’ll be playing the same song, for years
7.
Thanks I Get 06:06
Thanks I Get Whether my strength is my weakness, Or my weakness is my strength It seems that when I hold you, I hold you at arms length The bastards come out blasting, But they’re all shooting blanks A spank and a scolding is all the thanks I get That’s the thanks I get For giving away the time of day It’s not over yet So come on let’s play, before we’re old and grey I made you a promise, You took it all the way to the bank My interest kept rising, While my heart just sank You said you want a team player, But it’s all file and rank My potent protests, Are reduced to just a whine and a crank But no regrets That’s the thanks I get For giving away the time of day It’s not over yet So come on let’s play, before we’re old and grey You can try to fight it, but when push comes to shove It cuts you down to size Cause we are bound to become, what we see through the eyes Of the ones we love You said there must be a better place, to direct my rage And give me a shove, and motion toward the stage But when I get going, a crooked cane cuts me off with a yank The meter’s on empty, there’s nothing left in the tank, to forget No regrets That’s the thanks I get For giving away the time of day It’s not over yet And I want you to stay, until we’re old and grey
8.
Spinning Round The storm clouds scared me so I couldn’t keep my eyes on the road The lightening flashes seemed to follow me home Girl in the next car taking pictures with her phone And I know, there’s a twister turning somewhere Clearing away the old, making way for the new For everything that dies in reborn in your eyes Spinning round, spinning round I walked on and on While you kept on sleeping Mesmerized by your dreaming eyes Wondering what secrets they’re keeping While my eyes are drawn, Between the devil and the pale blue sky And I know, there’s a twister turning somewhere Clearing away the old, making way for the new For everything that dies in reborn in your eyes Spinning round, spinning round The swirling sky receded in your eyes The pink swallowed up the grey The drivers that pass by smile and wave goodbye Your grey eyes always brighten the day Time telescopes while I was watching the reruns While you played cat and mouse with the phone The dad I’ve become, always wanted to be one Will follow you down whatever road that you roam
9.
My Love Still Grows Just like the moss between the stepping stones I’m spreading my arms so slowly You don’t even know My love still grows When bulbs are planted upside down The flowers grow into the ground Maybe all the way to China Will they right themselves, And find their way around? Even when it doesn’t show, My love still grows We came upon so sprouting leaves Did they come from seeds That we planted last season? Will they become flowers or are they weeds? Should we pull them from the ground, or just let them be? It doesn’t really matter, good or bad You don’t even know My love still grows

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released June 9, 2015

Produced by Gordon Weiss& Jeff Cannata
Recorded and Mixed by Jeff Cannata
Mastered by Jay Franco at Sterling Sound
Gordon Weiss: Vocals, Guitars, Bass
Jeff Batter: Keyboards
Greg Trabandt: Drums
Paul Opalach: Bass on Saccharin.., Sticky Thoughts, Spinning 'Round & My Love Still Grows
Andy Abel: Guitars on Sticky Thoughts
Emma Weiss: Vocals
Pete Hodson: Vocals
Bill Welch: Vocals
Wim Oudijk: String Orchestration on Spinning 'Round

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