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The Well Said band plays live at the Conor Byrne Pub in Seattle on February 15, 2018. The band is singer-songwriter David Guilbault on vocals and rhythm guitar, Nick Nordahl on lead guitar, Jeffrey Warden on bass guitar and Luca Cartner on drums.

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released March 4, 2018

PRODUCED by KARL BENITEZ
Released by True as Blue Music and DistroKid
UPC: 840092823206

Live recording and mixing by Karl Benitez, KBAV Productions
kbavproductions.com

David Guilbault - Vocals, Rhythm Guitar
Nick Nordahl - Lead Guitar
Jeffrey Warden - Bass Guitar
Luca Cartner - Drums

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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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Track Name: Here Alone
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"HERE, ALONE" by David Guilbault

Here, alone. By my/self.
Here, alone. No one else.
Here, alone , you can feel the moan.
Here, alone. Feel the air.
There’s a still.
The wind moves over there.

Here, alone. Quiet night.
Here, alone. Feeling tight.
Here, alone. You can hear the sigh.
Here, alone. Mark the time.
There’s a still.
The world moves out of sight.

(CHORUS)
You can fill your space,
Chock to the brim.
You can build your place
Just to wall all the loneliness in.

Here, alone. Seconds tick.
Here, alone. Getting’ sick.
Here, alone. You can hear the cry.
Here, alone. Day to day.
There’s a still.
Life has moved away.

"Here, Alone" © 2007 David Guilbault
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Track Name: Love Unfastened
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"LOVE UNFASTENED" by David Guilbault

The carpet smells of cigarettes
And dirty tales of lust.
I really shouldn’t be here.

Your perfume makes me a drunken man
I cannot stand. I fall
Into the darkness.

Well, take off all your clothes.
We’re in this, heaven knows.

The room is cold, the sheets are worn,
Our hearts are torn and tired
From all the lying.

We tell ourselves that this is love.
But, it ain’t love at all
That keeps us coming.

So, take off all your clothes.
We’re in this, heaven knows.

Before this night is through I’ll wash away
The scent of you to hide
The stain of / passion.

We’ll kiss goodbye while others wait
At home alone and cry
From love unfastened.

Now, take off all your clothes.
We’re in this, heaven knows.
The carpet smells of cigarettes
And dirty tales of lust.
I really shouldn’t be here.

"Love Unfastened" © 2014 David Guilbault
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Track Name: Through to You
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"THROUGH TO YOU" by David Guilbault

Hey, baby, can’t you see
That I’ve got eyes for you?
Hey, baby, look at me.
Tell me what I gotta do

To get through – to you?
To get through – to you?

Hey, babe, that other guy
Doesn’t want to stand by your side.
If you take a glance my way
You’ll see I wanna stay

To get through – to you.
To get through – to you.

I’m fluffing my feathers, I’m flashing my smile,
Just to get a look from you.
I’m struttin’ my stuff, I’m walkin’ a mile,
Just to find a way to you.

Hey, babe, I’ve got the moves,
If you would only see
What I can do to prove
That we were meant to be.

Let me through – to you.
Let me through – to you.

I’m fluffing my feathers, I’m flashing my smile,
Just to get a look from you.
I’m struttin’ my stuff, I’m walkin’ a mile,
Just to find a way to you.

Hey, baby, can’t you see
That I’ve got eyes for you?

"Through to You" © 2010 David Guilbault
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Track Name: Hard Like That
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"HARD LIKE THAT" by David Guilbault

(To) my way of thinkin’
The truth’s interpretation
Is subject to occasional sin.
Way that I look at it
Is bound to put a crook in it,
Turn it into something bent.

(CHORUS)
It ain’t the truth
It’s just a fact.
And I’m telling you,
Ain’t it hard like that?

The sun’s up in the mornin’.
You can swear that it’s a bornin’.
But, the more you see the more you don’t know.
Seein’ ain’t believin’,
And all you see is leavin’
By the light that was shining before.

Ev’ryone’s a liar,
And no one will be higher
Than anyone who tires of the truth.
What you say is really
The lie around the feeling
Underneath what’s buggin’ you.

"Hard Like That" © 1998 David Guilbault
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Track Name: The Coffee Ain't Ready Yet
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"THE COFFEE AIN'T READY YET" by David Guilbault

The whiskey’s gone. The coffee ain’t ready yet.
Ev’rything is wrong. There’s a pounding in my head.
The whiskey’s gone. Can’t remember what I said.
The whiskey’s gone.
The coffee’s on.
I wish I was dead.

Ev’rything was fine when this party started off.
But, cigarettes and wine didn’t seem to be enough.
Had to open the rye. Had to open the rum.
The whiskey’s gone.
The coffee’s on.
What have I done?

What did I say to you? What did you tell me back?
Why are there scratches on my face and my back?
Why do you look at me like I have done you wrong?
When the whiskey pours I come undone.

The whiskey’s gone. The coffee ain’t ready yet.
Time to atone for my failings once again.
Time to go home, with old shame and new regret.
The whiskey’s gone.
The coffee’s on.
I wish I was dead.
The whiskey’s gone.
The coffee’s on.
I wish I was ...

"The Coffee Ain't Ready Yet" © 2013 David Guilbault
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Track Name: Gimme More Time
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"GIMME MORE TIME" by David Guilbault

Gimme, gimme, gimme,
Gimme, gimme, gimme, more time.
Gimme, gimme, gimme,
Gimme, gimme, gimme, more time.
I can take whatever you got
And then I’ll want some more.
Ev’ry tick and tock and striking
Of the clock that I am livin’ for.

Time is something that is nothing
But a notion we can’t own.
We can take our time until it’s up
And life is all but flown.
Ev’ry single day and ev’ry night
And ev’ry year goes by.
Still there’s nothing we can do to
Really stop the time that flies.

Gimme, gimme, gimme,
Gimme, gimme, gimme, more time.
Gimme, gimme, gimme,
Gimme, gimme, gimme, more time.
There is so much more in store and
More for me to see and do.
Ev’ry minute left in life is
Really meant to live it through.

"Gimme More Time" © 2009 David Guilbault
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