Give Me Something Real

Give Me Something -

Give Me Something - Artist: Album: Give Me Something Real, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Give Me Something' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: February 8, 2006

Give Me Something Telephone rings, like I need more bad news People around me are dropping like butterflies So how would I feel, if I were an eagle Piece of freedom, I’d never leave the sky So give me something real, give me something nice Give me something that feels, give me something right… There’s a knock at my front door Makes me run out the back Death looks more like the Avon Lady, all in black Now, how would you feel, if you were an eagle? Tryin’ to shake that bitch off your back So give me something real, give me something nice Give me something to feel, give me something that’s mine So give me something… There’s a scratch at my back door It’s that fucking cat Dragging home that bird, flat on its back So how would you feel, if you were that eagle? Give me something real, give me something right Give me something to feel, give me something that’s mine Give me something real, give me something right Give me something that feels, give me something nice Give me something real, give me something nice Give me something to feel, give me vodka on ice. Words: sawatzky Music: sawatzky 1998 sawatzky SOCAN (c) sawatzky/SOCAN

Flowers of Snow -

Flowers of Snow - Artist: Album: Give Me Something Real, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Flowers of Snow' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: February 8, 2006

Flowers of Snow I’m beginning to find it, slightly annoying The myriad of moments, I torture myself Over memories of lost things And left behind yearnings Leaving little parts of me behind myself I never thought I’d like middle age Let alone achieve it It comes with maturity It’s part of being wise, part of being alive The chance to be taken seriously… I don’t cry anymore, I’m cold and world weary It’s broken my heart, I can’t care any more I’m writing my name over and over It’s hard to be sure I’m leaving something behind myself Oh, lie down my heart In these igloo flowers of snow. Words & Music: sawatzky 1998 sawatzky SOCAN (c) sawatzky/SOCAN

Heather Falls -

Heather Falls - Artist: Album: Give Me Something Real, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Heather Falls' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: February 8, 2006

Heather Falls I don’t remember your name, it hadn’t crossed my mind I don’t remember the tears, hope you left them behind ‘cause oh, life is so kind I don’t remember the day that I made a stand I don’t remember the day that I held your hand remind me when you can I didn’t mean to tease you too I didn’t mean to be so cruel If these are my peers, pressure rules I don’t remember your name, it hadn’t crossed my mind Don’t remember the tears, hope you left them behind Oh, ain’t life kind I don’t remember the day that I made a stand Don’t remember the day that I held your hand Remind me when you can ‘cause I didn’t mean to tease you too I didn’t mean to be so cruel If these are my peers, pressure rules. Words & Music: sawatzky 2001 sawatzky SOCAN (c) sawatzky/SOCAN

Easy -

Easy - Artist: Album: Give Me Something Real, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Easy' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: February 8, 2006

Easy You can’t talk to him You can’t talk to your best friend You’ve got to find a quiet place Inside yourself You’ve got to find the one thing That keeps you alive You have to find the shortest way Of getting back Who said this was easy? Who said it would be like this? Downhill is always easy But easy takes time to trust I’m not as strong as I’d like to be I’m not as selfless as I should be I remember all these years I’ve seen it through these eyes I see it through these tears You can’t talk to him You can’t talk to your best friend You’ve got to find a quiet place… You’ve got to find the one thing That keeps you alive You’ve got to find the shortest way… Who said this was easy? Who said I could deal with this? Who said this was easy? Who said it would be like this? Who said it was easy? Who thought I could deal with this? Who said this was easy? Who said it would be like this? Words & Music: sawatzky 1996 sawatzky SOCAN (c) sawatzky/SOCAN

Blue For You -

Blue For You - Artist: Album: Give Me Something Real, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Blue For You' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: February 8, 2006

Blue For You I sit on this stool Twenty-four hours a day I sit here just thinking of you And piss away my pain Oh, how I want You to take me away I’m sitting here feeling blue for you I’m sitting here feeling blue… My love has gone away And now my life, is just a mess I wish I’d begged you to stay But now I sit here and miss you And ask for another beer I know Someday you’ll be back in my arms But for now I sit here for you I’m sitting here feeling blue… Words & Music: sawatzky 1987/98 sawatzky SOCAN (c) sawatzky/SOCAN

Cadillac -

Cadillac - Artist: Album: Give Me Something Real, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Cadillac' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: February 8, 2006

Cadillac The hour is late, it’s just after eight it’s not very far, you took the car you should have been at home by now You might have a flat, let’s look at the facts The only thing flat, is you on your back ‘cause that’s how you like your facts You just can’t explain, when I mention his name why your eyes say you’re lying and hiding, the fact you love this game It’s never your fault, ‘cause you never were caught working my pride as you drive that knife into my back Get out of the way… got no chance under two tons of Cadillac I’ll just have to wait, outside of his place and watch from the shadows, as he kisses your face I’ve got to accept, that nothing is left and all that I had, even so sad is everything you want I was your dog! that you never did walk Get out of my way… you got no chance under two tons of Cadillac The hour is late, it’s long after eight you’re not going too far, chances are you won’t be making me wait What’s that you say? If you had it your way? You wouldn’t be caught dead, in red with tracks on your back I have to confess, that my new happiness was well worth the cost, of seeing you tossed off the hood of my Cadillac. The one I never let you drive CADILLAC The one that catches every eye CADILLAC The one you told me not to buy CADILLAC Words & Music: sawatzky 2000 sawatzky SOCAN (c) sawatzky/SOCAN

Jig of Fools -

Jig of Fools - Artist: Album: Give Me Something Real, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Jig of Fools' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: February 9, 2006

Jig O’ Fools I feel like I’m heading nowhere I feel like I’m already there I asked all the questions and found out that nobody cares If I… Run, run, run, run away Run, run, run, run away Run, run, run, run away To the jig of fools I sing for my bread Sing with the voice in my head Sing and you’ll hear me and answer with silence instead when I ask you to… Run, run, run, run away To the jig of fools Dance, with the fool that I am Dance like you know it’s your last breath with nothing to show for the times you were left with two left feet We’re bare in the trees won’t you dare to be free with me? Dancing the jig of fools Words & Music: sawatzky 2000 sawatzky SOCAN (c) sawatzky/SOCAN

Travel Light -

Travel Light - Artist: Album: Give Me Something Real, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Travel Light' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: February 9, 2006

Travel Light So sure of yourself, it’s all in the way you move me It’s about strength, and no doubt That you can move anything Be sure of your friends, it’s all in the way you see them It’s about faith, who you trust And whether you throw your arms around me… So sure of your path, it’s all in the way you travel It’s about weight, travel light And leave with the things that you came with So sure of your past, still building these walls around you? You tore them down once, maybe twice? Yet they steal you away with everything It’s in your eyes And in that face These are the things I miss most So sure of the end, you can’t wait for things to come true So sure that you’re right, don’t ask why Just make sure that no one sees behind those eyes So sure of your life, is it at all how you dreamed it? How about weight? Travelling light? Just leave with a few souvenirs… Words & Music: sawatzky 2000 sawatzky SOCAN (c) sawatzky/SOCAN

This Won't Hurt (a bit) -

This Won't Hurt (a bit) - Artist: Album: Give Me Something Real, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'This Won't Hurt (a bit)' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: February 8, 2006

This Won’t Hurt A Bit I’ve started to pick up the pieces I’ve started to collect my heart The world is looking over my shoulder Waiting again to tear it apart I want to give my heart to a wild thing The more I do, the stronger they get Until they’re strong enough to take to the woods Or fly into a tree, then the blue, then the sky He smiles as he rolls my sleeve and says “this won’t hurt a bit” then he tells me it’s all a dream yeah, this won’t hurt a bit and I know that I’ll be ok yeah, this won’t hurt a bit trusting, it slips away Now this won’t hurt…. I sit here looking up at the sky…hmmm It’s better to look than to live there Such an empty place (sour grapes) Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear… I’m tryin’ for that tree, then the blue, then the sky… No more smiles as he rolls my sleeve Now this won’t hurt a bit Just one prick and it’s not a dream Now this won’t hurt a bit So stick to your rules and your ruins Watch nothing grow and nothing live But ignorance and small minds They said it won’t hurt when it comes So let’s just watch TV Letting go of it all! Now this won’t hurt a bit… No more smiles…no more sleeves…no more lies © 1986 sawatzky/SOCAN (c) sawatzky/SOCAN

Surf Cheese -

Surf Cheese - Artist: Album: Give Me Something Real, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Surf Cheese' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: February 9, 2006

Surf Cheese Biceps flex between his ears Penis car, all five gears Makin’ up in cubic inches What he lacks in pubic inches Never gets him any chicks Wax job, blow job, just don’t mix Momma says “be home by six!” But SURF’S UP! Cheese man Love your hair, hope you win What’s that mark upon your skin? Sunstroke, coma, melanoma BURN IT! Cheese man SURF’S UP! –feel the burn SURF’S UP! –don’t cha miss the ozone? Protein shake, beef cake Muscles aren’t the man you make Hangin’ ten, GREAT WHITE!, then Never heard from him again! Hey Cheese man, what’s happenin’? Can you still count to ten? ‘cause SURF’S UP! Cheese man’s got the greatest board Uses it to try and score Still a virgin on the rack Never has been on his back But SURF’S UP! Heading home, all alone Needs a jump, got no pump Momma’s waiting for her car “It’s bingo Tuesday at the bar!” come on, Cheese man, show some spunk just stuff your momma in the trunk! ‘cause SURF’S UP! Words: sawatzky Music: sawatzky 1999 sawatzky SOCAN (c) sawatzky/SOCAN