Climate of Lust

Lyrics

Busker Breezy Bri © Brian Gregg

I'll tell you why Busker Breezy Bri is blue today
That nasty cleaning job has taken his pickin' partner Patsy away
Well it's hard to make ends meet just by busking on the street
And there's dirty houses all over this town

Still Busker Breezy Bri is on the corner by the market anyway
He plays his old guitar, his old guitar, his old guitar he has to play
Though he's going in the hole it satisfies his soul
Playing music, playing music on the street

That cowboy guy is passing by he don't stop to talk ain't no way
That cowboy guy just stops to talk when pickin' partner Patsy comes to play
The only cow on this old street is a fast food piece of meat
This is the city Cowboy, city not a town

Yes, I'll tell you why Busker Breezy Bri is blue today
That nasty cleaning job has taken his pickin' partner Pasty away
Well it's hard to make ends meet just by busking on the street
And there's dirty houses all over this town

Yes, it's hard to make ends meet just by busking on the street
And there's dirty houses all over this town


BLACKSMITH JOE © Brian Gregg
 
 
Time used to know Blacksmith Joe
He was the one who made the horse shoe glow
Heat it up, pound it round,
Make a gallop give a more metallic sound.
But is it right To hear tires screeching pavement in the night?
And who's to know
If you're sleeping or someone's burning out in low?
Time won't let some stop, won't let some go.
Old time's pushing, new time's on the go.
His hope was strung out on the line
Old Joe said that it was a crime.
The auto car took his job away
Took his life down the road
To gasoline motorway.
But is it right
To hear tires screeching pavement in the night?
And who's to know
If you're screaming or someone's burning out in low?
Time won't let some stop, won't let some go.
Old time's pushing, new time's on the go.
His hope was hung out on the line
To dry up its tears in the sun one more time
It is the spark in the smile in his eyes
Lifts his heart, unclouds his skies.
But who's to say where it's gone when it's gone away
I don't know but those hope gone times drag Joe low
Time used to know Blacksmith Joe
He was the one who made the horse shoe glow
Heat it up, pound it round,
Make a gallop give a more metalic sound.
Make a gallop give a more metalic sound.
Make a gallop give a more metalic sound.
Yeah ... make a gallop give ...
... .... A more metalic sound.

Can't Hear Me Calling © Brian Gregg

No they can't hear me calling
I'm drowned out by the machine
No they can't hear me calling
they can't know what I mean

So take me away to some secret silent space
We can talk about what's true
Makes no difference what we do
I just like to be with you

No they can't hear me calling
I'm drowned out by the machine
No they can't hear me calling
they can't know what I mean

So take me away to Mexico
I'll go to more movies with you
Makes no difference what we do
I just like to be with you

They can't hear me calling
I'm drowned out by the machine
They can't hear me calling
they can't know what I mean

So take me away to some secret silent space
We can talk about what's true
Makes no difference what we do
I just like to be with you

No they can't hear me
they can't hear me
they can't hear me
They can't hear me calling
they can't know what I mean


If Mother Nature was © Brian Gregg

If Mother Nature was my child maybe I wouldn't be so wild
I'd feed her and I'd keep her clean
I'd try to make her not be mean
Tornados, earthquakes, volcanos erupt
Some baby's course of action you just can't interrupt
Still would I pollute her and use up all she's got
Just to be rich an happy that's not asking a lot

If Mother Nature was my car I'd gas 'er up and take her far
I'd change her oil but smoke the sky
Would try to make her not know why
Accidents and rust are somewhere down the road
And it's rough and the shocks are weak and we've got a heavy load
Still would I pollute her and use up all she's got
Just to be rich an happy that's not asking a lot

If Mother Nature was my boss would it justify her gain at my loss?
I'd giver what she wants me to my time and my attention too
Labours of love by lovers of labour
No! just for the money just like my neighbour
Still would I pollute her and use up all she's got
Just to be rich an happy that's not asking a lot

If Mother Nature was my child maybe I wouldn't be so wild


Get Rid of Dem Ads © Brian Gregg

Get rid of dem ads get em off my radio.
Get em off my laptop's screen. Get em off my TV too.
Just give me the news in my daily paper.
Dem ads just gotta go. Dem ads just gotta go.

It's a rip off too. Get nothing for free.
When I buy my soap I pay for its ad on my TV.
When I sing this song with my soap in the shower,
I know we citizens ain't got no equal access to power.

That's a basic principle of democracy;
Equal access to power for you and me.
If I can buy ten ads and you can only buy three,
I'll call it democracy when they vote for me.

And what about the cream of the free market system rising to the top?
Is that why a lot of people buy a lot of cheap shit? Stop!

Get rid of dem ads get em off my radio.
Get em off my laptop's screen. Get em off my TV too.
Just give me the news in my daily paper.
Dem ads just gotta go. Dem ads just gotta go.


On the Square © Brian Gregg - instrumental


White Flag © Brian Gregg

Yeah their painting your old flat black flat baby blue
I'm waiving a white flag baby. I want to talk to you

Yeah this seems like an old flat black cold war on the poor
I'm waiving a white flag baby. I want to talk to you
I want to call a truce

Hey …. end the war on the poor
Yeah … end the war on the poor

Hey …. end the war on the poor
Yeah … end the war on the poor

Yeah their painting your old flat black flat baby blue
I'm waiving a white flag baby. I want to talk to you
I want to call a truce
I want to talk to you
I want to call a truce


I live for my job © Brian Gregg

I live for my job. My job is my life.
Love to hear the sound of that alarm clock first thing in the morning
'Means I can get up and go to work

I live for my job. My job is my life.
Love to hear the sound of that alarm clock first thing in the morning
'Means I can get up and kiss the wife

Well, she's really not my wife
She's just my girlfriend
But I love her. I love her anyway.

Well there used to be this unwritten agreement between me and my job
I'd go there every day. I give then my sweat and my toil
They'd give me my pay

But things have changed around there. It's not the same anymore
Why the company, they've been economizing, They've been out sourcing, down sizing
And the government .. why the government, they've been PRIVATIZING!

Well now when I go to my job it doesn't feel good anymore
I can't keep my mind on my work
I'm always looking over my shoulder wondering maybe it'll be next getting that pink slip
And then my job'll be gone. No more pay
How'm I going to buy nice things for my baby

I …
I live
I live for
I live for my job
My job is my life
My life is my job
My job is my life
My job is my life ………


Big Dreamer Blues © Brian Gregg - instrumental


Frozen Sweetheart Blues © Brian Gregg

Yesterday after playing some chillin' bluses
Breezy froze solid outside Big Al's House of Blues
He was thinking about his Sweetheart'
He was thinking about his sweet Sweetheart'
And if ever he was going to lose her
It would break his heart
He was thinking about his Sweetheart'
He was thinking about his sweet Sweetheart'
And if ever he was going to lose her
It would break his heart

Just kidding, he wasn't really freezing
But there's a reason
It was such a chilling thought

Everybody knows Big Al and Darci froze
And so did Mose and Haley Rose
They were thinking about their Sweethearts
They were thinking about their sweet Sweethearts
And if every they were going to lose 'em
It would break their hearts

Yesterday after playing some chillin' bluses
Breezy froze solid outside Big Al's House of Blues
He was thinking about his Sweetheart'
He was thinking about his sweet Sweetheart'
And if ever he was going to lose her
It would break his heart


 

Leavin' the Livin' room © Brian Gregg

In a place where the winter noon is night
And every thing is some shade of white
Old old man, on a cold cold day
Walks off into a blizzard; suicide the Eskimo way
And as his disappearance is going along
It's said he was heard to be singing this song
 
Well I believe I'm leavin' the livin' room
Yes I believe I'm leavin' the livin' room
I believe I am leavin' the livin' room
 
Well since my baby said she ain't comin' back here anymore
I've been losing sleep. I've been cryin' on the floor
But now I'm leaving, leavin' the livin' room
goin' out to the kitchen; dance with the broom
 
Well if I did the suicide blues it would be the Eskimo way
I'd walk off into a blizzard when I'm old and grey
But it's too hot out now and I'm too young and I still want to see the day
When she comes back here; comes back here to stay
 
I'm goin' to get up off this couch. If I don't fall on the floor
I'm goin' to get up on my feet and walk right out that door
Yes I'm leavin' ... leavin' the living room
goin'' out to the kitchen. dance with the broom
 
Yes I believe I'm leavin' the livin' room
Yes I believe I'm leavin' the livin' room
goin'' out to the kitchen. dance with the broom
 
dance dance dance, dance with the broom
Come on now honey
you must be getting tired of sitting there in the closet with the dustpan
Get out here on the floor with me right now
We're going to clean up


Climate of Lust © Brian Gregg

Of disappointment, of disgust
Of anger, of lust
In, out, around, it, then, this
Maybe tune it down a bit talk about a kiss

Kiss of disappointment, kiss of disgust
Kiss of anger, kiss of lust
In, out, around, it, then bump on a log
Maybe tune it down a bit talk about a frog

Frog of disappointment, frog of disgust
Frog of anger, frog of lust
In, out, around, it, then, rhyme it
Maybe tune it down a bit talk about The Climate

Climate of disappointment, climate of disgust
Climate of anger, climate of lust
Climate of disappointment, climate of disgust
Planet on fire, ashes and dust
On no


Climate of Lust - All songs © Brian Gregg

Co-Producers - Harry Gregg & Stew Kirkwood

Drums & Percussion - Stew Kirkwood
Bass - Moses Gregg
(except on "I live for my job" - Harry Gregg)
Harmonica - Rusty Reed
Guitars / Vocals / Juno 6 - Brian Gregg
Recorded & Mixed by Harry Gregg
Bed Tracking - Big Dreamer Sound
Overdubs & Mixing - Riverdale Recorders
Mastered at Sound Extractor by Stew Kirkwood
Vocal coaching thanks to Kimberley MacGregor
Drawing - Caitlin Jones
Photo - Craig Lukaniuk
Package Layout - Kevin Horek
Thank you to, the Edmonton Music Community
and especially Patsy Amico

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