A Kind And Gentle Nature

by Ian Bruce

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    No two of my CDs are even slightly similar. Here is a different sound again. Recorded by Doug Bailey. I went to the studio with my guitar and Ian Murray, the percussionist. Doug supplied Paul Sartin and Paul Hutchinson (Belshazzar's Feast). The first song they tackled was "Up There With 'Em" which I wrote as a country song. It turned into a klezmer piece. After my initial shock I settled into and really loved it. The whole album has a very different sound to my norm. The songs are some of my strongest IMHO and I think it works. Again, the CDs are all sold and here we have the download. Cast your ears over it. It's a grower. There is talk of Doug remastering the whole CD and including it on the Wild Goose Download Page. Go on. Have a look. I will not be offended! GO! LOOK!
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1.
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? CHORUS. 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. credits
2.
LINCOLN AND 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.
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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 see through any lies The way it is with her mum and I It simply has to be And I hope she sees through any lie she'll maybe hear about me Well I was just the money It tore me apart to see more of their begging palms Than I ever saw of their hearts. I couldn't take it anymore I went out on my own And I hear they miss 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 But as long as there's my little one There's strength to carry on.
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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 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.
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SPEAKIN' FREE (Ian M. Bruce) CHORUS 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 CHORUS MIDDLE 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. CHORUS
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ALL OR NOTHING (Ian M. Bruce) You poached my friends. 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. CHORUS 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. CHORUS 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." CHORUS
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Me & My Home 03:53
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 Charlston, West Virginia And it's a really long time till the show. REFRAIN! 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 Charlston, West Virginia And it's a really long time till the show. MIDDLE 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? Thanks to you my pen and paper There when I needed a friend I'm this plaza in Charlston, West Virginia Thank God it's nearly time to go.
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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
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MIND OF A CHILD (Ian M. Bruce) He just made a bus from a row of chairs 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. CHORUS It's a curious thing the mind of a child A world of play and fantasies wild Ahh but let them believe in the man in the moon. They'll find truth too soon Out in the garden playing at ball A game he seems to enjoy He receives a pass from no one at all So says my little my boy He kicks - He scores one goal more I know he heard that Hampden Roar Back in the garden playing at war A game he seems to enjoy "I know what soldiers are fighting for" So says my little boy With no careful aim he fires his gun Soldiers are fighting cos fighting is fun.
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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..... CHORUS 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........ MIDDLE 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?)
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UP THER WITH 'EM (Ian M. Bruce) I always loved the labels That black and shiny groove The way those discs would spin around As the auto-changer 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 - The Shadows' Apache. I still play it from time to time Though it's now kinda scratchy I was 4 years old My 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 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.... Well we all have our dreams and some of them come true I stand here as living proof that a few of them do It's 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 I've made friends But like all good things It must come to an end Just like we all must I have up and died I got loads of famous angels up here by my side

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released June 1, 1996

IAN BRUCE - Vocals, Guitar
PAUL SARTIN - Backing Vocals, Fiddle, Oboe, String Arrangement.
PAUL HUTCHINSON - Backing Vocals,Accordion
IAN 'Skippy" MURRAY - Drums, Percussion

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