Cowlick Bravado – Reid Jamieson – 2001 – CDbaby | iTunes | Spotify

Reid’s self produced solo debut is nine tasty tracks of folk pop goodness. Reid recorded and played all the instruments on this cd, just for you. The ‘hugging peanuts’ image came from a woodcut stamp that Reid found laying around a yardsale somewhere, it nicely sums up his need to make you feel better.

‘Much like Sarah Harmer… Jamieson’s album is also littered with references to an unknown ‘you’… poetic writing teamed with solid musicianship. – Umbrellamusic.com

CREDITS

All songs Reid Jamieson Socan 2001. Produced, Recorde and Mixed by Reid Jamieson. All instruments and vocals by Reid Jamieson. This album was recorded in a century old brewery in Toronto and mastered by Dave Newfeld at Stars and Sons. Woodblock print on cover; artist unknown.

Thanks to Greg O’Shea, Alvy, MapleMusic.com, Davis Jamieson, Erin McDermott, Jason Raposo, Andy Maize and all my friends and family.

LYRICS

Good Feelings Grow 

 Tell me of your weakness
 Your aggravated secrets
 Hidden for no reason
 And divided by the seasons
 And when they change on you 
 Your pride follows suit 
 And the ignorance holds no reward 
 Allow your fear to slide
 Into the pocket of might 
 Your extraneous sight can allow and hold proud
 Right before the cold comes
 In between your ear drums
 Rubber eyes are useless
 They bounce away the whole mess
 And if you wanna know 
 How good feelings grow
 I can try to describe what I've learned 
 You need an open mind 
 Something that's been hard to find 
 For so long but I know that it's there
 Hiding where?
 Tell me of your weakness
 Your aggravated secrets
 Hidden for no reason
 And divided by the seasons
 On The Way
 When you were just a baby
 Did you know your life was maybe
 Decided without much concern
 And if selfish ways were used
 You've emerged so unabused
 Still your perspective is askew
 So if you've got the heart 
 And you're willing to depart 
 With sadness come along
 We've never been less wrong 
 That love is on the way
 I hope you're still a child 
 Beneath this adult pile 
 of worries, concerns and regrets
 Some patterns never die 
 If you feed them constant lies
 Your problems don't end with your weight
 So if you've got the heart 
 And you're willing to depart 
 With sadness come along
 We've never been less wrong 
 That love is on the way
 I swear on my mother's grave
 I've tried so hard to behave 
 As I thought she might want me to be
 So if you've got the heart 
 And you're willing to depart 
 With sadness come along
 We've never been less wrong 
 That love is on the way


 Latitude

 Holding the hand of an idea
 Looking inside, make sure it's real
 Up against what seems immobile
 But it's moving when you don't watch
 Are you the kind ready to act on
 A moment disguised as a reaction
 Put your will before the mirror
 Ask of it to clear the air
 For your newly found
 decision to be crave less
 Eloquent and resonant
 are the adjectives at hand
 Floating by on a soft word 
 or a sweet idea, some unknown idea
 Here is the weight no one would hope for
 Can it dissolve like a mundane chore?
 Calling out the instigator, identify the perpetrator
 Of all these awful feelings in the way
 Looking at it bottled up
 You may find your progress cut
 Short on long inspirations
 In your attitude, yes it's latitude
 Holding the hand of a decision
 Before it's firm it's an illusion
 Calling out the will to find it 
 There is nothing there to find
 Once you know you found
 What's been there all along


 Nothing to lose

 Is it clear what the challenge is
 Take apart and rebuild the quiz
 That you ask of yourself each day
 In so many ways 
 And when you took it from me
 That wisdom you've improved on
 I learned of much left to see
 In moments we carefully choose
 With nothing to lose
 Yes it's hard on your head sometimes
 To decipher these language crimes
 But our skills grow in leaps and bounds
 Besides losing ground
 And when you took it from me
 The soft words that have helped turn
 Our breathing from shallow to deep
 All good air that comes passing through
 With nothing to lose
 And when you gave it to me
 The passion in a sweet song
 The soundtrack is permanently
 Embedded, do you hear the blues?
 With nothing to lose
 Buried In The Sand
 Tell me how you have covered your island 
 With unattractive and insecure sand
 Maybe I'll build an opposite land mass
 That you can inhabit with me and my friends 
 I'd use the wealth of your inner beauty
 To challenge the weather 
 A pointless affair
 Stand on your own but lean on me sometimes
 You know I'll be solid 
 To shoulder it all
 These hands tire well before the mind
 Stretching knowledge through fragments of time
 Making room for improving beyond
 Making the stronger one
 Making your pain all gone
 How do you change a build up of feelings?
 Acting like weights pulling you down below
 The water is warm surrounding the island 
 It tastes like the summer and smells like the fall
 Of your clouds that have covered too long 
 Your sunshine an explosion of song
 Sang till death makes it's way up the sand
 I've got you by the hand 
 You've got me by the hand 
 Swallow me with your heart.


 Balance

 Is there someone out there waiting?
 For a love that's hesitating
 Does it seem that time crawls by without concern?
 For the welfare of your beating
 Heart that's on the brink of pleading
 With itself to stop the endless self abuse
 Can you understand the truth?
 Can you feel it breaking through?
 All I want for you is a balance to arrive
 All you need to take control of 
 Is the fear most aren't aware of 
 Let compassion grow 
 And guide you through the dark
 That surrounds us all sometimes
 But we need the dark for light
 All I want for you is a balance to arrive


 Juggling Demons

 When you're tired of these
 Arguementive, awkward days
 Lean in, hear the secret
 That I know we will create 
 When you're anger builds up 
 Past the point of no return
 Turn it into knowledge
 Steer away from crash and burn 
 And we're through
 Juggling demons back and forth 
 Between our heads and hearts 
 Expand, ignore the faults 
 We held as facts
 Change your way of thinking
 Elevate accepted lies 
 Spread the feeling gently
 Tell the fantasies goodbye
 And we're through
 Juggling demons back and forth 
 Between our heads and hearts 
 Expand, ignore the faults 
 We held as facts
 And we're through
 Juggling demons back and forth 
 Between our heads and hearts 
 Expand, ignore the faults 
 We held as facts
 And together we'll fight 
 See them through 
 These simpler ways


 Worldly, Golden Hands

 I suppose you're letting me get lonely
 I surmise I'm falling in a deep hole
 And once again I don't know where the ground is
 Is it above? 
 Cause below isn't ending
 Please throw out your hand
 There's a tone that seldomly gets brought out
 It can hide I know because it's inside
 And even now with patience in its top form
 Words are thrown away like we don't own them
 Please throw out your bad words
 Please throw out your sad words
 Let me hear you speak out
 Make the words all clear