Could've Been King

by Blair Packham

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I could've been King But I didn’t dig the clothes The jeweled hat, the ermine robes I could've been King But I didn’t like the hours The wretched excess, the abuse of power I could've been... Top of the heap Head of the class First in line But I didn’t feel like kissin’ so much... ...As I was saying I could've been King I could've been King But I would have had to laugh Wash out my mouth from talking so much crap I could've been King But I would’ve died too young And have the people mourn their royal son I'd have probably... Driven the limo Into the pool Drugged myself Then drowned in my own drool... But I think I was saying I could have been King At least that’s how it looks from here I could have been anything I could have been King But I guess I didn’t try And if they say “sour grapes” It’s possible they’re right I could've been King I know I had the goods The regal bearing, the witty words I could’ve been King The ball was in my court But I wasted chances like it was royal sport I could've been... Top of the heap Head of the class First in line But I didn’t feel like kissin’ so much... ...As I was saying... I could have been King Well at least that’s how it looks from here I could have been anything I could have been King Well, I thought I was in line And if they say “sour grapes” It’s possible they’re right ----------------------------------------------------- © 2003 No. 1 Imperfects / Craig Northey {SOCAN}
2.
words and music by Tam & Tash Amabile and Blair Packham The earth is slipping sideways I’m starting to get dizzy And I think I might slide over the edge Trying to find my balance I reach out for an anchor But I’m at the thin end of the wedge 'Way back when When I sang my baby blues That was then Happiness was all I knew Now I’m walking a line As thin as a thread Tightly wound but coming undone The second hand kept ticking I got older by the minute But no wiser for the time gone by For someone so self-righteous I swear this time I might just Not be totally convinced I'm right 'Way back when... ° If I could I’d sweep my doubts away And wrap myself completely in your arms But deep inside a voice keeps on whispering... It’s whispering: You’re walking a line As thin as a thread Tightly wound but coming undone 'Way back when When I sang my baby blues That was then Happiness was all I knew Now I’m walking a line As thin as a thread Tightly wound but coming undone 'Way back when When I sang my baby blues That was then When I first met you Once again I’m walking that line And I’m coming undone ------------------------------------------------ © 1993 TNT Songs/No.1 Imperfects {SOCAN}
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words and music by Blair Packham and Arlene Bishop Happy Go Lucy I like how you leave me Awake in my mind But you leave me so sleepy I rise and I fall But you strike like a match now Beautiful Lucy You’re so tricky to catch You slip out the window To sleep in the moonlight The stars smile upon you And the earth seems to sigh Happy Go Lucy I burn with your memory You’re touching my flesh With a hand that's so cool You float like a moth Don’t fly into the flame now I’ll call you so gladly I’ll call out your name You slip out the window To sleep in the moonlight The stars smile upon you And the earth seems to sigh (Don’t say goodbye) ----------------------------------------------------- © 2003 No. 1 Imperfects / The Twelve Steves (SOCAN)
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words & music by Blair Packham With her breasts spilling out of her dress She thanked God for all her success And a list of producers and stylists and users And her men who were trained to say "yes" She paused, and we tried to find flaws And found we were quite at a loss She was so very perfect And probably worth it If having her meant breaking the law She tried to go on with her list But the music swept her away They call her an opportunist But it's meant in the best way Before we get farther along I'll declare the intent of this song It's not an indictment of all the excitement Generated by beautiful blondes No, it's not some morality tale Where in the end the beautiful fail And like dumb adolescents They get taught a lesson And the homely always prevail It's almost as if there's a list There's not room for everyone Only the opportunists can step up And claim what they've won The journalists all knew the deal Beneath the Academy sign They shouted "How does it feel?!" And the cameras whirred and they whined The publicists pointed and directed She was next in the line She accepted her opportunity With her breasts spilling out of her dress She thanked God for all her success And I'll bet God enjoyed that She clearly employed what he gave With such generousness Staring into the abyss There's only the chosen few Only the opportunists And maybe not me Nor probably you © 2003 No. 1 Imperfects {SOCAN}
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words and music by Tam & Tash Amabile and Blair Packham Like falling down a waterfall Of blue and you see red Icy waves of anger crashing down Around my head Over talked and overwhelmed Over everything with you Crystal clear Crystal clear Candles burning in your room Light silence where it falls I'm lying here--you're sitting there Means nothing says it all You're arguing semantics With the shadows on the wall It's crystal clear Crystal clear The clock keeps ticking And it drowns out opposition Time can't be bothered with goodbyes Suddenly too tired to cry I search for the ambition To fly The warm breath on the mirror That I had to wipe away Made me see my tears And now I know that I can't stay Never thought it'd come to that Not this time, anyway Crystal clear Crystal clear I look at you and think about The miles and where they've led Leaving trails of restlessness That wander through my head Every place we might've been And where we are instead Crystal clear It's crystal clear © 1996 TNT Music/No. 1 Imperfects (SOCAN)
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Mr. Bitter 03:29
words and music by Blair Packham & Paul Myers Here comes Mister Bitter He’s his own best friend And his own worst enemy Here comes Mister Bitter: He’s making plans, he’s in demand And he wants all the world to see He’ll be moving and a-shaking He’ll be making history He comes with a sidekick She’s a real safe bet And she’s anybody’s guess He comes with a sidekick She bought the farm with all her charms A string of pearls and a tiny dress Now she’s in the bathroom mirror And she’s also in distress Mister Bitter loves to gossip But he can’t afford it if he should get caught Mister Bitter would just be bittersweet If he could only be what he is not He’s a one-note Johnny Turning dollars into dimes And wishes into whines He’s a one-note Johnny His appetite is never right His aim is only to deprive Like a Mormon who gets restless And starts cheating on his wives As a grievance collector Mister Bitter’s at the apex of his art He’ll hold a grudge forever And keep it cozy in his cold and empty heart Here comes Mister Bitter He’s his own best friend And his own worst enemy Here comes Mister Bitter: He’s making plans, he’s in demand And he wants all the world to see He’ll be moving and a-shaking He’ll be making history He’ll be moving and a-shaking He’s his own worst enemy ----------------------------------------------------- © 2004 No. 1 Imperfects {SOCAN}
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words and music by Blair Packham Imagine: Bobby ‘Boris’ Pickett In a parking lot Sarasota, Florida The evening air is not too hot It’s Halloween night, 1992 Bobby ‘Boris’ Pickett With a pickup band Who’re hoping just to make a splash But thinking “Not tonight,” as they all shake hands And crank up the chords to “The Monster Mash” Twenty people or so glance up from their beers As Bobby is introduced And for the millionth time In thirty years The monster’s revived and let loose And they clap for the one-hit-wonder And laugh at the tune they know And they dance and they sing To the song that they first heard so many years ago He’s wearing Frankenstein greasepaint An old suit and boots Standing on the makeshift stage It’s a nightmare gig and it’s not too cute But his rent is due so Bobby bears down Trying to feel out the crowd He starts reminiscing As the band goes from bad to worse Some moron yells out “Hey, shutup and sing!” So Bobby launches into the verse Fronting this band of mulleted boys Who are younger than his song Bobby shuffles his feet And finds his voice And with knowing grins The crowd sings along And they clap for the one-hit-wonder And laugh at the tune they know And they dance and they sing To the song that they first heard so many years ago Bobby will joke that it’s all been a lark But thirty years on he’s still trapped in the dark His Hollywood gang More famous or more dead Don’t hang out with him no more So Bobby gigs instead And they clap for the one-hit-wonder And laugh at the tune they know And they dance and they sing To the song that they first heard so many years ago And they laugh at the one-hit-wonder Well, what the hell have they ever done Have they ever hit the heights and had a string of hits? Well, the one-hit-wonder had one The one-hit wonder had one At least the one-hit wonder had one ----------------------------------------------------- © 2003 No. 1 Imperfects {SOCAN}
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words & music by Fergus Hambleton and Blair Packham Though I know you don't owe an explanation Still I wonder what's going on never thought I'd find myself in this situation never knowing right from wrong Still I wanna know why You didn't tell me yourself Instead I had to hear it from somebody else Somebody else Opened my eyes Somebody else made me realize Somebody else Told me the truth about you Loving hearts will go where they want to And the truth is plain to see All the minutes of our lives Tumble together In the fire burning me Still I wanna know why You didn't tell me yourself Instead I had to hear it from somebody else Somebody else Opened my eyes Somebody else made me realize Somebody else Told me the truth about you © 1993 Fergus Hambleton/No. 1 Imperfects (SOCAN)
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Little Fish 02:40
words & music by Blair Packham Little fish, little pond Forgotten but not gone Coulda been a mighta-been But never-was he was Water turns steel to rust Dreams undreamt turn to dust A picture fades a thousand ways Regret burns on so bright What might have been Might have been nothing at all If you never climb You never have to fall Take a step, then step back Suspicious it’s a trap Reward yourself for risking what Was never yours to lose Lie awake in the night Your hopes at least as bright As all the stars that wink and fade With the coming dawn What might have been Might have been nothing at all If you never climb You never have to fall Little fish, little pond Forgotten but not gone Coulda been a mighta been But a never-was he was ----------------------------------------------------- © 2002 No. 1 Imperfects {SOCAN}
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words & music by Blair Packham It’s a hard, cold world And it’s just getting colder While you and me argue We’re getting nothing but older We’re not getting better We’re not getting smarter It’s a hard, cold world And it’s just getting harder It’s a hard, cold world Where everyone’s a stranger Where grinning faces Barely mask mortal danger Silly politicians Using human lives for barter It’s a hard, cold world And it’s just getting harder And we stood by and watched it crumble And we stood by watched it sink And we just stammered, joked and mumbled And had another drink It’s a hard, cold world Full of cheating “winners” Who'll stomp on wounded bodies And watch you starve while they serve dinner They'll steal wallets from dead men’s pockets While the pile that smokes and smoulders It’s a hard, cold world And it’s just getting colder And we stood by and watched it crumble... It’s a hard, cold world Well, I guess you’ve got the picture That I don’t believe that the answer Is in the wind or in the Scriptures I have no answer, my friend And I don’t mean to be a scolder But it’s a hard, cold world And it’s just getting colder We’re not getting better We’re not getting smarter It’s a hard, cold world And it’s just getting harder ----------------------------------------------------- © 2003 No. 1 Imperfects
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words and music by Blair Packham When the rent came due When the bank came calling When the jig was up You were off hiding When it hit the fan And turned real bad When the going got rough You were already gone And I’m not sorry Even though I trusted you And if I think of you at all I’ll think of you fondly Well, we had our times Of ups and downs But the best of times Never outweighed the bad You made your choice You used your voice You made it known that You were blowing town And I’m not sorry Even though I trusted you And if I think of you at all I’ll think of you fondly This grudge is a heavy load And it’s time for me to take the high road I’ve resolved to be more evolved Wish me luck! Well when I find I’ve got you on my mind In a one-way rant I’ll just try to let it go And if I hear your name I won’t make a face I’ll show restraint And I’ll think good thoughts No, I’m not sorry... ----------------------------------------------------- © 2004 No. 1 Imperfects {SOCAN}
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Last 02:38
So you made it You made it to the end, I see Congratulations, felicitations, well done! Some will never get beyond track two, or maybe three So they’ll never ever get to hear this song This song is a song all about itself Not concerned with lives lived well or lives lived fast It’s not about broken hearts or dreams that fade away All that it’s about are the things that come in last Sure, I guess top billing is the greatest place to be With validation, the fascination of the world But I gotta think at this late date it’s not the place for me As long as I’m the last stop for one specific girl If I’m the last one she kisses When she’s turning out the light Or the last one she blames when things go wrong Well, I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t really mind If she knows I’m singing ‘bout her when I’m singing this last song So you made it, you made it Thanks for hanging in Such dedication deserves a big reward But you’ll have to be satisfied With my grateful grin And know it’s really all I can afford

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A mid-life crisis album. Much more fun than that sounds. Smart mix of roots rock, Americana and pop from "one of Canada's best unsung pop songwriters" (Ron Sexsmith)

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released January 31, 2004

Recorded with those power pop geniuses, The Odds (from Vancouver, BC, Canada).

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Blair Packham Toronto, Ontario

Thirteen years after his last release (2004’s “Could’ve Been King”), Blair Packham has returned with a collection of clever and always satisfying songs, called “Unpopular Pop.” A bit Beatle-y, with shades of Elvis Costello, Blair’s new songs are undeniably all his. He made the record at home and then called on Ron Sexsmith and ex-Barenaked Ladies’ Steven Page to make vocal appearances. ... more

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