Frantic Pop from an urgent day in the 80's... with a touch of Falco thrown in for good measure.

Too Tight

I've got a problem,
and you can help me.
It’s not a problem,
you haven’t seen.

I’m in a hard way.
I’m on an off-day.
Can’t get around what
I can’t get between.

My heart is racing.
My head is pounding.
The walls are closing
around on me.

I’m in a tight space.
I’m in a rat race.
I’m running, running,
running, running aimlessly.
 
Too... Too Tight
Too... Too Tight.
 
Ich stehe unter,
unter Zeitdruck.
Ich gehe schnell
aber ziellos

Zu viele Fragen.
Zu viele Klagen.
Die Uhr ist spät
und es gibt mir
eine Stoss.

Too… Too Tight
Too… Too Tight

I can feel the pressure gaining.
I can see the pieces straining.

I’m on a knife edge.
I’m in a cut time.
I’m on a steep ledge
I’m on a dead line.
I’m in a tough fix.
I’m on a last prayer.
I’m in a rough mix.
I’m in a nightmare.
I’m in cold sweat.
I’m in real jam.
I’m in a dragnet.
I’m in a bedlam.
Try hard as I can.
Do or a die-er.
Out of the frypan.
Into the fire.

It’s no use I’m running.
Too… Too Tight.
Too… Too Tight.

I can smell the wires burning.
I can feel the earth is turning
I can feel the floor is shaking.
I can see the walls are breaking.

Too Tight.
Too Tight.

Too Tight

Everything done using Ignite software + M-Audio Axiom Pro 61 keyboard. Really cool how the Axiom keyboard is automatically recognized by Ignite and all the knobs & faders are ready to use!

Hope this "hero" music inspires the scrappy young boxer to train hard & win..

Fire in the Belly (Ignite Open-Mic Round 2)

A cautionary tale for guppies...

Big Fish

I know a man that 
lives in a jungle.
Not very bright,
but not very humble.
Beats on his chest,
beats on his women.
Put to the test,
but they always forgive him.

Give him enough.
Grant any wish.
He might be tough, 
but he'll never be
the Big Fish.

I know a man that
lives in a castle.
Maximum joy with the
minimum hassle.
Caught on a hook of a 
red-herring loss
Put his hand on the book,
you can call him the boss.

Give him enough.
Grant any wish.
He might be tough, 
but he'll never be
the Big Fish.

Alone on a summer day.
Afloat on a mirror.
Something inside of me felt
primeval fear.
Swim for the closest shore
as fast as I can.
Adrenaline rushes my heart
and my head is afraid of a fear
that I don't understand.

I know a man that
lives on the airwaves.
My penny earned is the
penny that he saves.
Show him you care,
you would do anything.
Put your arm in the air
you can call him the king.

With half a mind.
With half a chance.
You fall in line.
You're in a trance
Give him enough.
Grant any wish.
He might be tough, 
but he'll never be
the Big Fish.

Alone in an ocean with the Big Fish
I swim in the sea with the Big Fish
I'm locked in a lake with the Big Fish
I've been put in a pond with the Big Fish
I'm trapped in a tank with the Big Fish
I'm caught in the mouth of the Big Fish
I'm inside the belly of the Big Fish
I'm inside the belly of the Big Fish

With half a mind.
With half a chance.
You fall in line.
You're in a trance
Give him enough.
Grant any wish.
He might be tough, 
but he'll never be
the Big Fish.

Big Fish

When you get out of step... be careful not to trip...

http://youtu.be/05xYt3SEolc

Slippin' Off the Norm

There's people marching to buy
too much of what they're told to do
goes in one ear and out the other
cells are growing in this culture

And somewhere through the looking
Glassy eyes are always looking back to
back against a wall of fears the
truth is in a hall a mirrors

And I can read between the battle
lines that have been drawn
But I can't step out of time
without the consequences being known

I'm slipping off the norm
and I can't get hold again

I don't want to ring the bell
curve ball can smack you in the temple
Take a basic conversation
all this talk interrogation

And I can read between the battle
lines that have been drawn
But I can't step out of time
without the consequences being known

I'm slipping off the norm
and I can't get hold again


Slippin Off the Norm

Cold war plea for help... Early 80's demo of Jimm on piano & vocal.

Some rough edges... but rough edges are what you find on concrete walls.

********************

Mayday

You don't wanna stand in my shoes,
cause they're oh so badly worn.
You don't wanna wear my overcoat.
cause it's cold outside, and it's tattered and torn.
You don't wanna know the truth of it,
that twist of fate, of being born.
And you don't have a choice.
And you don't have a voice to question no more.

I wasn't invited to the party,
though they held it in my own backyard.
I wasn't allowed to turn the other way,
I was pulled aside without a carrying card.
I wasn't about to make a case of it,
but the case was made, and the case was hard.
And I didn't have a choice.
And I didn't voice to carry that far.

I was crying out a Mayday... Mayday..
I was crying out a Mayday… Mayday…
I was so convinced an answer had to come.
I was crying out a Mayday... Mayday..
I was crying out a Mayday… Mayday…
What promise do you keep,
when you stand behind the gun?

My head was rushing,
but my feet were stalling.
And the sirens cried out
London's calling.
They rang for service,
but were too selective.
Said I made them nervous.
Said my mind's defective.

I never professed to be a martyr,
cause that really wouldn't help at all.
I never confessed to having saintly ways,
cause when the saints come marching in, the saints will fall.
I never protested what the pinned on me.
Yea, they lined me up, up against the wall.
And I didn't have a voice.
And I didn't have a choice to question at all.

I was crying out a Mayday... Mayday..
I was crying out a Mayday… Mayday…
I was so convinced an answer had to come.
I was crying out a Mayday... Mayday..
I was crying out a Mayday… Mayday…
What promise do you keep,
when you stand behind the gun?

Mayday

A riddle, wrapped in a burrito, inside the belly of the beast.

Jimm Rosebrook