A Kind and Gentle Nature

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Recorded at Wild Goose Studios by Doug Bailey


released October 1, 1996

Ian Bruce - Guitar & Vocal
Paul Sartin - Oboe & Violin
Paul Hutchinson - Accordion



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Track Name: Blue Denim Days
(Ian M. Bruce)

They called me in, after eighteen years.
In as many seconds,
They confirmed my fears.
I was so bitter then,
For doing me so wrong.
I'm so bitter now,
Why the hell'd they take so long?

To give me...Blue Denim Days.
Being bright and breezy.
Blue Denim Days.
Now I'm feeling free and easy.
I'm not sure to whom I offer praise,
But, thanks for allowing me Blue Denim Days.

Still I can't believe this new way I'm on to.
I can still wear a tie,
But only if I want to.
I can pierce my ears,
I can even shave my head.
I awake, when I want, screaming, "Office days are dead!!"

The years roll on,
But no old ways I'm missin'.
Now I'm writing songs
And people sit and listen.
I may never make it big,
But, in a way, that's o.k.
I have all I need in my Blue Denim Days.
Track Name: Lincoln & My Brothers
(Ian M. Bruce)

I tried to grab a handful to take to my heart.
There's nothing here for me to hold.
No love to grasp, no ghosts from the past
And not a single memory to guide me.

On these terraced streets
My brothers used to play.
That was long before I was born.
I never saw them kick a ball
Against the red brick walls
Nor trudging off to school in the morning.

"Bonny" was the cat.
They were very fond of 'that!'
In later years they told me all about him.
How he'd followed them around..
A bit more like a hound.
There's no photograph of "Bonny"
And no album.

Lincoln and my brothers saw my parents' younger days.
An older mum speaks fondly of Bampa
I wrap her words so tightly round..
Like a loose fitting hand-me-down
As she tells me of his kind and gentle nature.

I'm like some anxious yankee with his book on history.
Probing for postion in the past.
But this past was never mine.
I'm simply from a different time.
With heavy heart..
I may as well go home.
Track Name: Her Daddy's Eyes
(Ian M. Bruce)

If she has her daddy's eyes
Maybe she can see.
If she has her daddy's eyes
She'll know why I had to leave.
She'll know why I had to leave.

It's always said she looks like me.
They say she has my eyes.
Well if her eyes are just like mine
She'll through any lies.
The way it is with her mum and I
It simply has to be.
I hope she sees through any lies
She'll maybe hear about me.
She'll maybe hear about me.

I was just the money.
It tore me apart
To see more of their begging palms
Than ever saw of their hearts
I couldn't take it anymore
I went out on my own.
I hear they miss the the money
Now that I am gone.

My older kids don't talk to me
They say I'm just bad news.
My little one; she loves me.
She must get so confused.
My health of late? Well it's not too great.
The money's long since gone.
As long as there's my little one
There's strength to carry on.
Track Name: The Rest of The World
(Ian M. Bruce)

There was my father.
There was my mother.
There was my brother.
There was my other brother.
But he was my first encounter with The Rest of the World.

Where's Mother taking me? What are we going to see?
Hey Mum what a thrill.
We're going away from home, A long way to roam.
All the way to the foot of the hill.

I met my first friend, he's now an old friend.
So, my oldest friend he always will be.
As sports and clowns, we've had more ups than downs.
Never been too hard to agree.


And so this old friend,
He's been a good friend,
And we're close, close as ever still.
I've never fretted, never regretted
Finding life at the foot of the hill.

Track Name: Speakin' Free
(Ian M. Bruce)

Speakin' Free - good to hear
Speakin' Free - good to hear
Cross my heart, I hope to die.
We are eye to eye for the first time.

Best of friends - sometimes asunder
Unspoken thoughts make me wonder.
What makes you tick?
How I wished I was psychic
To understand you.

I've known you so long
You were always strong.
Too strong to fall
Not so strong as that wall that surrounds you


Now this change is kinda strange
Good to see you're no different from me.
Broken bricks lie on the ground
Fists of Steel smashed them down. Good for you!
Let me welcome you through,
It's good to know ya.

Track Name: All or Nothing
(Ian M. Bruce)

You poached my freinds.
Some ask about you.
Some think we're one.
I think you want them to.
Sure I like you
And you've been good to me.
But you come on too strong
And I can't let that be.

It's all or nothing
And you're forcing me to choose. It's all or nothing
And 'All" is going to lose.

Go on deny it.
Pretend you're squeaky clean.
Spin your famous line
"I don't know what you mean!"
Phone my mother.
Tell her I'm bad.
Then fail to understand why I get mad.


Stop trying to touch me.
Stop trying to mother me.
Stop trying to kiss me.
Stop!...Smothering me.

Gimme some credit.
I see through your plan.
And I will dodge your little trap
In any way I can.
No I won't kiss you when you call.
Well now I would say..
"That 'bout says it all."

Track Name: Me and My Home
(Ian M. Bruce)

I swore to myself
I made a conscious decision
No songs about life on the road.
I'm in a plaza in Charleston West Virginia
And it's a real long time till the show.

So I succumb.
I just can't help it.
I'm sitting in a car, mid West Virginia Feeling every mile between
Me and my home.

I'd phone home but I can't afford the call
And anyway, I'm in no mood to smile
I'm in a plaza in Charleston West Virginia
And it's a really long time till the show.

All this spare time really plays on my mind.
It's 19 years since my father died.
All these wasted years of work and education
And the money I've tossed aside
Will I ever take a bride? Who cares?


Thanks to you my pen and paper.
You were there when I needed a friend.
I'm in a plaza in Charleston West Virginia
Thank god it's nearly time to go.

Track Name: Lonely Old Lady
(Ian M. Bruce)

She's a lonely old lady
She sits by her fire
Scorching her legs as the flames dance higher.
Reflections in specs of a flickering screen.
Her favourite programme again is unseen.
She's been snoozing.
MmmH! Snoozing.

But has she been sleeping for one hour or two?
She fumbles from sleep.
She finds little to do.
But glance at the phone which infrequently rings.
Hum unwritten songs
She frequently sings

La la la la.
La la la lonely
She's lonely
La la la lonely.

Then speakin' out loud she says
"Don't be so lazy!"
Mobility isn't so easy these days.
She shuffles her way past last month's mag.
To a wintry kitchen and a one cup teabag.
She's lonely
La la la lonely. Lonely.
La la la lonely.

There's an old shoe box
And it's tied round with string.
Creased black and whites.
She got Brownies within.
But the prized Polaroids, they adorn the piano.
Grandchildren's silent "Hello!"
Grandchildren's silent "Hello!"

All lights out but one on the bedside table.
No more late nights.
She's no longer able.
Just one more day put to memory's store.
She lies there wondering "How many more?"
She's lonely
La la la lonely.

Her mind's eye sees the shoebox untied.
Prized Polaroids join the Brownies inside.
The faces drift past her bed as they go.
Grandchildren's last cheerio.
Grandchildren's last cheerio
Track Name: The Mind of a Child
(Ian M. Bruce)

He just made a bus from a row of chairs
It's a game he seems to enjoy
Full on top but seats downstairs
So says my little boy
And though there was no one there
From each seat he picked up a fare

It's a curious thing, The Mind of a Child
A world of play and fantasies wild
But let them believe in the man in the moon,
They'll find truth too soon.

Out in the garden playing at ball
He receives a pass from no one at all
He kicks and scores one goal more
I know he heard that Hamden roar

Back in the garden playing at war
"I know what soldiers are fighting for."
With no careful aim, he fires his gun.
"Soldiers are fighting cos fighting is fun."
Track Name: I Can't Sit Still
(Ian M. Bruce)

There's times when I'm doing nothing
My mind just gets taxed.
Even with this so-called doing nothing
I can't relax.
It's worst when I'm alone
And I'm rattling round the house.
I'm best when I'm with my friends
But for one grouse.....

I can't sit still.
There's always something to do
Sometimes I have to sit on my hands.
It's almost like I'm ill.
I can't sit still.
OoooH! I can't sit still.

I am the anxious type
There's lots of us around.
Many 'nervies' just like me Generally 'has' found........

Because there's always something broken
Or something needing cleaned
A letter needing written
Well....You know what I mean.

(Pick up the broom, sweep up the dust Pick up the steel-wool, take off the rust Get to the bank
Pay all the bills
Get it all done...Maybe I will...
Do everything according to plan. Man...Don't you know what I mean?)
Track Name: Up there With 'Em
(Ian M. Bruce)

I always loved the labels
That black and shining groove.
The way those discs would spin around
As the autochanger moved.
The player came to life
Every time I pressed the start.
I felt the way that some folks must
When Cupid fires a dart.

My first was on Columbia
I still play it from time to time
Though it's now kinda scratchy.
I was four years old and
This love was brand new
I never dreamed that one day
I'd be making records too.

Now I'm Up There With 'Em.
I'm Up There With 'Em.
I'm up there with The Beatles and Stones
On my shelf

We all have our dreams
And a few of them come true
I stand here as living proof
That a few of them do.
It'ls not that I sold a million though I'd love that there's no doubt It was the first time the needle fell And my own voice came out.

Well, it's been a simple life
And I've made many friends
Like all good things it must come to an end.
So, just like we all must,
I have up and died.
I got loads of famous angels
Up here by my side