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“AIN’T GONNA SLOW MY ROLL”
By David Guilbault
This ain’t no time to slow my roll.
I’ve got miles and miles to go.
I know deep down in my soul,
I ain’t done.
All those voices, they still call.
I’ve still got choices, after all.
So much more to see and do.
Yeah, I ain’t through.
If I’m thinking straight,
I can’t hesitate.
It won’t matter what I lose.
Take the time that’s left.
Give it all my best.
Keep on looking for the truth.
This ain’t no time to slow my roll.
I’ve more to say with what I know.
Use my ragged, broken voice
To make a joyful noise.
If I’m thinking straight,
I won’t you hesitate.
I’ll be damned with what I lose.
Take the time that’s left.
Give it all my best.
Keep on looking for the truth.
This ain’t no time to slow my roll
In a world of tension, toil and toll,
In a life of wonderment and woe,
Ain’t gonna slow my roll.
© 2021 David Guilbault
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2. |
And Another Thing (Demo)
02:08
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"AND ANOTHER THING" by David Guilbault
I don’t like that smug
Attitude that you mug
For the lemmings on your TV show.
That look on your face puts me into a rage.
Sends me into fits and the throes.
There’s disgust in your eyes
For those you despise.
You’re toxic to decent discourse.
I don’t like the bile you use to defile.
I can’t think of anyone worse.
And another thing: I don’t like your ties.
You don’t tell the truth.
When you lie, you’re so smooth.
Some people think you are right.
You’re as wrong as can be and some people can’t see
What’s right there in front of their eyes.
You spew and you spit
All the lies that will fit
The stories that you know are false.
The minds that you bend with your means to an end
Are broken from constant assault.
And another thing: I don’t think you’re smart.
I want you off of my air
And out of my sight.
You bug in ways you can’t know.
You’re smarmy and rude, insulting and crude.
You’re in it there just for the dough.
And another thing: You’re full of shit.
"And Another Thing" © 2021 David Guilbault (BMI).
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3. |
Be Again (Demo)
02:44
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“BE AGAIN” by David Guilbault
I wanna be again.
The age is old, the tale is told, life almost spent.
I wanna be again.
The page is turned, death is spurned, too soon to end.
I could be the maker of a peaceful world.
I could be caretaker of the sad and hurt.
I could find a way to feed the hungry crowd.
I could teach the voiceless how to cry out loud.
I wanna be again.
I wanna be the best of me, without end.
I wanna be again.
Life’s too short for all the me for which I’m meant.
I could be the man who frees the world of sin.
I could be the man who sees beyond the wind.
I could be the man who cures us of our ills.
I could be the man who musters up our will.
What we choose to do in life.
Is hampered by the struggle and the strife.
If we only had more time.
We could make this world sublime.
But the time is running out on all of us.
Doctor, lawyer, family man.
Scientist, one-man band.
Explorer or inventor or dancing fool.
Painter, anthropologist.
Politician, craftsman, physicist.
Teacher, preacher, keeper of fancy jewels.
I wanna be again.
I wanna be all I can be, unrestrained.
I wanna be again.
I wanna be all of me, as if ordained.
I wanna be all of me, as if ordained.
"Be Again" © 2021 David Guilbault
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4. |
I Have Enough (Demo)
02:56
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“I HAVE ENOUGH” by David Guilbault
I have something you’ll never have.
I have enough.
With all this changing,
This rearranging.
I have enough.
I’ve learned to live a life
Simple and true.
Roll with the punches.
Go with the hunches.
How about you?
(CHORUS 1)
I only have one butt.
I only need one chair.
But, if you need to rest,
I’m happy to share.
In a spirit of gratitude.
I’m proud of this.
I’ve been to places,
And I’ve seen faces
That brought me bliss.
I only have one life.
Have to live it full.
Gotta take out the knife.
Slice away the bull.
You know it ain’t easy.
But it’s worth the try.
Less is more, now.
Nothing more to score, now.
Ease up my mind.
Mind - over matter.
Love - over stuff.
Leave - what you’ve scattered.
You - have enough.
I have something you’ll never have.
I have enough.
The life that forms me.
The loves that warm me.
The spirit adorns me.
I have enough.
"I Have Enough" © 2021 David Guilbault
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5. |
If I Were Here (Demo)
02:58
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"IF I WERE HERE" by David Guilbault
If I were here - I’d still be dead.
I’d stop the fear - of what I said.
It was wrong, that song, to you.
It was wrong, that song, to you.
If I were here - I’d change it all.
I’d spill the beer - to save the fall.
It was strong, all along, with you.
It was strong, all along, with you.
If I were here - I’d try again.
I’d work to endear - to the bitter end.
It was long, over drawn, for you.
It was long, over drawn, for you.
If I were here - I’d call your name.
I’d yell and cheer – and stake my claim.
It was gone, ‘fore the dawn, like you.
It was gone, ‘fore the dawn, like you.
If I were here - I’d fix mistakes.
I’d stay clear – of the game that we played.
It was done, and won, by you.
It was done, and won, by you.
If I were here - I’d still be dead.
I’d stop the fear - of what I said.
It was wrong, that song, to you.
It was wrong, that song, to you.
"If I Were Here" © 2021 David Guilbault
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6. |
In Between (Demo)
03:45
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"IN BETWEEN" by David Guilbault
Somewhere between San Jose and nowhere
She left me stranded on my own.
Somewhere between all the ways I knew her
I lost her love and wandered all alone.
Nowhere can I find the fateful moment
When her heart stopped beating one with mine.
When she thought that our love was too far broken
In between our rhythm and our rhyme.
In between the words
That can only scar and burn.
In between the deeds that were not kind.
In between the sighs
And the looks from callous eyes.
That’s where our love was left behind.
Should have known that I no longer pleased her.
Before too long there was sorrow in her mind,
Locked in all the silence that had lingered.
If I had known I could have read between the lines.
In between the words …
Somewhere between San Jose and nowhere
She left me stranded on my own.
Somewhere between all the ways I loved her
I lost myself and wandered off alone.
"In Between" © 2021 David Guilbault
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Lies (Demo)
04:28
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"LIES" by David Guilbault
Lies in the headline.
Lies in the speech.
Cries on the fault line
For the murdered lying dead out in the streets.
Lives, Black, that matter.
Lives, taken down.
Cries, for loves now shattered.
When the knee on the throat chokes out the sound.
Hatred is emboldened.
Hatred is on the rise.
Sacred rights are broken
When the lawman with the gun does the crime.
Politicians speaking nonsense.
Politicians, fast and loose.
On their missions of guilty conscience,
Not a one can bear to really speak the truth.
Pundits, up to no good.
Pundits, rant and rage.
Abundant in their falsehoods,
Try to keep the pain and fear on center stage.
Justice waits unanswered.
Justice, mocked and mourned.
What’s this in the courthouse?
Mockery of equity that smells of porn.
Lies in the headline.
Lies in the speech.
Cries on the front line
For the hateful crimes of inequality.
"Lies" © 2021 David Guilbault
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Much (Demo)
03:58
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“MUCH” by David Guilbault
I ain’t got, much, left to do.
Yet I don’t do what should be done.
All these trappings
Of a life well-lived
Are mapping roads to oblivion.
Mapping roads to oblivion.
I ain’t got, much, life to live.
Yet I live it like it won’t end.
All these breaths I take
Now labored and worn
Are death calling from around the bend.
Death calling from around the bend.
I ain’t got, much, time for this.
Yet this is all that’s on my mind.
Was it worth the pain
That fills my soul
That I wish I could unbind?
That I wish I could unbind.
I ain’t got, much, more to say.
Yet what I say now rings true.
Words mean more
When the time’s almost gone
With an honesty I seldom knew.
Honestly I seldom knew.
"Much" © 2021 David Guilbault
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"OLIVES AND APRICOTS" by David Guilbault
All she has to share are – olives and apricots.
All she has to bear is – everything.
Living on the streets selling – olives and apricots.
Wanting to go home, but – there’s no one there
She’s got dreams that hold her tight.
She’s got nowhere to go tonight.
Rain makes her cold – wet boots and a walking cane.
Getting real old this – mean lonely life.
Hobbling along with – wet boots and a walking cane.
Selling her soul just to - get through the strife.
She once carried books, wrote - papers on Africa.
Garnered the looks from – handsome young men.
Her mind was ablaze writing – papers on Africa.
A scholar, a beauty - so tre bien.
She’s got dreams that hold her tight.
She’s got nowhere to go tonight.
Wrapped in his arms - feeling a warming touch.
The pleasure of charms – known once again.
Verses of love her mind is now – making up.
Singing those songs, she – hopes never end.
A dance in the park, sharing – olives and apricots.
A reach in the dark for - someone to hold.
The rain makes a sound like the music will - never stop.
Olives and apricots – out in the cold.
She’ll be around – bearing her quiet sobs.
Olives and apricots – out in the cold.
"Olives and Apricots" © 2021 David Guilbault
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One More (Demo)
03:16
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"ONE MORE" by David Guilbault
One more song is all I that can take.
One more song that weeps of sweet heartbreak.
One more song is all
I can take before I fall
And crawl into this bottle once again.
One more friend who tells me I’ll be fine.
One more friend who holds me while I cry.
One more friend to say
All the tears will wash away.
That’s one more lie I’m hearing one more time.
I’m at the end of my rope.
Ain’t one more act of love can give me hope.
One more tear and I think I will drown.
One more beer and two more whiskeys ‘round.
One more time to hide
All the pain I feel inside.
When one more thought of her will bring me down.
I’m at the end of my rope.
Ain’t one more act of love can give me hope.
One more try is more than I can do.
So, one more high is sure to see me through.
One more wasted night
And ev’rything will seem all right.
And one more shot won’t make me feel so blue.
"One More" © 2021 David Guilbault
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Princess (Demo)
03:06
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"PRINCESS" by David Guilbault
She did her best. Or so she said.
There would be no regrets when she was dead.
But, is that so? Can it be true?
Or is it just another lie for me and you?
Can all that be, I’d like to know?
Was she ever free to let her real self show?
What she held inside, was it ever seen?
Had the Princess ever met the Queen?
She ruled with words, meant to be kind.
Never worry, fear or doubt would cross her mind.
She said it all, and all went well.
But when all was said and done could she even tell?
Can all that be, I’d like to know?
Was she ever free to let her real self show?
What she held inside, was it ever seen?
Had the Princess ever met the Queen?
A mother’s love won’t help you inside these padded walls.
A sister’s help will fall on deadened ears.
A daughter’s plea will haunt you ‘til she no longer calls.
And the wife you left behind fills you with fear.
He did his best. That’s what he says.
He has no words of wisdom for the rest.
The hurt he feels, it still abounds,
No matter how many times it gets unwound.
Can all that be, I’d like to know?
Was she ever free to let her real self show?
What she held inside, was it ever seen?
Had the Princess ever met the Queen?
"Princess" © 2021 David Guilbault
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"RIGHT SIDE OF THE DIRT" by David Guilbault
It’s good to be on the - right side of the dirt.
It’s happy for me that I could survive all the hurt.
It’s plain to see all around me now
Ain’t nothin’ but goodness surrounds me while
I’m still here
On the right side of the dirt.
God knows this year’s been - hard to get along.
What shows my fears are the scars that I took on.
Outrageous, the slings and arrows, they were.
Contagious, the things that burrow and burr.
But I’m here
On the right side of the dirt.
I ain’t pushing up daises
Still walkin’ upright.
Ain’t six feet under.
Still carrying the light.
Ain’t wondrin’ and waitin’ at Heaven’s door.
How on Earth did I - manage to break on through
All the trauma and the drama and the loneliness we all knew?
Tears for the souls who lost it all
When the simple truths all took a fall.
Still, I’m here
On the right side of the dirt.
Right side of the dirt.
Right side of the dirt.
While this life moves on and the cripp’ling strife is gone.
I’m still on the right side of the dirt.
There’s a lesson to be - learned for what it’s worth.
In a moment anything and ev’rything can change for the worse.
Live ev’ry moment of ev’ry day
Like the fates are trying to take it away,
And stay
On the right side of the dirt.
It’s good to be on the – right side of the dirt.
"Right Side of the Dirt" © 2021 David Guilbault
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"SAME TRAIN ROLLIN'" by David Guilbault
August, 2021, Seattle
I can’t see what you saw in him.
I can’t see what turned your head.
And led you to his bed.
Was it the same train rollin’?
Was it the same train of love?
Was it the same train rollin’?
Was it the same train of love?
I don’t know why you were drawn to him.
I don’t know how he took hold,
And told you he was yours.
Was it the same train rollin’?
Was it the same train of love?
Same train rollin’ down the track.
Same train brought you ain’t bringing’ you back.
Same train rollin’.
I can’t feel my heart no more.
I can’t feel you close to my soul,
He stole you away.
Off on that same train rollin’.
Off on that same train of love.
You’re gone on that same train rollin’.
Gone on that same train of love.
"Same Train Rollin'" © 2021 David Guilbault
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"THE SOUNDS OF LONELINESS" by David Guilbault
I can hear it, in the air.
The sounds of loneliness.
I can’t bear it, it’s ev’rywhere
These sounds of loneliness.
I need love and life and laughter.
I need hugs and smiling eyes.
I need you to be right here with me.
I need joyful days and nights filled with surprise.
You can hear it, the quiet still,
No one there to make a joyful noise.
You can’t bear it, you never will.
In the empty silence not much to enjoy.
We need merry jubilation.
We need loud and boisterous love.
We need happy shouts rising wild and free.
We need choirs of the lovely and beloved.
The sounds I hear are lonely notes of sorrow.
The sounds I hear are painful songs, so sad.
Nothing in their rhythms for the ‘morrow.
No hope, no joy, no love, no feeling glad.
I can hear it, in the air.
The sounds of loneliness.
I can’t bear it, it’s ev’rywhere
These sounds of loneliness.
I need love and life and laughter.
I need hugs and smiling eyes.
I need you to be right here with me.
I need joyful days and nights filled with surprise.
"The Sounds of Loneliness" © 2021 David Guilbault
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This Life (Demo)
02:42
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“THIS LIFE” by David Guilbault
Time has come to be a sage.
To write this book.
To fill this page.
But, my story can’t be drawn,
As memories fade.
With remembrances gone.
What do I have to say?
What was this, anyway?
This life?
These loves?
These times?
There is so much I could tell,
If only my past
Wasn’t lost in a swell.
The mist of time’s a feral thief,
Robbing my mind.
Of what it has seen.
Impressions, one by one.
All of them on the run.
From this life,
These loves,
These times.
I’m forgetting, day by day.
The roles I made and the parts I played
In this life,
These loves,
These times.
This cruelty should not be,
To strip a soul
Of its memories.
I can’t cherish what has been,
If I can’t recall.
The where and the when.
So, I curse the God above.
Who thought it wise to rob me of
This life,
These loves,
These times.
"This Life" © 2021 David Guilbault
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"WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE" by David Guilbault
When it’s all said and done
It’s the love we have shown.
It’s the joy we have known
In our hearts.
It’s the kindness we’ve shared.
The feelings we’ve dared.
Just being there,
A hand in the dark.
Giving love is ev’rything.
It’s what to do for the gift of being.
It’s what is true to the soul.
When it’s all said and done
It’s the lives we have touched
If we’ve given enough
Of our hearts?
It’s the friends we have helped
When we’ve given ourselves
With no need to be held
In esteem.
Giving love brings love’s return,
Making life rich for the living.
Takes the strife, strips it bare of worth.
Leaving joyful jewels that only love can earn.
For, what is life but giving love?
What is love, but the giving?
When it’s all said and done
What’s the meaning of someone?
It’s love, love, giving love.
"When It's All Said and Done" © 2021 David Guilbault
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David Guilbault Seattle, Washington
Seattle singer-songwriter David Guilbault writes, records & performs honest-to-goodness soulful music of love, life and loss - heartfelt songs that live in the truth.
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