uberbelly's Music

Trust-cbc-montreal -

Trust-cbc-montreal - Artist: Album: with Sarah McLachlan, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Trust-cbc-montreal' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: March 22, 2008

The song 'Trust' from Sarah's first album TOUCH, recorded live off the floor at the CBC studios in Montreal. 1989. The band is: Jeff Sawatzky-bass/vocals, Darren Phillips-keys, Sherri Leigh Iwaschuk-drums, Steven Nikleva-guitars. the song was co-written by ALL band members...

Heaven Comes Down -

Heaven Comes Down - Artist: Album: Belly lint, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Heaven Comes Down' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: November 14, 2007

The original version recorded in 1987. Dedicated to Benny Hinn. HEAVEN COMES DOWN Look at these hands, same as yours, same as you Though the black glove of sleep will hold me tonight, Whose eyes will I have seen? Though we laugh and we love and give with our hearts We are pushed in a corner Away from those who’ve been told of love They have nothing to fear my god When heaven comes down... When your number is flashed upon the screen of your life Pull out your wallet and show some faith You’ll be walking on silk, you’ll be walking on coals You’ll be walking in a heaven paved with gold You can hardly stand up, oh you don’t want to sit down Do you need his help just to breathe? Oh, I’m not going to heaven let it come down on me Passing judgement of guilt and greed When heaven comes down... The only two on the dance floor of a sad, seedy bar Another vision of hope and faith Fleeting shadows of a star that was once so bright Fading in my memory I hear noises from a vacant mind Noises from the gates of hell Noises from the mouths of babes Too many people on this ladder to heaven It’s going to crash... When heaven comes down... Words and music: Sawatzky (c)1987/98 sawatzky/SOCAN

Blue For You (demo) -

Blue For You (demo) - Artist: Album: Belly lint, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Blue For You (demo)' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: November 14, 2007

The original demo recorded in 1985.

Krystallnacht -

Krystallnacht - Artist: Album: Office, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Krystallnacht' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: November 3, 2007

hmmm, I think the title says it all. Recorded with the band OFFICE, 1982 at the CBC - Edmonton, Alberta. A song that I think represents the night of infamy in it's angst-ridden tempo and musical style. OFFICE was: Jeff Sawatzky - bass, Malcolm Swann - vocals, sax, Vincent Evans - guitar, Phil Young - drums.

Beirut -

Beirut - Artist: Album: Office, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Beirut' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: November 3, 2007

Recorded in 1982 at the CBC in Edmonton, Alberta. This is the first 'real' band that I was an integral part in songwriting and performance. I just thought that time has passed enough and that being a major songwriter in the band, that these songs were deserved of being heard.

Monkey Bars -

Monkey Bars - Artist: Album: released as single only, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Monkey Bars' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: August 6, 2007

Finally, something new.

How much you owe me -

How much you owe me - Artist: Album: released as single only, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'How much you owe me' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: August 5, 2007

Just something I found that I had forgotten about. A cute little ditty featuring the vocal stylings of my dear friend Dianne 'Sweet Bunny' Olsen. May she rest in peace.

String -

String - Artist: Album: released as single only, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'String' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: May 22, 2007

A song about poverty and faith. String I stare down at the street There’s this piece of string It’s tied around his shoes, yeah, at least he’s got his shoes Some times that seems like, it’s more than enough At least he’s walking—at least he’s talking Yeah, it seems, that he’s got something to hold on to Something tied around his waist May be the only thing holding him together Maybe the only thing And he said, “At least I’ve got something to hold on to Yeah, it’s just a piece of string But it can wrap around my heart Keep it from falling apart” And he said, “Hey listen and look, where you are You can’t help but step lightly Do you need something to wrap around your faith?” I need something to hold on to I need to hold on to you… Words & Music: sawatzky 1999 sawatzky SOCAN

Rising Sun -

Rising Sun - Artist: Album: released as single only, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Rising Sun' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: March 8, 2007

Another more recent tune of mine that has been kicking around. I really like the melody and progression but I just don't seem to know where to take it next. If anyone would like to mess around with it, please feel free to do so.

King of the Mountain -

King of the Mountain - Artist: Album: released as single only, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'King of the Mountain' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: March 8, 2007

A more recent tune of mine that has been kicking around. I really like the melody and progression but I just don't seem to know where to take it next. If anyone would like to mess around with it, please feel free to do so.

Side of the road -

Side of the road - Artist: Album: Tribute, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Side of the road' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: March 4, 2007

another drunken tribute, this time to Johnette and the boys in Concrete Blonde.

Hey! High Class Butcher -

Hey! High Class Butcher - Artist: Album: Tribute, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Hey! High Class Butcher' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: December 29, 2006

A cover of an old Julian Cope b-side from 1984

Private Property -

Private Property - Artist: Album: Archives, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Private Property' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: November 22, 2006

A song about self-prescribed isolation. Or was it self-medicated? I certainly was when I wrote it. Based loosely on Victor Hugo's 'Babes in Toyland'. Private Property Can’t you read, can’t you see This is private property I marked the sign, it’s stated clear No one is allowed in here But since you’re here, you should know I’ll never let you go You may cry, you may shout Still I’ll never let you out Can’t you read? Can’t you see? The sign says private property I marked the sign, it’s stated clear No one is allowed in here But since you’re here, welcome in Ignore the signs, let’s begin Words & Music: sawatzky 1998 sawatzky SOCAN

I'll wait -

I'll wait - Artist: Album: Archives, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'I'll wait' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: October 18, 2006

I'll wait How many times, will I write this for you How many days, will I make this bed for you How many times, do you think about me How many clues, do you need to believe How many lies must I take and what kind of fool, can watch his own heart break? I know that you see, all the things that are not me I don't know why I hide, when you don't see me It seems like, it was just yesterday when you held my hand, and I slipped away From that moment on I swore I'd be love, I'd be back and you'd always be safe with me. I'll wait. words and music (c)sawatzky/SOCAN

Chained to my Heart -

Chained to my Heart - Artist: Album: Archives, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Chained to my Heart' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: October 2, 2006

Chained To My Heart As hard as it seems you know this ain't a dream as you can guess I want you chained to my heart. Though I need the simplicity of you sitting next to me so much to give and nowhere to start. You don't need the security that comes from this hold on me I only want you chained to my heart. When you leave then I need you, I shout but can't reach you you leave me in dust. Chained to my Heart chorus: I could give you more than he ever could I could give you more than he ever would I could give you more than he ever should I could give you more Do you know of the ways? just a touch in the night I'll show you the ways, just a bump in the night I should drag you away from this man that you say you love and chain you to my heart. I can almost believe there's a place here for me I'm going to stand outside the doors of your dreams I'm alone with these feelings so say that you need me it's a matter of trust. Chained to my Heart chorus Another night I spend trying to forget at six in the morning I climb into bed and dream of walking into your arms I dream of waking in your arms I dream.... words and music: 1987 sawatzky/SOCAN

Promise (three little words) -

Promise (three little words) - Artist: Album: Archives, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Promise (three little words)' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: September 26, 2006

Promise (three little words) It’s six o’clock in the morning, and I can’t get to bed There’s no doubt that it’s you, stealing ‘round in my head Yeah, I took you for granted But you made me say “I love you baby” I would usually retire Don’t like facing my shadow, just to see ahead I can say I love you now, it’s easier said ‘cause I promised the things that I never did and I promised the words that I never said and all of the dreams meant to hurt they always wind up my regret Three little words… ‘cause you never really, wanted me your insecurity that you couldn’t bring me to my knees I’m something that meant, an anchor to reality A liability, to be blamed on me ‘cause you never really, wanted me to be it’s your insecurity, that you couldn’t bring me to my knees I’m something that meant, an anchor to reality A liability to be blamed on me… Words & Music: sawatzky 1988/1998 sawatzky SOCAN

Junket Head -

Junket Head - Artist: Album: Tribute, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Junket Head' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: September 22, 2006

A 'bully' song about a boy and his "pudding-bowl haircut". Anyone remember 'Junket Gelatin Powder'? By my fave band from Down Under - Hunters and Collectors recorded in '84 Junket Head Here comes a boy with a pudding bowl haircut Here comes a boy rough-cut with mother-sharpened scissors And he's got hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and tattered note Hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and... Here comes a boy with a pudding bowl haircut They call him out "Oh no there's Junket Head" And they're so loud "Oh no there's Junket Head" Here comes a boy he's got a tunnel of a mouth Here comes a boy and he's got bat-wing doors as ears And he's got hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and a tunnel of a mouth Hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and... Here comes a boy rough-cut with mother-sharpened scissors Here comes a boy rough-cut when he let it slip in jump salute And he's got hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and tattered note Hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and... Here comes a boy with a pudding bowl haircut And they're so loud "Oh no there's Junket Head Here comes a boy with a pudding bowl haircut Here comes a boy rough-cut with mother-sharpened scissors And he's got hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and tattered note Hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and... Here comes a boy with a pudding bowl haircut They call him out "Oh no there's Junket Head" And they're so loud "Oh no there's Junket Head" Here comes a boy he's got a tunnel of a mouth Here comes a boy and he's got bat-wing doors as ears And he's got hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and a tunnel of a mouth Hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and... Here comes a boy rough-cut with mother-sharpened scissors Here comes a boy rough-cut when he let it slip in jump salute And he's got hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and tattered note Hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and... Here comes a boy with a pudding bowl haircut And they're so loud "Oh no there's Junket Head Here comes a boy with a pudding bowl haircut Here comes a boy rough-cut with mother-sharpened scissors And he's got hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and tattered note Hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and... Here comes a boy with a pudding bowl haircut They call him out "Oh no there's Junket Head" And they're so loud "Oh no there's Junket Head" Here comes a boy he's got a tunnel of a mouth Here comes a boy and he's got bat-wing doors as ears And he's got hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and a tunnel of a mouth Hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and... Here comes a boy rough-cut with mother-sharpened scissors Here comes a boy rough-cut when he let it slip in jump salute And he's got hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and tattered note Hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain Garbled excuse and... Here comes a boy with a pudding bowl haircut And they're so loud "Oh no there's Junket Head

Birthday -

Birthday - Artist: Album: Tribute, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Birthday' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: September 17, 2006

the first song I ever heard from Bjork and the boys.

Boogie oogie oogie -

Boogie oogie oogie - Artist: Album: Tribute, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Boogie oogie oogie' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: September 2, 2006

A smoky, bluesy version of the Taste of Honey disco original.

Save me a place -

Save me a place - Artist: Album: Tribute, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Save me a place' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: September 1, 2006

A cover of Lindsey Buckinghams' timeless "Save Me A Place"

You Know It's True -

You Know It's True - Artist: Album: Archives, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'You Know It's True' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: June 1, 2006

just a little ditty-pop. You Know It’s True I’ve been so long in this haze Don’t know the hour or the day I don’t even know why I’ve fallen for you It can’t be your overt displays Nor the many charms of your gaze Yet all I can think of is holding you Hey, you know it’s true You can feel it, in my arms you know that you do Hey, you know it’s true I can feel it, in my arms, you know that I do too I may have had too much to say To explain the hours of my day I can’t deny every word Just those adolescent and absurd Hey! Can’t keep my mind on my work You’ve got me scattered and unsure Sometimes I seem to lose track I need to find my way back Hey! Words and music: sawatzky © sawatzky/SOCAN

Flowers of Snow (full length) -

Flowers of Snow (full length) - Artist: Album: Archives, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Flowers of Snow (full length)' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: May 17, 2006

The full version before mixing and editing. 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 Oh, lie down my heart In these igloo flowers of snow. Words & Music: sawatzky 1998 sawatzky SOCAN

Flowers of Snow (acoustic) -

Flowers of Snow (acoustic) - Artist: Album: Archives, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Flowers of Snow (acoustic)' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: May 16, 2006

Basically a song about death, and choosing how to die. happy stuff, huh? 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 Oh, lie down my heart In these igloo flowers of snow. Words & Music: sawatzky 1998 sawatzky SOCAN

Crayola Boy -

Crayola Boy - Artist: Album: Archives, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Crayola Boy' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: May 10, 2006

Give a kid a crayon, and they'll colour you a whole new world. Crayola Boy As much as death always follows life As much as healing follows pain As much as love has to follow heart The first breath is in, followed by out We’ve taken the smell of fear out of death We’ve taken the feeling of hurt out of pain We’ve taken the bleeding of heart out of love We’re kicking the breath of life out of soul The first breath is in, followed by out ‘s like closing the barn door after the horse like buying insurance after the flood like knowing that someday the world won’t change the first breath is in, followed by out I took that first breath… We’ve taken the hurt out of love and pain We’ve taken the hurt out of love and words They’re taking the words out of books And out of pens And pencils Chalk I’m a Crayola Boy Words & Music: sawatzky 1998 sawatzky SOCAN

Bingo Pajama -

Bingo Pajama - Artist: Album: Instrumental Uber, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Bingo Pajama' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: May 4, 2006

I recorded this using a sample of my Mother's crystal vibrating in the wooden cabinet when I played an 'F' on my old Korg synth. I named the song after a minor character, Bingo Pajama, from the Tom Robbins novel "Jitterbug Perfume". He wore a touque of bees.

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

Radio Flyer (reprise) -

Radio Flyer (reprise) - Artist: Album: Instrumental Uber, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Radio Flyer (reprise)' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: February 9, 2006

(c) sawatzky/SOCAN

Fishboy -

Fishboy - Artist: Album: Instrumental Uber, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Fishboy' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: February 9, 2006

(c) sawatzky/SOCAN

Chill -

Chill - Artist: Album: Instrumental Uber, From: Vancouver, Please Support and purchase 'Chill' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/uberbelly), Date Posted: February 9, 2006

(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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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