12 Songs, 12 Weeks

by Buckman Page

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1.
03:08
If I was a man whose rivers were nameless I'd beat back those holdin' me down But today I am afraid that my voice, it is raised Not in courage, or hope, but in doubt - If I was a man whose chords were yet unwritten The sound, an etherial first. But symphonies and operas and cannon balls and pop songs Are enough to kill my thirst If I was a man whose rivers were nameless Whose paths were yet untrodden Whose chords were plucked anew With curious abandonment we'd head out on the road To be young -- Oh, to hope for somethin' true. If I was a man whose clouds were all blameless My faults, they could rest in my heart But as sunshine fades into the haze - I'm inclined to say "I had no part". If I was a man, among men, among women Among untainted eyes saw a world being born From the flowers of the dust to the wreckage and the rust - And the war of the heart being won.
2.
I was drifting like a soundtrack Hanging over ship wrecks Covering my best neck - A sudden rap upon my shoulder Left me feeling older A winter where it's colder You were screaming 1 - 2 I was shouting 3 - 4 (Beggars in night For something that we'd hoped for) Everybody knows the hard road (Some go tip-toed, staring, two eyes closed) Everybody walks the hard road (Golden nosed, wing woed, buffalo'd, castle-closed) Fingers felt a little mischievous I ended with my wings clipped A portrait of a man chipped - All the while I craved mercy Living the like the dirty Stain upon a cursing You were screaming 1 - 2 I was crying 3 - 4 (Beggers in night For something that we'd hoped for) Everybody knows the hard road (Some tow wagon loads, clenchin' tight elbows) Everybody walks the hard road (Some blow flakes of snow climbin' down glacial slopes A cul-de-sac dreamer with a leftover smile from Kissing, wishing, daring, dreamin'. (You were a runaway child.) Everybody walks the hard road Everybody knows the hard road
3.
04:27
Oh, a crocus through the snow It's cold in Chicago I'm starting to miss my home Where my summer nights were spent In the stars, in blue mountains In a field with all my friends If dreamy memories were't such thieves I would love it here But as blazes of delight flow through my heart I'm lost - But every time I try to find home I'm back in those old fears But the truth Make heaven where you are. But i'm grown like a king without a throne Like sadness left alone Old with none to show. Where I'd sit And I would stop to stare Over seas of drowning cares Never met, no cross to bear. If dreamy memories were't such theives I would love it anywhere But as blazes of delight Flow through my heart I'm lost - It's every time I try to find home I'm back in those old fears But you, it's up to you. Make heaven where you are. But I'm unknown Like a pebble never thrown Like a sad seed on a stone Waiting for the crows. If dreamy memories were't such theives I could love it here But as blazes of delight Flow through my heart I'm lost - It's every time I try to find home I'm back in those old fears It's up to you. To make heaven where you are. It's up to you. You, make heaven where you are. Oh, a crocus through the snow It's cold in Chicago I'm starting to miss my home.
4.
04:20
I wanna put you on a coal train to Canada For all that slow pain I'm still mad at ya Maybe you'll get there, maybe you won't Maybe you'll show up alone in the cold Maybe it's wrong but that's what I hope When I see a coal train begin to roll I know I should forgive and forget but the pain is a train that hasn't left yet it's rockin' through town interminably and blockin all the traffic on the street and my imagination's run away with me but I see you on a Canadian train to leave You could take up hockey drink Canadian beer you'd be better off up north better off than I am here But I've got nothin 'gainst Canadians That I would make 'em feel the pain I'm in Make 'em see your smilin face that keeps me in this awkward place and maybe all my wishin is a waste but why won't you hop on that northbound train SOLO You could learn to speak French like a Quebecois You say 'bonjour' I say 'au revoir' oh those poor Canadians when I make em feel this pain I'm in make em see your smiling face the one that keeps me in this awkward place and maybe all my wishin is in vain but why won't you hop on that northbound train ease my pain just roll away
5.
I was a careless kind of wind No direction, no sin Home was any place That my suitcase could lay In the evening I'd spend all my day's work with friends In the belly of a whale we'd called independence A careful compassion From a reckless young heart My eyes hadn't known Senseless pain from the start All the riddles of death I'd laid down to rest Came swelling and staggering as broken nonsense Livin' the high, treacherous lie Sidestepping pain and shading my eyes I stumbled along, no thought to my home 'Till my number was called And paradise was gone From the garden of eden Where I'd figured it out Went from pleasure to pain Ego to doubt Spat upon the banks in the desert in a storm Where I talked to myself through the long journey home Beware of yourself As you float in the wind A hard heart ain't right It's no place to begin The summit of innocence is dreamy and gold A chapter of tears as the long story's told
6.
Cold fish sticks for breakfast Hot wings for lunch Tonight I splurged a bit; I don't deep fry my bacon that much One time I got off the couch But that was a fluke I'm coming off a hangover I thought I had to puke And through it all there was beer, sweet beer Didn't even have to go to the kitchen, Cuz I got a fridge right here Yeah I had quite a day, Sitting around watching Simpsons tapes And what I'll remember is the beer I had a beer when I woke up Cuz it's good for the heart Then I cooked beer battered spuds, Except for the potato part Played frisbee golf all day long, 'Til my fingers bled I was the pope of frisbee town, At least that's what I said And through it all there was beer, sweet beer Leinenkugel's bottles brown, MGD bottles clear Yeah I had quite a day, My kidneys had a big role to play And what I'll remember is the beer I told some stories. At least half were almost true Then the beer started to run low, But I knew just what to do Drank a couple warm And while the rest were chillin' Elucidated at great length On the finer points of Bob Dylan And through it all there was beer, sweet beer Deep down I know I'm cool; All the chicks just think I'm weird Good news! It's your lucky day, You're gonna drink with me today And what we'll remember is the beer
7.
I'm looking over storm clouds, laughing - I see, maybe I'm stacking ashes. But you wanted more Contentment seemed a whore - A cheap wish An easy score. You are what you please, But not what you need. With gratitude lost Despair became your boss Contagious hating - Your courage gone. You are what you please, But not what you need. No matter where I go I'm left with myself Alone in my head So like it, or just go to hell. But someone got you thick It make me kind of sick To see you be a dick. A broken soul, A weak myth. You are what you please, But not what you need. I'm looking over storm clouds, laughing - I see, maybe I'm stacking ashes. I'm looking over storm clouds, laughing.
8.
03:33
There's a smart boy I know and He's a one man show and Plays the drums on pots and pans With spatula drum sticks Sings a new melody Bout how he's gonna get me It's a song without memory While strumming on the toothpicks And when he's got it down right He'll jam on it all night Enough to make you feel uptight Till it blows your mind There's a smart boy I know He's his own live show Comin' in stereo Telepathic radio There's a smart boy I know He's his own live show Don't need no remote control For his telepathic radio He's always got the best excuses For when he's acting stupid Somehow it's still the truth and Keeps me laughing through the worst lies We go out for a drive singing through the night sky Watch the moon begin to rise Feels like heaven is a short ride And when we got it down right We'll jam on it all night Enough to make you all tight When it blows your mind There's a smart boy I know He's his own live show Comin in stereo Telepathic radio There's a smart boy I know He's his own live show Don't need no remote control For this telepathic radio And when he got it down right He'll jam on it all night Enough to make you feel all tight When it blows your mind Smart boy I know Smart boy I know Smart boy I know There's a smart boy I know Smart boy I know Smart boy I know
9.
There's a hole in your heart You'll never understand Planted deep deceives your will It's the thrust behind your wind. Beyond the trees, leaves orange and red - I'll not lay down to what you said There's a hole in your heart But you'll never understand There's a hole in your heart a secret kept in pride where your maker says his prayers where he goes to die in mother's lies to shield her kin In worried hopes and aspirin It's conniving, it will win But you can't understand There's a hole in your heart There's a place you keep Where the angels go to die A mountain, cold and steep And from that depth you bow your head You wink your eye, you bake your bread The heavenly become the dead But you won't understand I put that hole in your heart A madman, for the thrill. Enticed, felt the hands of God Cause its wholeness made me still Now entwined I love you more Selfish, lonely, led you through the door I put the hole in your heart I hope you never understand.
10.
I'm a stupid superstitious man If I's a beast I'd be a clam Diggin deep beneath the sand. I wish you'd grab your shovel And find me here. Struggle when I talk I got a different kinda walk I wear holes in the soles of my shoes. I'm a mess of a clam and you know it - I think you think I'm cute. But ooooh you're the best kind of best thing And ooooh I love that you can love me. Cause I'm a man who falls - Got a tripping curiosity. Find me between the walls - Remove me from the stampede. Honey, I don't need a savior, Just someone to lay here and talk with me. If I's the beat, you'd be the dance, Emitting pure romance A naked window to the past It's fury and wisdom and chaos - We'll not flee. If I was lost you'd be the map, A train upset with tracks Two steps forward, three steps back. There's a beauty in knowing Walls are built to fall. ... Honey, I don't need a savior, Just someone to lay here and laugh with me. ... Honey, I don't need a savior, Just someone to lay here and hear me out.
11.
05:41
I'm so tired of wandering It's 2 AM, who's left to impress? I got a vision of yesterday In my eyes, as moments pass. I've been carrying around Someone else's weight. The trouble with guilt Is that it never really pays. I'd rather be a sailor Lost to the waves of the sea Than a tongue-tied whimless man Tied to a dock that's strangling me. But lookin' back is staying back. I'm charging up a hill. I'm making mine or I'm breaking time, Please, God, don't let me be still. I've been guilty so long. No more. So I'm singing all my memories, I'm paving all my own streets, I'll spend the rest of my days Smiling every way I know. When the bad man's coming I'll push him over runnin'. No more. I've been guilty. No more.
12.
Goodbye, live long, farewell It's been nice, cliche, but oh well. Unraveling your temple dress whisper Fill my head with mystery Come now baby to the king bed warmth fire Long before our eager sleep. But you wouldn't listen to me. Goodbye, live long, farewell Look out for the law, that's hell. Get all the flowers from the cold, dead, winter Easin' up the windows come the breeze I was wishing i had met your lips Underneath the willow tree but you wouldn't listen to me Goodbye, live long, farewell. What's gone? I don't know. Something fell. In the frightening light of the turnpike Turn the radio to sleep Kill the engine, listen into the night lights We're driving to get out to sea But you wouldn't listen to me. Goodbye, live long, farewell. It's been nice, cliche, but oh well. We'll end it on the highest note - We'll end it on a note that we can sing. Goodbye, live long, farewell. What's wrong? Nothing, I'm swell.

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This is an adventure; it's good to be recording again. We can't promise much, but we can say this: 12 songs, 12 weeks. We're itching to play these songs for you. If the lousy (unqualified) sound engineers at Stark Naked Records can't get the sound quite right, please forgive them. We're new at this.

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released July 1, 2012

Music written by Marcus Lohrmann, Matt Cefalu and Martin Lohrmann.
Performed by Buckman Page
Additional musicianship by Bekki Lohrmann
Recorded, Mixed, Mastered by Stark Naked Records
Artwork/Design by John Williamson

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From belting vocal presence to passionate lyricism, from rhythmic precision and elegance to powerfully sweeping guitar solos, BP presents an engaging sound both in their recordings and live performances that is straight forward, charming, and alive. Their music is raw, clear, and full of hope. ... more

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