Streetcar Curtsy 0002

by Cam Jones

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Urban Folk Poet

"...a lyrical poet who generates a huge sound from a single instrument in a solo show...There's something mesmorizing and exciting about the way Cam Jones performs...

"...very raw and rhythmic...it's not your typical one-man acoustic show...his offbeat rhythmic style resolves itself neatly and draws more emphasis to his great lyrical style....

"Streetcar Curtsy 0002, Cam's latest release, truly reminds of the kind of musical delivery that Glen Hansard gave in his movie Once...the raw lyrical pain and acoustic beauty crashing together to make truly inspiring music."

Logan Murphy - Ottawa Music Index
www.ottawamusicindex.com/index.php/item/cam-jones-streetcar-curtsy.html

"Cam Jones is a singer and a poet, and he’s doing his best to up the lyrical ante in the world of pop music. His second CD, Steetcar Curtsy 0002, positions Cam as an urban folkie with a flair for emotive songwriting. In short: it’s pretty damn good.

"...Sun Quite That Way, ... is my favourite from the record. It evokes a little bit of LIVE, and shows a lot of heart, and some fine vocal work."

Kevin McGowan - Citizen Revue
blogs.ottawacitizen.com/2013/02/05/cam-jones-streetcar-curtsy/

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released September 21, 2012

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Streetcar Curtsy Ottawa, Ontario

One VOICE, one GUITAR.

Cam Jones is a singer-songwriter, solo-acoustic-electric- 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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Track Name: Walk Miles
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’ve 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.
Give me cedar strip grave in red.

Walk miles.
Whatever you've been carrying on you back,
just lay it down here.
Walk Miles
Track Name: Boomerang
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 my walls,
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: Until This
Full contact
embrace;
aggression puts passion
in its place,
in shadow
some kind of
after thought,
when lips touch
everything stops.

Beneath street lights
we enact what I believed
was fiction,
make-believe;
two hearts beating,
orchestral pitch,
run the cameras
I’ve never felt like this.

Chorus:

Until now I swear;
Touch like that reserved,
“big screen kiss, so deep
it’s meaningless,”
it’s meaning less
until this.

Follow footprints
in the snow.
Conversation leads down
deserted roads.
Fleeting glances
you’re out of breath too;
inhale, I’m breathless
around you

Chorus:

Outro
Track Name: Sun Quite that Way
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: Not Berlin Before the Fall
Academics line the wall;
it’s not Berlin before the fall.
Exodus of minds and debate,
dumbing down of the state.

Chorus:
Treason takes the form of dissent.
Here we don’t burn books, they don’t get writ.
Here we all speak from a script,
written by ventriloquists.

The healthily engaged lose their voice.
Drowned out by ambient noise.
Liberal-humanist jeopardy:
Who are you to challenge belief?

Chorus

Bridge:
And the canvas falls to the floor.
And the oil paint runs below the door.
It’s an execution, the most deliberate sort.
Kill the only form of retort,
Hang from the walls freedom’s corpse.

Academics line the wall;
it’s not Berlin before the fall.
Track Name: Joan's Call
Dear Joan,
please don’t go.
This melody
is a stop order;
tell 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.

Chorus:
Laughed until we cried
we’ll cry until we laugh;
walk around this earth
Joan tattooed upon our breast.

Slideshow photograph,
Joan, it’s not time yet;
seawall walks to the past,
Joan, it’s not time, just yet.
Come, sit, watch over us,
we’ll watch over you;
finite episode,
infinite feel.

Dear Joan,
please don’t go.
This melody
is a stop order.
Tell 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;
Walk around this earth,
I know you won’t I know you will;
Walk around this earth,
I know you will, I know you will
Track Name: Fell For You in a Frame
I got lost in your glare
again last night;
and I’ll get lost there
again sometime.

Bridge:
Some resolve to get there,
I fell for you in a frame.

Our affair is, at best,
a seasonal crush,
but it’s mutual
and it still makes us blush.

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?’

Bridge:
I guess that night,
our perspective was in flux.
That’s the first time
me and words fell in love.

Chorus:
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.