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CUL DE SAC

by Harvey Gerard

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1.
Everybody's movin', everything is changin' I'm goin' around the room, workin' on a stagin Goin' to the next phase of self-inflicted dance craze To the entrance of a Twisted Maze whose contents escape me Mona's dirty hammer will be pounding nails in her husband St. John will paint his wall to find his perfect island While I just sit at home with my wife just getting stronger What doesn't kill you just makes you ponder I'll be climbing up the mountain, I will pass you soon You'll be going down the other side by the light of the moon Let us talk of that spirit, see what can be gleaned You know you gotta scrub a fossil if you want it to be clean Mona's dirty hammer will be pounding nails in her husband St. John will paint his wall to find his perfect island While I just sit at home with my wife just getting stronger What doesn't kill you just makes you ponder Mona's dirty hammer will be pounding nails in her husband St. John will paint his wall to find his perfect island While I just sit at home with my wife just getting stronger What doesn't kill you just makes you ponder
2.
Phase Pedal 02:41
One fine night in my malaise, Derek gave me a vintage Japanese phase It gave out pretty quick, but my new phase 90 it did the trick And it took me on a journey, I'm still on today Is it just the phase pedal? Don't hear it much in metal Is it wrong I want it in every song Click it on and I'm sailing, feeling Waylon to Van Halen Ride the wave like a psychedelic swan, on and on And it took me on a journey, I'm still on today Is it just the phase pedal? Don't hear it much in metal Is it wrong I want it in every song Click it on and I'm sailing, feeling Waylon to Van Halen Ride the wave like a psychedelic swan Is it just the phase pedal? Don't hear it much in metal Is it wrong I want it in every song Click it on and I'm sailing, feeling Waylon to Van Halen Ride the wave like a psychedelic swan On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
3.
Bar Stool 04:38
I vaguely remember you I mean your man bun And your crooked smile You undercover sensitive player You said you already told me Your producer A Moog player A female slayer Drunk conversations at the bar Unremembered, unremembered Drunk conversations at the bar Unremembered, unremembered You said we played pool before You kicked my ass I bought you a drink You kinda look like you smoke meth Then in a lousy Russian accent You say you know the mob And the secret behind Jeff Buckley's death Drunk conversations at the bar Unremembered, unremembered Drunk conversations at the bar Unremembered, unremembered Then in a smoky subterranean pool hall I was drinking beer and working on this song A guy came up behind me, looked at these words He said he could relate in a cocaine way Drunk conversations at the bar Unremembered, unremembered Drunk conversations at the bar Unremembered, unremembered Drunk conversations at the bar Unremembered, unremembered Drunk conversations at the bar Unremembered, unremembered Katie the bartender reminded me I spoke to you on your breakup day You messily ate my nachos Got my hopes up But I just walked you to your Uber Super duper Drunk conversations at the bar Vaguely remembered Unremembered Drunk conversations at the bar Unremembered, unremembered Unremembered, unremembered
4.
Myself 03:33
You didn't get me at my best, but you act like you did All those loose ends are flapping in the wind My love for you is cutting through the sludge and the fog Treating life like a sick day Want a more purpose-driven life, I'm reluctant to say I don't feel like myself, more than I feel like myself I've forgotten how to feel right, but I feel like myself tonight He found his wife in a stretcher going into a room Nurse, ask him how he was, he said, I'm better now, Oh, Dark thoughts enter my mind, they don't seem from me Feel it deep in my curls from the chaos swirl I don't feel like myself, more than I feel like myself I've forgotten how to feel right, but I feel like myself tonight Carol and Grayson met at Sacred Heart a comfort after tragedy Grayson lost his mother, met the love of his life Oh, Picture at a dance adorable and slim Lil' Abner themed Grayson wrote to my little blonde, U of O, 1961 I don't feel like myself, more than I feel like myself I've forgotten how to feel right, but I feel like myself tonight
5.
Cul De Sac 03:31
Cul de Sac Got my back up against a circle In the burbs, not a sidewalk in sight Wish I wouldn't have to risk my life To walk to a store or a bar, tonight Cul de Sac Cul de Sac My life seems to turn around and around So blessed and loved, wish my life could drive forward Slowly crawling away from my Peter Pan mind I wanna see myself move on Onward and upward Cul de Sac Cul de Sac And I'd like to look back the spectrum on church camp To my old drummer getting beat with a belt by strippers Now I want myself to look ahead To a life with my love An indecision on the spiritual side Should I look above Cul de Sac Cul de Sac Cul de Sac Cul de Sac
6.
Layman layman engineer Had to show those school boys how it's done But his plaque was hidden in his rubbish Also hung at the Smithsonian His upbringing in primitive Baptist Kept him humble to an extreme Wish I could have known you but that's a dream Great stories surface from your daughter The legend of Lynn it does loom Sleepwalking to slumber with the livestock Hyperactive feeding the furnace in the school room We could have talked about football Pros and cons of Steve McNair Layman engineer you're soul glows in the air Don't do as good a job as I should Adulthood doesn't suit me well Taking care of your grandson and your daughter I want to do better you compel I hope it honors you, my belated tear See you in him and her Poked a hole in this cold cold heart Layman engineer Layman layman engineer Lynn could build it have no fear Was told he never knew a stranger Layman layman engineer We could have talked about football Pros and cons of Steve McNair Layman engineer you're soul glows in the air
7.
Punch me hard red alert Grab me by the neck and it hurt Ask me what I'd do then invited me to home brew Then awkwardly massaged me That's nervous energy Social ineptity When you over shot it first day at work And your co-workers thought you were a jerk Then they loved you in the end After a gradual mend Now our dearest friend Said it was nervous energy Nervous energy Try to make a contagious laugher laugh Your jokes aren't funny a dusty dry carafe Keep on trying but their not buying Exhausting compliance It's nervous energy Nervous energy When your laughing for no reason and can't stop Pained smile forehead vain about to pop Dressed to the nines to impress an unworthy guy How does this apply oh my Oh my it's nervous energy It's nervous energy I feel it deep in my veins Causing me to do stupid things Say something insulting while I swerve The mystical power of the nerves Tell my wife she's better than the ex throwing out an awkward hex You're all over the place Should I get out the mace You hold an intense place With nervous energy nervous energy
8.
It seems you don't feel liable When you're in your quarterly paranoid cycle I try to get us to talk but you just balk and postulate You're a fractured martyred disciple When you're in your quarterly paranoid cycle I can't talk to you, what else can I do but stare and nod I can tell you're starting to spiral Sliding down your quarterly paranoid cycle You say everyone is against you but it's not the truth This all seems so recycled Another quarterly paranoid cycle Don't like the look in your eyes your death stare surprise is unnerving Everyone is not out to get you You can't stand it When people say you're paranoid It's in your head Cornered creature survival When you're in your quarterly paranoid cycle Take it out on me I'm not your enemy don't you see Epiphany at the urinal Saw my own paranoid cycle Had a talk with myself and I felt it too found empathy
9.
Left to my own devices I am falling I'm falling Left to my own devices indefinite holiday vacation Two fold, avoidance and no discipline and bliss Technological bliss Left with my own mind quiet I am squirming I'm Squirming Left with my own short sidedness lost connection Avoid connection Green Tabasco sports page, and eventually the big disengage so empty So empty Left with my constipated brain stifled by distractions Distractions Have given up on life's coming attractions Attractions His weirdness once charming, is aging so badly, they turn their backs gladly Left to my own devices I am falling I'm falling
10.
Met Donovan in Nashville lived across the hall Said he moved from Portland on a emotional retreat Worked for the railroad, explained being bumped Lost his love, moved down south in defeat I think we helped raise his spirits, we laughed and drank on a picnic table Said he was thin-lipped and Nordic, soon he seemed more emotionally stable One day his ex-love's father showed up in town Wanted him to help him save his daughter From her lover down in old Mexico She was expecting but reluctantly agreed to go They got back together, things seemed swell, a pregnant Anglo, Hope Sandoval Round and lovely with black eyeliner, we took a smiling black and white picture I recall We moved to Portland, he showed us around Lamented the move back where his life had begun He was living with her but they weren't together But he was helping raise another man's son He was stuck in Silverton Tied to a dreadful tether Saw him near the end of our time in Oregon Our neighbor again aggrieved and bitter He was happier in exile in Nashville Anonymous and easier to acquit her He was thin-lipped and Nordic He was thin-lipped and Nordic Oh, you couldn't ignore it He was thin-lipped and Nordic

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Nashville based artist Harvey Gerard releases CUL DE SAC.

Harvey came to Nashville, Tennessee in 1995, writing and playing in the band Hobotron.

Later moving to Portland, Oregon and writing and playing in bands Swaim Basement and Colorimeter.

Then back to Nashville releasing albums 'Blood Brain Barrier' & 'Pickled Wisdom', as well as 'Holy Curve Ball' under the moniker "Greene Gerard" with Todd Greene.

Harvey covers multiple genres in his writing and music, including Rock, Country, Power-Pop, Indie Rock, and Roots Rock.

credits

released January 28, 2024

Harvey Gerard - vocals, guitar, organ
Dave Coleman - bass, electric guitar, synth and organ
Marshall Richardson - drums, percussion
Derek Wolfe - backing vocals, electric guitar

Recorded by Dave Coleman at Howard's Apartment Studio, Inglewood, TN
Mastered by Alex McCollough at True East Mastering, Donelson, TN

(C)(P) 2024 Harvey Gerard

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Harvey Gerard is a songwriter and "musician" who is orginally from Idaho, but now calls Nashville, TN his home. He has been in a few awesome bands of little to no acclaim such as Hobotron in Nashville and Swaim Basement and Colorimeter in Portland, OR. He blends a little bit of everything and what comes out is truly some loose and spirited poprockcountryfolk. Enjoy! ... more

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