Streetcar Curtsy 0001
by Cam Jones
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"Streetcar Curtsy 0001" is a debut EP for Cam Jones--a singer/songwriter from Ottawa, Canada.
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Sun Quite that Way
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Boomerang
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Fell for You in a Frame
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Joan's Call
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Walk Miles
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credits
released 15 October 2011
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One VOICE, one GUITAR.
Cam Jones is a singer-songwriter, solo-acoustic-electric-
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rhytmic-folk-rock evolution based in Ottawa, Canada.
At the heart of Cam's songs is an agenda with words. The poetry of Cam's lyrics is an intentional attempt to diffuse basic structure by bringing the song in every poem to the instrument that rounds them.
"This machine kills fascists." - or, at least, debates them
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discography
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Oct 2011 -
Nov 2011 -
Nov 2011
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- Track Name: Sun Quite that Way
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I’ve never seen the sun
rise quite that way
and I’m grateful
for today
and tomorrow:
I guess I’ll let time
take it’s own course
and I’ll
take mine.
You stand before me
quite perplexed
asking how can you stand
to wait for the next
hour of the day;
I can’t make time stand still,
I can’t make it rush,
it’ll come soon enough
Bridge:
Pictures of bliss
look remarkably
like this,
and I don’t want my
pictures of the world
to come straight out
of some picture book
Guess I could
read a newspaper or a book,
sip a coffee,
but I’d rather look around
take all this in;
If today be the day I die
I wouldn’t want it to be
words occupying my time
I’ve never seen the sun rise quite that way - Track Name: Boomerang
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Be my boomerang,
fly far,
but always return;
I’ll be waiting,
with open hands,
to hold you until you
fly again
Be my dandelion,
weed and flower.
I’ll employ implements of
destruction and desire.
Record you for posterity,
give you life once more;
hang you on the wall,
crack the plaster
Be my
black piano key;
mysterious, stretch
my dexterity.
And they’ll always wonder
in critical frames,
but it’s the minor key
that makes me sing - Track Name: Fell for You in a Frame
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I got lost in your glare
again last night;
and I’ll get lost there
again sometime.
Some resolve to get there,
I fell for you in a frame.
Our affair was, at best,
a seasonal crush,
but it’s mutual
and it still makes us blush.
Skinny dipping midnight,
lake couldn’t cover us quick enough.
Chorus:
There’s something constant
about the way you change;
dressed in our skins
we’re one in the same.
I didn’t even notice you
until my friend Thoreau,
from a canoe said,
‘What’s above and what’s below?’
I guess that night,
my perspective was in flux.
That’s the first time
me and words fell in love.
There’s something constant
about the way you change;
dressed in our skins
we’re one in the same.
I got lost in your glare
again last night;
and I’ll get lost there
again sometime. - Track Name: Joan's Call
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Dear Joan.
Please don’t go.
This melody,
is a stop order.
Tell go Death to go to hell
I know you won’t, I know you will.
We need you here with us still,
I know you won’t, I know you will.
Laughed until we cried,
We’ll cry until we laugh.
Walk around this earth;
Joan tattooed upon my breast.
Joan, please don’t go.
Nurse in World War.
Once again, once more,
put us before yourself.
Breath deep.
Just breath.
Breath deep.
Just breath.
Laughed until we cried,
We’ll cry until we laugh.
Walk around this earth;
Joan tattooed upon my breast.
Slideshow photograph;
Joan it’s not time yet.
Seawall walk to the past,
Joan it’s not time, just yet.
Come sit, watch over us;
and we’ll watch over you.
Finite episode,
Infinite feel.
Dear Joan.
Please don’t go. - Track Name: Walk Miles
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Ain’t no clouds in the sky if you don’t look up.
No such thing as a bad trip, just bad gear;
what you been carrying on your back,
just lay it down here.
Just lay it down here.
This earth(‘s) got infinite possibility for footsteps,
infinite space to lay trail;
no direction necessary,
walk miles.
Just walk miles.
Destination after-thought,
give me everything in between.
Stops along the way, people you meet,
reason to breathe.
Give me reason to breathe
Noticing, noticing nothing.
Startled by the quiet in my head.
Tommy you had it all right,
cedar strip grave in red.
(I want a) cedar strip grave in red.
[cedar strip in red for my grave]
