SENTIMENTAL SONG
 Written by  Carolyn Victoria Mill & Reid Jamieson

Written by Reid and his Mrs., this swinging single sums up what remains a rather complicated time of year for them both. While single-parent poverty left its coal-black mark on CVM’s childhood, Reid’s mother’s death on December 22nd meant that, for one teenage boy, the season would never be quite the same. And yet, each year when lights begin to twinkle, and the melodies of Christmas past make their home in our hearts once again. The magic of holiday music can somehow make even the Scrooge in us want to sing along.

 You know it's not my time of year
 Too many heart aches and far too many tears
 Miles apart from the family I hold dear
 I find it hard to play along
 While I watch the fire glow
 Some go hungry, while others play with gold
 Away in a manger the night is growing cold
 I find it hard to sing along

 It's just this sentimental song
 I haven't heard it in so long
 But when they put that record on
 I can believe again
 In candy canes and mistletoe
 White lights and wishes tied up with a bow
 Each time they turn that music low
 I can believe again

 You know it's just that time of year
 Memories play while I try to raise a cheer
 They hang on the tree just like silent souvenirs
 I find them hard to string along
 Sometimes I'd rather be alone
 I've got my reasons; I just thought
 that you should know
 The saddest of seasons since we 
 watched my mother go
 I find it hard to sing along 

 It's just this sentimental song
 I haven't heard it in so long
 But when they put that record on
 I can believe again
 In angels dancing in the snow
 Sleigh bells and reindeer prancing in a row
 Each time they turn that music low
 I can believe again

 It's just a simple melody
 Pulls at my heartstrings, 
 and sets my spirit free
 I remember the words, 
 how she sang them to me
 And so I'll try to sing along

 It's just this sentimental song
 I haven't heard it in so long
 But when they put that record on
 I can believe again
 In candy canes and mistletoe
 White lights and wishes tied up with a bow
 Each time they turn that music low
 I can believe again

 You know it's not my time of year…
 

THIS COULD BE THE YEAR
 Written by  Carolyn Victoria Mill & Reid Jamieson

Written as a tongue-in-cheek homage to the Stanley Cup, this twang-filled tune tells the tale of long standing wishes granted, and/or grace in defeat. Featuring the tasty talents of Steve Dawson on Banjo and slide guitar.

 I've got a feeling, 
 this could be the year
 I'm gonna get what I wish for
 I've been good so long
 I've got a feeling
 this could be the year
 I'm gonna get what I wish for
 I've been good so long
 and if I've got it wrong
 there’s always next year
 I'll be strong
 till you come home
 where you belong
 It’s coming nearer
 and this could be the year
 we all get what we long for
 this feeling can’t be wrong
 let's raise a cheer for
 making this the year
 we all get what we need lord
 we've been waiting so long
 and if we get it wrong
 there's always
 next year
 we'll stay strong
 till we get home
 where we belong
 winters come and winters go
 high hopes melting 
 with the snow
 I find myself just wishing though
 for you and me, you never know
 I've got a feeling
 this could be the year
 I'm gonna get what I wish for
 I've been good so long
 let's raise a cheer for
 making this the year
 we all get what we need lord
 we've been waiting so long


LAST DAY OF THE YEAR 
written by Reid Jamieson 

 A toast to resolutions and regrets, Reid’s ode to new year’s eve is reprised from ‘The Unavoidable Truth’ as a bit of a midnight tango this time out.

Time often spends itself
with no concern for mental health.
Care how you expend your wealth
the last day of the year.
Longing and looking back,
major change there is no lack,
of sacred blessings, heart attacks,
the last day of the year.
Three cheers it's coming closer,
The new beginning You've been yearning.
Forward, keep falling forward.
The timing's right, you shouldn't fight it,
just be delighted.
Leave room for little doubt,
a lesson's learned, a whisper shouted.
Turn your mistakes inside out
the last day of the year.
Three cheers we made it this far,
it's all brand new, this point of view.
Heartstrings are played at midnight;
they're picked apart, in tune or off key.
It's clear can you see?
Push hard with all your might.
Our resolution starts tonight,
to find out where self-pity hides.
The last day of the year.
The last night of the year.
The last breath of the year.