We Were the Future

songs by Michael Amo and Rick Fathers

SONG OF THE MONTH/MAY 2016

May 10, 2016
michael

A song inspired by sitting on a summer patio on College Street in Toronto. No doubt more than a few relationships have started (and ended) there.

Madame X.

Walking across College
secure in the knowledge
I am only passing this way once.
Thinking about my woman
and the feeling keeps on coming.

Watching all the faces
of the places I can’t go.
No regrets, only a sense of wonder.
Dreaming in their perfumed wake
and still the feeling I just can’t shake…

…that all I want to do is mmmmm…
…and all I want to is do is mmmmm…

Madame X., we haven’t met
but I bet we would get along.
You would share your secrets
and the wine would keep on flowing –

– until we realized
there was nothing left to say,
only that it’s time to be going.
Following in your liquid wake,
always the thought that I can’t shake…

…that all I want to do is mmmmm…
…and all I want to is do is mmmmm…

Quiet men in sunny doorways.
Women’s hips turn gentle corners.
Everything is felt and nothing’s said.
Out here on this summer street
I’m half awake and half asleep
and always there’s this song inside my head.

…and all I want to do is mmmmm…
…and all I want to do is mmmmm…
…and all I want to do is mmmmm…
…and all I want to do is mmmmm…

Amo/Fathers 2016

SONG OF THE MONTH/FEBRUARY 2016

January 23, 2016
michael

 

Winter is more than a season in this country, it is a condition of the soul.  

 

I have a hole in my life I’m afraid to show you.

I have a need so great, cannot wait to hold you,

closer, closer, until this winter’s done.

Touch me, touch me, cries the February sun.

 

I swear I’ll love you when the winter comes again.

I swear I’ll need you when conditions aren’t the same.

I have a hole in my life I’m afraid to show you.

I have a need so great, please just let me hold you,

closer, closer, until this winter’s done.

Touch me, touch me, cries the February sun.

 

Daughter of the spring wind melt the snow in the trees.

Turn the snowplow thunder into swords of summer lightning.

I swear I’ll love you when the winter comes again.

I swear I’ll need you when conditions aren’t the same.

 

February sun.

I’ll build a stronghold in my solitary bed.

February sun.

I’ll have to dream instead.

 

I have a hole in my life I’m afraid to show you.

I have a need so great, cannot wait to hold you.

 

Amo/Fathers 2016

 

 

SONG OF THE MONTH/JANUARY 2016

January 2, 2016
michael

Summer Song

      Big Me - Amo/Fathers

 

If you can’t be competent, you can always be confident…

 

Take a step. Take another step.

Take a trip to the edge of yourself.

Take everything in the shadow there.

Pick it up. Take it off the shelf.

 

This is no time to be worried about

that old lady in your head.

Let her know that you’re moving on.

Shut her up. Kick her out of bed.

 

Big me. I’m the biggest that I’ve ever been.

Big me. I’m the biggest that you’ve ever seen.

Big me. I’m a big me.

 

Feel the freedom as she falls away.

You’re off the hook. You’re on a holiday.

 

Big me. I’m the biggest that I’ve ever been.

Big me. I’m the biggest that you’ve ever seen.

Big me. I’m a big me.

 

Could be that you’re dreaming now.

Might be smoke blowing up your crack.

Could be the worst that you think of yourself,

well, it turns out to be fact.

 

Tell you what. Let’s make a deal.

I’ll buy yours if you buy mine.

There won’t be any lover large enough

when we lay it all on the line.

 

Big me. I’m the biggest that I’ve ever been.

Big me. I’m the biggest that you’ve ever seen.

Big me. I’m a big me.

 

 

Song Of The Month/December 2015

December 1, 2015
michael

Dali_Daydream

      Something In The Water D 1

WARNING!: This song contains no nuts and only trace amounts of Christmas content.  It started as an instrumental that Rick composed and that I subsequently managed to sneak into a scene of a TV pilot I wrote called “Befriend and Betray” in which the hero – a professional gang infiltrator – goes to a massage parlour, tries to rescue a girl and gets in a bloody fight with several Chinese Triads.  The day after the movie was broadcast on Shaw, I discovered that it was now available on an amazingly wide variety of free download sites – almost like ….  a Christmas present? (or, legally speaking, stolen intellectual property)  I recently added some lyrics in the spirit of the mysterious title that Rick plucked out of the ether (or the water).  Rick and I wish happy holidays, peace on Earth and all the best in 2016 to file-sharing basement dwellers everywhere.

I feel love. I feel light.

Maybe something in the air.

Maybe something on the wind.

Maybe something in the water.

You feel love. You feel light.

Maybe something in your brain.

Maybe you are just the same.

Maybe something in the water.

We feel love. We feel light.

Maybe it’s a real change.

Maybe we are both insane.

Maybe something in the water.

 

SONG OF THE MONTH/NOVEMBER 2015

October 28, 2015
michael

A New Dawn

      Song For No One

 

This is a song for no one.

This is a hymn in a hollow church.

De-sanctified.  The weather’s fine.

 

This is the sum of my thoughts.

This is the snow melting on the ground without a sound into the sky.

 

All my life I wonder why.

All my life all I do is try and try and try and try.

 

This is a dream of something.

This is a ghost from another time.

Maybe divine.  Unrealized.

 

This is the sound of laughter.

This is a war that’s just begun and never won.

Still I abide.

 

All my life I wonder why.

All my life all I do is try and try and try and try.

 

This is a song for no one.

This is a hymn for a broken heart.

Still I abide, still I abide…

(mixed and mastered by Doug Blais)

 

SONG OF THE MONTH/OCTOBER 2015

September 21, 2015
michael

Hurricane Earl

      Breeze Before A Thunderstorm (studio) - Amo, Fathers

In honour of the autumnal equinox, here’s a song about one of those rare flashes of calm in the midst of the turbulence.  Complete silence would probably communicate this even more effectively but John Cage already wrote that tune.

Outside you could smell the burning,

bulldozers churning up the broken earth.

I caught a whiff of blood.

Inside sang a little whisper:

“Time too will twist you like a cloud of dirt.”

I started feeling good.

And you blew through me like a breeze before a thunderstorm

warning me that everything would change,

everything would change.

Clouds piled over trees and wires.

Lightning flashed, inspiring the birds to hush.

I thought of what you said.

Two people on a lonely highway.

A freezing night gave way to such a tender touch.

It lit the road ahead.

And you blew through me like a breeze before a thunderstorm

warning me that everything would change,

everything would change.

The curtain’s blowing, weightless, knowing,

that what is now will not be soon,

will not be soon, will not be soon…

(bass by Ron Fathers)

SONG OF THE MONTH/SEPTEMBER 2015

September 2, 2015
michael

Dartmouth Bull

      Marie Angeline - Amo/Fathers

Rick wrote the music for this first.  I thought it kicked ass and wrote some lyrics accordingly.

Oh yeah, I remember my first great love. Who can ever forget a thing like that? High school. Industrial disinfectant. Luv’s Baby Soft Shampoo. We’d hold hands until you could float a boat through them. We were going to rent a white limo with all our friends and go to the prom. We were going take a year off after we graduated and go to Europe. We were so into each other we just knew we were going to get married.

Marie-Angeline, you bring out the worst in me.

I just can’t believe how bad this boy can be.

Marie-Angeline.

Number two Serious Girlfriend. Maybe it was love at first sight. Or maybe we were General Patton and Field Marshal Rommel in a former life. I remember us fighting over God knows whatever stupid thing it happened to be on that particular night and me running out and jumping onto a bus and crying like I was some kind of wounded war hero because it was so sad and my wounds were so deep. Because we were going to get married.

Hit the dirt!

Marie-Angeline, you bring out the worst in me.

I just can’t believe how bad this boy can be.

Marie-Angeline.

A couple of years and a few more flaming wrecks later and I decide, “Okay, I’ve had enough of the randomness and stupidity of it all, I’m going to finally grow up and find a woman I can spend the rest of my life with”. And I do! And she’s great! And we’re great! And then one day we just run out of things to say to each other. So we decide we’re going to go into couple’s therapy and work through this. Because we’re committed to each other. Right? Because deep down we really do love each other. Right? Because, who knows, one day we might even get married.

Marie-Angeline, you bring out the worst in me.

I just can’t believe how bad this boy can be.

Marie-Angeline….

(drums by Ron Heigelsberger, bass by Ron Fathers)

 

SONG OF THE MONTH/AUGUST 2015

July 28, 2015
michael

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Rick and I did this as background music for a scene in a TV movie I wrote called “Befriend and Betray”.  Great fun to dream up a song as if it was recorded back in the rockabilly heyday of Gene Vincent and Duane Eddy – and before global warming.  I wonder what kind of songs driver-less, electric cars will inspire.  Cue the explosion of Gary Numan cover bands …

 

      Baby Loves To Drive - Amo/Fathers

Met a girl at my high school dance. She looked so sweet I decided to take a chance.

Oh, she won’t talk and she won’t dance. Got no time for no romance.

She don’t kiss but my baby loves to drive.

She asked me if I got myself some wheels. She takes my keys and she makes my tires squeal.

Tells me “Baby, hold on tight, because I intend to drive all night.”

She don’t kiss but my baby loves to drive.

Drive, drive, drive.  She’s the fastest woman alive.

Drive, drive, drive.   I just watch the world fly by, by, by …

By nine o’clock that car is out of gas so we pull off to have a little rest.

She combs her hair and I fill my tank. Five dollars later we’re on our way.

She don’t kiss but my baby loves to drive.

Drive, drive, drive.  She’s the fastest woman alive.

Drive, drive, drive.   I just watch the world fly by, by, by …

My little baby, she never passed a test.  Her mom and dad won’t let her out past ten.

She can’t drink and she can’t dance.  Has to sneak out through the fence.

She don’t kiss but my baby loves to drive.

My little darling, she don’t pay for gas.  She just smiles and the miles, they fly right past.

I strap right in and I hold on tight because that little girl, she goes all night.

She don’t kiss but my baby loves to drive.

Song Of The Month/July 2015

June 29, 2015
michael

Leaving_Athens

 

      Victoria Street - Amo/Fathers

 

He said he’d be there for you.  He said there’d be nothing he wouldn’t do.

Now you’re by yourself. You’ve seen it through.

The whole world goes by. There’s only you. There’s only you.

Remember the day that the sun lit your way on Victoria Street.

Heaven looked down and dropped grace at your feet on Victoria Street.

Good girls don’t go where you have been. The voice in your head, it says awful things.

You feel a quickening in the air.  How can the dream inside now be out there now be out there?

Remember the day that the sun lit your way on Victoria Street.

Heaven looked down and dropped grace at your feet on Victoria Street.

Your life. Their lives. A passing streetcar rings.

You are struck by the glory of such things.

The nurse said go home to bed and rest awhile.

Then you stood up and she got your coat as if you were the child.

Someday you’ll hold one of your own

and all the details of this day will return.

Remember the day that the sun lit your way on Victoria Street.

Remember the way that you felt so unmade on Victoria Street.

Remember the day that the sun lit your way on Victoria Street.

Remember the way that you felt so unmade on Victoria Street.

On Victoria Street.  Victoria Street…

(drums by Ron Heigelsberger, everything else performed by Rick, mixed and mastered by Doug Blais)

 

Song of The Month/June 2015

May 29, 2015
michael

Gutenberg_Galaxy

 

Sometimes school can seem like four walls closing in.  But if we’re lucky, we get a teacher who points to the sky and says “jump”!  Rick and I had one or two exceptional teachers who helped us see a world bigger than the one directly in front of us.  This song’s for them.  

 

      Mr. Scott - Amo/Fathers

 

Mr. Scott has a garden, the best on the street, puts all the others to shame.

Mr. Scott has a style uniquely his own, always cool on a summer’s day.

Mr. Scott teaches music in the public school, trumpet, flute and oboe.

Lives in the house across the street from me, all alone with his piano.

Oh, Mr. Scott, Amadeus all through the evening and knowing what you are reminds us of what we can be, reminds us of what we can be.

At my school, we follow the usual rules: the jocks beat up the stoners.

But when we take the stage with Mr. Scott, it’s the music alone that owns us.

Oh, Mr. Scott, Amadeus all through the evening and knowing what you are reminds us of what we can be, reminds us…

Now people say things about Mr. Scott, exactly what you’d expect.

But when his door closes, all I can hear is the magic when the notes connect.

Mr. Scott has a garden, the best on the street, puts all the others to shame.

Mr. Scott has a style uniquely his own, always cool on a summer’s day.

Oh, Mr. Scott, Amadeus all through the evening and knowing what you are reminds us of what we can be, reminds us of what we can be.

(Jim MacDonald: keyboards, Ron Fathers: bass, additional vocals, Ron Heigelsberger: drums, additional vocals, mixed and mastered by Doug Blais)