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Everything That's Good
02:47
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words and music by
Blair Packham
Everything that’s good about the world
Could fit on the head of a pin
I’d use it to prick the bubble of resentment
And jealousy I feel for him
Everything that’s good about the world
Is concentrated in her grip
Hands wrapped around my nearly bursting heart
As she prods me with a fingertip
Everything that’s good:
Stand up and be counted
I’m losing my faith
And I’m losing it fast
Everything that’s good:
I took it for granted
Always believe ∏d it would last
‘Til I met that girl
I thought I knew
Everything that’s good about the world
I spent my chances
Like change in my pocket
Without thinking that they were gone
Hope sprang eternal
‘Til hope sprang a leak
Now how will I get along?
Everything that’s good about the world
Disappears when I think of how
He waltzed in while my head was spinning ‘round
And won her heart somehow
Everything that’s good about the world
Means nothing ‘til I break his hold
Revenge is fine in an overheated moment
But is so often sweeter cold
Everything that’s good:
Stand up and be counted...
© 1992 No. 1 Imperfects (SOCAN)
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Weird to You
03:07
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words and music by
Blair Packham & Arlene Bishop
Doesn’t it seem weird to you
The more unlikely the more it’s true
Like stepping through a looking-glass now, baby
Everything is upside-down
But as long as I have you around
This world of ours just doesn’t seem so crazy
Is it chemical
The way I feel the pull
Of your moon
Is it gravity
Or insanity that brought
You here tonight
Now doesn’t it seem weird to you
The more unlikely the more it’s true
Like stepping through a looking-glass now, baby
Everything is upside-down
But as long as I have you around
This world of ours just doesn’t seem so crazy
Like a big parade
Or a hand grenade
You’re impressive
I’m a racing car
You’re a mason jar
Full of gasoline
How you came to me
I may never know
You’re a mystery
A sweet simile
Like a thunderclap
Or a blasting cap
Unlikely but it’s true
Now doesn’t it seem weird to you
The more unlikely the more it’s true
Like stepping through a looking-glass now, baby
Everything is upside-down
But as long as I have you around
This world of ours just doesn’t seem so crazy
© 2000 No.1 Imperfects/The Twelve Steves {SOCAN}
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She Just Is
04:07
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words and music by
Blair Packham
Fifteen miles from where the future was
That’s where I grew up
I was only half an hour’s drive away
Independent I proclaimed myself
King of all I saw
When I met her I knew I would abdicate
I can’t explain just what I see
Though she means everything to me
She is definition-proof
Words are just not equal to her
If I were asked how I’d define her
On a questionaire or quiz
I’d take the path of least resistance:
She just is
Maybe up in heaven someday
Somebody can make a list
For only in Eternity
Would I have the time
To tell you all she means to me
I know what she is
One look and it’s confirmed:
She just is
I can’t explain just what I see
Though she means everything to me
She’s above and way beyond
What there can be no limit on
God made no man or woman perfect
I guess the final word is His
Well as close as God allows,
She Just Is
© 1991 No. 1 Imperfects
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Crying A River For You
04:13
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words & music by
Blair Packham & Suzie Vinnick
Been around for long enough to know, baby
I could never ever let you go
Any thing you want I would surely do
Now I’m crying a river for you
For seven days and for seven nights, baby
Trying to see how we could make it right
Ever since you told me you and I were through
I been crying a river for you
Whoa, crying a river for you
Crying a river
A river of years
There’s enough that we could sail away
I’m drowning in these tears
Crying a river
A river for…
You and I together on this boat, baby
Trying to see just how we might stay afloat
Any storm we’d face somehow we’d pull through
Now I’m crying a river for you
Crying a river
A river of years
There’s enough that we could sail away
I’m drowning in these tears
Crying a river
Crying a river
A river of years
There’s enough that we could sail away
I’m drowning in these tears
Crying a river
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5. |
Sunday Morning
04:19
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There’s no audience
At nearly five a.m.
I’m down the road with no one special
But it’s quite a show
It’s no one that you’d know
She’s got seven rings on her right hand
It’s Sunday morning: I was wondering what to do
Should I pray or smoke another roman candle
It’s Sunday morning: I was wondering if you knew
Baby, I just called to see if I could get through
Well, you know me
And you know I’ve tried
To put the very best foot forward---but I don’t know
‘Cause I lost my coat
Out on the 404
And it seems happy hour just won’t quit
Sunday morning...
I worked the room
‘Til the place was in a shambles
I was shown the door
But I couldn’t find the handle
So I stumbled on
Two more sweaty hours
Time enough to pop the question--to myself
But I lost my nerve
And the answer’s plain:
Sixty-eight from ninety-five leaves seventeen
Sunday morning
I was wondering what to do
Should I pray or smoke another roman candle
It’s Sunday morning
I was wondering if you knew
Baby, I just called to see if I could get through
© 1995 No. 1 Imperfects / peermusic Canada Ltd.
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NV
03:40
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Envy the sadness, envy the laugh
Envy the future, envy the past
Envy the daylight, envy the night
Envy the left then, envy the right
Envy the shy but is pride such a sin?
I’d like to die with a shit-eating grin
Envy suspicion, envy the truth
Envy superstition, envy the proof
Envy first to leave, envy the last
Envy the slow to love, envy the fast
Envy the woman that I’ve never met
I want her lover asleep in my bed
I want it, I want it all
Envy the circumstance, envy the luck
Envy the analyst, envy the nut
Envy the cancer, envy the cure
Envy the tainted, envy the pure
Envy the worker who gets so much done
I’d rather lie here and sleep in the sun
I want it, I want it all
Tastemakers, world shapers
Crowd pleasers and scenesters
The big boss the big shots
Not have nots, not have nots
Envy the idol, envy the god
Envy the prophet, envy the fraud
Envy the apple, envy the taste
Envy the Angel with the eighteen inch waist
Envy the judge who knows right from wrong
Pity the singer who brought you this song
© 1998 No. 1 Imperfects / The Twelve Steves (SOCAN)
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She says it’s a mystery
And maybe it is
It may not be history
But the story is his
And Lucy played a bit part
Waiting in the wings
For the telephone or anything
Where do you stand, Lucy?
Where you began or here with me?
Tuesday’s come and gone and still he hasn’t called
I think that you should come on home to me
By Monday her innocence
Was put to the test
She caught him by accident
But nevertheless
My Lucy knew he’d have a story up his sleeve
So she waited for his make-believe…come on
Where do you stand, Lucy?
Where you began or here with me?
Tuesday’s come and gone and still he hasn’t called
I think that you should come on home to me
And Lucy longs to be the star in his eyes
If he could only see past the glare
That is cast by his own brilliant light
Where do you stand, Lucy?
Where you began or here with me?
Tuesday’s come and gone and still he hasn’t called
I think that you should come on home to me
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8. |
Paris Is Burning
04:09
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words and music by
Blair Packham
Well, I didn’t forgive you
When I told you that I would
And I didn’t forget you
Though we both agreed I should
But Paris is burning
And we must make our escape
It is said cats have nine lives
While men have only three:
The private life
The public life
The one lived in secrecy
But Paris is burning
And the truth will be revealed
People laugh at me
They smile and joke
I’m still working on this concrete boat
Will it sink or will it float?
Take my hand: we’ll sail downstream
Sometimes chances are taken
Sometimes chances are refused
Sometimes madness overtakes you
When all your chances have been used
But Paris is burning
And the streets are running red
Paris is burning...
© 1997 No. 1 Imperfects (SOCAN)
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9. |
Road To Discovery
03:59
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words and music by
Roger Marsh & Blair Packham
I had a dream
That everything was beautiful
The sky was a blue I’d never seen
And as I walked
The road to discovery
It came to me at once:
This was no dream
The mind unconscious
Or the mind asleep
A secret garden of the words you speak
(But when all the talking’s done...)
I see
Further than I think
That’s why I think I cannot see
Down the endless road
I see
Further than I think
So I’m distracted by the end
Down that endless road
The road to discovery
I saw a door
With a mirror on the outside
And a key in the lock
Waiting to be turned
And so I did:
My reflection unreliable
I was left to wonder
Just what I’d learned
Am I a crease on your pillow
Or just a ringing phone
Are all my questions cutting close to the bone
(I’ve really got to know...)
I see
Further than I think...
Now I’m turning down your street
With an address
And a feeling of cold feet
Will you warm me?
I see
Further than I think...
© 1992 No. 1 Imperfects / Two Tigers Music (SOCAN / PRS
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10. |
I Don't Know
02:41
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All we know is all we see
All the rest is a mystery
Do the clouds reach for the ground?
Does the silence yearn for sound?
I don’t know?
All we want is everything
Everything the world was meant to be
Do the leaves hold to the tree?
Does the shore belong to the sea?
I don’t know
A million stars hang up in the sky
And every one of them has been wished on
Once or twice
I’m glad my wish came true
You belonged to me
And I belonged to you
All we love is all we have
And all the rest is up for grabs
Will you love me like you said?
Will you stay with me ‘til death?
I don’t know
I don’t know but I hope so
I don’t know but I hope so
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Blair Packham Toronto, Ontario
New album "The Impossible Dream" coming soon! Thirteen years after 2004’s “Could’ve Been King," Blair Packham returned with a collection of clever and heartfelt songs, called “Unpopular Pop.” A bit Beatle-y, with shades of Elvis Costello, Blair’s 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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