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Stay With Me

by N Jay Burr

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1.
No Longer On The Run 03:07
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No Longer On The Run Fresh rain on pavement, now there’s a scent you can never forget, you came and you went The sun shines and blinds us, windows rolled down Winding them curves runnin this road down Miles behind us, many more to go A long road in front as the hitchhikers know Day turns to night, this car’s till movin Radio on, as we start groovin Lean on the tread, these tire’s they’re stealin Years of our youth, when we were freewheelin Careless and young, stuck to our guns The road far behind us, no longer on the run... With a tear in my eye, friends left behind Families and memories can never unwind The road has her call, in spite of it all In search for adventure, spring summer and fall Now the highway is my way, sunny skies ahead Not looking for trouble, but experience instead And that purple and red sunset, it never grows old The story’s finally finished, but so often retold Lean on the tread, these tire’s they’re stealin Years of our youth, when we were freewheelin Careless and young, stuck to our guns The road far behind us, no longer on the run... In those times of old, now nobody knows Those days long gone, I guess history won Now we lie silent, idle and tired, where Once we ruled the road like young’ us all fired up Lean on the tread, these tire’s they’re stealin Years of our youth, when we were freewheelin Careless and young, stuck to our guns The road far behind us, no longer on the run...
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Who Are The Lucky Ones? 04:21
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(Who are) The Lucky One’s Who are the lucky ones Can you tell me reasons why/ Is it those who long for peace, as they search upon the skies? No empty hearts or bellies, no sleeping ‘neath the stars They’re loved by friends and family, knowing who thy truly are With food upon the table, and sleep in a nice warm bed It’s the place we all belong, to be comfortable and fed Now everyone’s together, to celebrate in life Beneath the fire’s hearth, on this cold I’d-winter’s night, and tell me Who are the lucky ones? Is it we, who are the lucky ones? Tell me Who are the lucky ones ?I believe it’s we who are the lucky ones. Tell me:who are the lucky ones? Can you tell me reasons why? Is it those warmed my love beneath this pale blue sky? Where all the world’s problems seem plenty far away Because with love the nestle close, and are never led astray Preach love not hate, be selfless and have charity, ‘Cos in this we recognize, the true meaning of prosperity Where money has no value, it only helps to obscure The true meaning in this life is that Love’s the only cure, tell me: Who are the lucky ones? Is it we, who are the lucky ones? Tell me Who are the lucky ones ?I believe it’s we who are the lucky ones. Tell me: Who are the lucky ones , can you tell me reasons why? Is it those who never tire of giving, and for never asking why? ‘Cos to love unconditionally, those are the ones who truly know It’s the most important lesson in us learning how to grow I wish peace upon our planet, to all who live in strife Be thanks and be humble, be you husband, child or wife Now everyone’s together, to celebrate in life Beneath the fire’s hearth, on this cold mid-winter’s night, and tell me: Who are the lucky ones? Is it we, who are the lucky ones? Tell me Who are the lucky ones ?I believe it’s we who are the lucky ones. X2
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Stay With Me 04:13
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Stay With Me Last night, I saw you in my dreams All those years gone by, they disappeared Never know for sure, if it’s you or your memory in mind But almost seems like, our flame it burned too bright And our wings got singed by the fire, you never were here... At night. Those creatures start to appear They come crawling, searching for something, that isn’t there What happened when our hearts met, they caught spark Burned too close then grew cold But always too close, means that flame burns hotter than most And the white hot embers they cool, and then blow away... Come Stay with me, why won’t you stay with me Just for awhile. It’s taking it’s time Perhaps love might arrive. I do believe it’s time But always too close, means that flame burns hotter than most And those white hot embers they cool, and then blow away... Come Stay with me. Why won’t you stay with me Just for awhile. It’s taking it’s time Perhaps love might arrive. I do believe it’s time
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Clothing Makes The Man 03:14
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Clothing Make the Man Guys in slacks, moustache waxed Hair gelled dippity do Waistcoats buttoned, hiding nothing Busting to break loose It’s not too late, set him straight Get in those fancy shoes Starched whites, shining bright Dressed to suit the mood Must admit a suit that fits, now surely that’s the plan It’s been said and I always read that clothing makes the man My guess is, a well-dressed fellers called a ‘dapper Dan’ It’s been said, and I always read that clothing makes the man X 2 Ill-bred man shun clothes that can Enhance his stance and bettered Well-cut clothing, spirit’s boasting Strolls through life unfettered Slim-necked ties, worn by guys, who Reek of cheap cologne Double-breasted or barrel chested Fellows dearly know Must admit a suit that fits, now surely that’s the plan It’s been said and I always read that clothing makes the man My guess is, a well-dressed fellers called a ‘dapper Dan’ It’s been said, and I always read that clothing makes the man X 2 There’s time and a place, for style and grace The fairer sex must know Man’s a fool forgetting the rule, the Cut of your jib’s for show The suit makes the man, every man can Adjust to his surroundings Dressed to the hilt, his stature built On territory most resounding Must admit a suit that fits, now surely that’s the plan It’s been said and I always read that clothing makes the man My guess is, a well-dressed fellers called a ‘dapper Dan’ It’s been said, and I always read that clothing makes the man X 2
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Slow Cookin 04:09
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Sorry, lyrics won’t copy to this portal. EVERY other song works, i don’t know why not here. You should be able to hear them all anyways!
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(It's Not) The Death Of Hope 03:30
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The Death of Hope Our language has a ton of 4 letter words Many are dirty, some of them absurd, but There’s one that many seem to forget It’s sentiment lofty, no room for regret That word is ‘hope’, and it comes in short supply Our world in despair, often seems like a lie The future’s uncertain, many people not working Political leaders turn a blind eye, but Let us not believe it’s the death of hope Helping one another, where help is needed most A need to achieve in this new world conceived, please Let us not believe it’s the death of hope There’s no time for sorrow, no time for games We’re washing our hands of political stains Problems, solutions, daily ablutions Warring factions taking down names Our politicians liars, rattling their sabres Tweeting to twats, hate feeding haters The time is now, no matter how Victory to the fruits of our labours, but Let us not believe it’s the death of hope Helping one another, where help is needed most A need to achieve in this new world conceived, please Let us not believe it’s the death of hope In a world upended, our economy suspended Destitute, starving in the streets Our rent’s overdue, we got holes in our shoes Those values soon become obsolete, but I tell you One thing is true, it can happen to you As is has to so many people before With little to trust, our hunger unjust Unified, we break down that door, but Let us not believe it’s the death of hope Helping one another, where help is needed most We need to achieve in this new world conceived, please Let us not believe it’s the death of hope X2
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The River Doesn't Care 04:34
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The River Doesn’t Care We struggle, fight, with all our might Nations they understand nothing People, unequal, often quite feeble Struggling to somehow feel something Families split, unready to commit Sit idle, dormant while they’re dreaming Clean blue skies, while avoiding the lies, on This planet we feel is worth keeping The river doesn’t care, it just flows Finding its path, always knows where to go Humanity blind to what it is The river doesn’t care, it just flows These murky waters, I can’t see the bottom, perhaps Rose coloured glasses may help Mountains grow taller, people they holler Their voices stifled to yelps Snow keeps falling, tho these years less often, as The sun’s burning brighter each day Stars still shine on clear nights, while we’re Wishing our fears fly away The river doesn’t care, it just flows Finding its path, always knows where to go Humanity blind to what it is The river doesn’t care, it just flows Reservoir dries, under those clear blue skies Need some clouds to help bring on the rain People can’t change, so it’s time to arrange, and Accept that we need to feel pain ‘Cos in pain we heal, stand to learn a great deal ‘Bout where we’ve gone right and we’ve gone wrong The moral you ask? Don’t take me to task, ‘cos The world as we know it is gone, but The river doesn’t care, it just flows Finding its path, always knows where to go Humanity blind to what it is The river doesn’t care, it just flows The river doesn’t care, it just flows The river doesn’t care, it just flows
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She's Always Right 03:01
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She’s Always Right If there ever was a way to make a grown man cry, well Stick him with a woman, now there’s your reason why, because Men never broke my heart, and no, they never turned their back, but A woman’s always right, and there ain’t no disputing that, Well they Got you on a string, and once you share that ring, hell It don’t matter much, even if she’s a diamond in the rough You can share share your affection, but prepare for correction, ‘cos She’s always right, morning noon and night She’s always right and we failed to see the light, now Perhaps this bulb is dim, because with girls one never wins It’s a war of attrition, now please pass the ammunition, ‘cos She’s always right, she’s always right. Now beneath that tender smile lies a weasel in disguise Who’s just waiting for her time to engage in a fight. Where The loser’s always you, and subconsciously confused, now She might let you think that her shit don’t stink, but She’s always right, and we failed to see the light, now Perhaps this bulb in dim because with girls one never wins It’s a war of attrition, and the key in the ignition, but She’s always right, she’s always right Oh lord please help me to see their wise old ways, it’s Payin it forward to men waiting for their day It’s a troubled world we live in, and it’s getting tougher every day Now you best come round to a woman’s want of thinking, ‘cos That’s the only way... Well I run myself ragged, to avoid incessant nagging Even tho I’ve done my part, its always the horse before the cart Tonight a pale moon’s rising, under the stars I’ll be lying, knowing She’s always right, morning noon and night She’s always right, and we failed to see the light, now Perhaps this bulb is dim because with girls one never wins It’s a war of attrition, not a willing coalition, knowing She’s always right, and tho you. Try as you might Keeping up the fight: morning noon and night
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Out Of Our League 05:14
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Out of Our League Many young men, all full of themselves Bravado and swagger their aim Fighting, teasing, slowly appeasing Egos to bolster their game Some of us others, bonded like brothers Kept clear of those types and their kind Made art, played music, we read and wrote poetry Somehow we weren’t of that mind But when it came to girls, we were shy and reserved They never paid heed to our glances Tho always in mind, we treated them kind But we never approached for romancing Shy boys, those quiet boys, Full of mystery, love and intrigue Always wishing, but never kissing Those girls were out of our league Time presses on, we leave and then we’re gone From home as our wanderlust grows Far distant shores kept calling for more As a wandering soul kindly knows We start anew, our heads and hearts grew Maturity starts to emerge Yet strangely enough, we can’t seem to bluff Our confidence remained submerged Shy boys, those quiet boys Full of mystery, love and intrigue Always wishing, but never kissing Those girls were out of our league Years gone by, my, my how time flies The hair is starting to grey Careers are built, many dreams fulfilled Time grows more precious each day Now there’s a yearning, our confidence burning The women float in and out But the manhood in man, has a different plan Unsure of his whereabouts Now, listen my children, truth be told Youth is wasted on the young Before you’re dead, men please get it through your head You gotta sting, or prepare to get stung Shy boys, those quiet boys Mystery, love and intrigue Always wishing, but never kissing Those Girls were out of our league Shy boys, those quiet boys Full of mystery, love and intrigue Always wishing, but never kissing Those Girls were out of our league
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Nothing To Fear 03:19
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Nothing to Fear Reality hit, our world in a fit Kids can’t go out and play Economy’s tanking, our politicians wanking The news getting bleaker each day Our livelihood gone, the virus has won The future seems dire and fearful There’s no going back, all things to distract, this Quarantine can’t keep us cheerful There’s nothing to fear, but fear itself Words from years long before We never knew fear till our planet appears Fallen to a pandemic war Perhaps there is more than meets the eye Conspiracies run wild every day The rich and elite, still dine and they greet Nothing will stand in their way People grow restless, with human emptiness Freedom appears on the brink Politics heated, our government ceded Solutions that all seem to stink There’s nothing to fear, but fear itself Words from years long before We never knew fear till our planet appears Fallen to a pandemic war We’ll surely remember, like our soldiers before Who have served in times of need The suits say go, the men always know To their profits the military heeds If comes a time, the people must rise Take a stand and say no to the wealthy The rich steal away, their armies to play Hosts for the covert and stealthy There’s nothing to fear, but fear itself Words from years long before We never knew fear till our planet appears Fallen to a pandemic war

about

Recorded in the Covid-19 summer of 2020, this is the first solo release of my songs. I play a lot of instruments, so I took myself to task of performing all the parts (and called in a couple of favours) while recording, producing, editing, mixing and mastering this project. I hope you enjoy. Record liner notes to follow:

NJB 2020 RECORD NOTES

Thank you’s to: Chris Altmann, Bruce Tournay and Jim Casson for their playing and musicianship. Thanks to Danny Medakovic and all the Dundas Music Club performers and attendees, and Valley City Lodge 117 and it’s members. Without this venue, and the people within, I likely would have put off writing and recording this album for another 20 years. Thanks to Amy King for her ears, generosity and musical acumen. More thanks to Bob Hamilton, Michael Birthelmer, Gus Apostolos and Bob Doidge. I’d also like to thank all the people who support music through live shows, buying our product, and in general, those who are and remain patrons of the arts and music scene. Without ‘you’, there would be no ‘us’. Finally, thanks to my love, Liz Bates for putting up with me, and smiling all the way. I love you baby.

In this troubled year of 2020, many people who reside within the ‘arts sector’ have had their careers eliminated. Not just temporarily, but for many, it seems permanent. In our household, both arts-based careers have been destroyed by the pandemic. When musicians can return to work in public spaces is, as yet, undetermined.

What I will say, is a grateful shout-out to our current (Liberal) government for rolling out CERB (Canada Emergency Relief Benefit) in this tough time, and for considering implementing a Universal Basic Income (UBI) in the coming weeks or months. Having financial relief has benefitted all of us who work within the ‘gig economy’, and there are MANY of us, be it the people holding 3 part-time jobs to keep a roof over their heads, or those doing a part-time job to help supplement arts careers (me!) so they can still ply a trade they have been employed In for decades.

That said, for those who conflate CERB/UBI with ‘laziness’ and ‘little desire to work’: this entire album was created over the space of 6 months, working every day and night writing the songs, learning how to perform them on 6 different instruments, executing performances while recording the parts individually, track by track, editing, producing, mixing, mastering, writing liner notes, art and design supervision, replication, web-based sales, creating BandCamp artists pages, YouTube channels, etc., etc., etc. In all honesty, without having CERB/UBI, and prior to COVID-19, my usual daily grind working part-time during the day, and then ever-constant chasing down and playing gigs nightly, I’d never have the time to create, only having the time and efforts pay off enough to barely survive. CERB has allowed me to fully realize this project from start to finish.

We, as (music) content-creators, work in a crippled industry that has seen the rug pulled out from under our feet. We went from having an ‘industry’ through writing/publishing, mechanical royalties from spins via licensing/synchronization deals, selling physical product like CD’s and vinyl LP’s, to t-shirts, pencilS, mugs, what have you. Now, due to streaming, the last vestige of monetizing our product has disappeared, and now we have (basically) nothing.

Perhaps the general public doesn’t understand that artists can’t make an actual living if no one ‘buys’ (their) product. Maybe there is a lack of understanding that we ALL deserve to be paid fairly for our work and effort. This is most definitely not the case with music streaming, and the parasitic values of those in charge of these enterprises. There is no room for anyone other than the top .01% of artists who ‘may’ achieve a modicum of financial remuneration for their content. The rest make pennies, and when I say that, I’m not lying. The current streaming model via Spotify, Pandora, Apple Music, and anything other than BandCamp and SoundCloud are making BILLIONS off of our creative content that they pay virtually ‘nothing’ for. This must change. Their ethically bankrupt policies demonstrate money is their only god, even though it is us who bankroll their existence, and through that they are unwilling to fairly compensate artists for their work. Please, understand this and share. Otherwise, you will be witness to the death of creative music, and a dumbed down version of art. Thank you, sincerely...

Recorded at Valley City Lodge 117 Dundas, by N. Jay Burr/PlugHead Productions in the Covid19 summer of 2020.

All songs written, arranged, performed, recorded, edited, produced, mixed and mastered by N. Jay Burr for PlugHead Productions

All instruments (guitar, bass, tuba, drums, percussion, vocals) performed by N. Jay Burr, except:
Chris Altmann - pedal steel (Clothing Makes the Man, Lucky One’s, Out Of Our League, It’s Not the Death of Hope, The River Doesn’t Care, She’s Always Right, No Longer On The Run, Stay With Me)
Bruce Tournay - organ (Lucky Ones, Nothing To Fear), accordion (Nothing To Fear)
Jim Casson - drums (The River Doesn’t Care, It’s Not the Death of Hope, No Longer On The Run)

All songs copyright NJB

Artwork: Liz Bates
Design: Sharon Washington

contact: plughead123@hotmail.com

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released September 28, 2020

N Jay Burr: production, recording, editing, mixing and mastering.
Instruments: Guitar, Bass, Tuba, Drums, Percussion, Vocals
Chris Altmann: Pedal Steel
Bruce Tournay: Organ, Accordion
Jim Casson: Drums
Liz Bates: Cover painting and photography
Sharon Washington: Layout and Design

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N Jay Burr Hamilton, Ontario

Stories unfold by a professional musician turned songwriter. I play a lot of instruments. In the Covid19 summer and winter of 2020 and 2021, I performed and recorded these songs for my 2 solo albums. I hope you enjoy.

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