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found. Wanting.

by Dave Thompson

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1.
Romeo & Juliet II love is a t.v. screen staring across the floor love is stale caffeine love is a tragedy slamming another door love is nicotine and he could light his cigarette, and wait here for her silhouette but he’s not Romeo, oh no and she’s not Juliet love was a magazine promising so much more love was seventeen but love is a cold machine slip through the back screen-door love is so unclean and she could light her cigarette, and wait here for his silhouette but he’s not Romeo, oh no and she’s not Juliet gonna break this habit leave that light on down the hall gonna break this habit once and for all love is another scene spilling across the floor love is gasoline… but he’s not Romeo, oh no and she’s not Juliet Tuning: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb
2.
Fools' Gold 04:20
Fools' Gold Racing back to Waterloo in summer torrents of rain and rage; and this speed, they say, can make you feel so free. The sun is caught by thunderclouds—got these silver shades, got this music loud—and highway eighty-six is lost on me... And I’m passing cars with headlamps flashing, feeling like the roof is crashing through— on me and you Are you free to thirst even while you’re drinking, free to lie even while you tell the truth? Can fools’ gold turn to pure gold if you want it to? The golden sun, it reappears; the single-file, it pushes on: and this snaking chrome is startled by a dust-cloud and a hundred beating hooves and horse-drawn carriages— black as history’s ink on gilded pages— fresh-scrubbed faces on a quiet Sunday afternoon... And car horns are cruel and highbeams rude, and I’m feeling like the sky is crashing through— on me and you And the dashboard’s shouting, “My Sharona” as a line as long as Pennsylvania is singing hymns to Jesus in the middle of June Can fools’ gold turn to pure gold if you want it to? And a man in black, with a sideways glance, is smiling at these souls just passing through. I see his daughter’s honey-yellow hair and I could swear it’s really you... Can fools’ gold turn to pure gold if you want it to? Tuning: Standard, Capo VII
3.
These Old Roads On a bridge by a rapid stream Barefoot—my sister and me The river swims underneath These old, sunburned roads Hot buzzing and harmless bees Fleeing, fussing and skinning our knees In these veins and capillaries, These memories of home... These old roads (they go where the river flows) These old roads (resurfacing) These old roads (they go where they always go) These old roads (and me) There’s a wasp in my rear-view mirror I’m scared and I’m trying to steer clear Out on this blacktop road In the holiday sun I’ll poke at these power windows I’ll stir it up—and hope that it goes away Like hot stirrups and stinging goads, So many ways to get stung... These old roads (they go where the bloodline flows) These old roads (resurfacing) These old roads (they go where they always go) These old roads (and me) But I’m taking a ride tonight There’s a crossroads where I just might Blaze a trail to something… These old roads (they go where the river flows) These old roads (resurfacing) These old roads (they go where they always go) These old roads (and me) Tuning: Eb Ab Eb Ab Ab C, capo V
4.
The Writing On The Wall Fingers point and fingers crawl Cracks across this plaster wall Faces frightened, faces pale Knocking knees and facing hell I thought I was so safe I thought I was so secure A lonely king upon his throne Slain by your beauty I had it all Now I see the writing on the wall Days are numbered, nights are spent Are you hell or heaven sent? Gods of silver, gods of gold God, this woman I can’t hold! I thought I was so safe I thought I was so secure A lonely king upon his throne Slain by your beauty I’d seen it all Now I see the writing on the wall I thought I was so safe I thought I was so damn sure A lonely king upon his throne Slain by your beauty Slain by your soul And I thought I’d seen it all… Now I see the writing on the wall Tuning: Bb Bb D F Bb D
5.
Dance Tonight We could dance tonight Like nobody’s there They could think what they like But maybe we don’t care At the edge of the spotlight Oh, just outside of the glare We could dance tonight Like nobody’s there I’m like a glass of wine Filled to overflowing Got a see-through heart Full of longing and knowing It’s just like love to rush up on you like that And spill into every thought And glow from every pore Like this blushing and touching And circling and romancing These strange, strange heartbeats Retreating and advancing Just when I thought I'd never take another chance Oh I see those eyes shining, And that soul-light dance… (chorus) You’re like an open book Like a habit I’m learning Like a sleepless night Like the world stopped turning It’s just like time to rush up on you like that And alarm bells are ringing And home fires are burning You’re like sleeping in on Sunday Like skipping piano lessons Like blue, blue midnight Kisses and confessions They could judge all they like, They could stone and they could stare Ah just wrap me up in heaven, In your long blonde hair And we could dance tonight… How many heartbeats in this measure? How many songs left in the night? If we could practice this forever, We could get it right… But we could dance tonight (so lonely without you) Tuning: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb
6.
The Longest Of Goodbyes We could fly to Tokyo Just to catch the sunrise And we could drive to Mexico Or just until your old Chevy dies Is this life we know—this status quo Just laziness and lies? Have I been wearing someone else’s clothes? Have I been living someone else’s life? Someone else’s rainbow, Someone else’s pot of gold And someone else’s prize? Are these days of cold ice wine and roses Just a bed of thorns disguised? Just a song and dance that we compose Of short and sweet hellos And the longest of goodbyes? Nights collapse like dominos Full moons in blackened skies Days are dipped in vertigo And drunken, spinning highs and lows Blinded by mood indigo And two pairs of deep, blue eyes (chorus) Winter’s so far from springtime And summer’s grown cold Are we still living or just growing old? (chorus) Tuning: C G D G G Bb
7.
She Loved Me Like I Loved You Some things in life we thought we knew Like she loved me, like I loved you Some things we say, some things we do And she loved me like I loved you The spell I was under The mystery and wonder of this love Count the numbers, the signs, the stars above But one and one’s still two… Some things in life we thought we knew Like she loved me, like I loved you Some things we say, some things we do And she loved me like I loved you And oh when I'd hold her The room was much colder than before Said she’d had enough, and I needed more But so did you... Some things in life I thought I knew Like she loved me, like I loved you Some things we say, some things we do And she loved me like I loved you And she loved me like I loved you Tuning: Standard, capo V
8.
Move On (I Say To Myself) “Move on” I say (I hear me say it to myself just like I'm saying it to someone else) “Ya, move on,” you say Cold call and an ‘Auld Lang Syne’ Caught an icy chill on your telephone line “Well, you fool,” I say (I say it to myself) “Just going ’round in circles feeling sorry for yourself” With just one word I should’ve known that I was wrong To visit, like a voyeur, This place I don’t belong… And old voices conjure memories Like dark and brooding love songs… “It’s been too long…” I say (There's that tone of voice again as if that was now, and this was then) “Ya, too long,” you say Why even bother to pretend that when lovers leave they’re ever really friends? But a friend I was A pleasure and a pain And this junkie’s got you under his skin Still searching for a vein But I have no right To this heartsick valentine These stillborn words, This lump in my throat— Still flesh and still benign… Still staring at this telephone Still frozen here in time Move on, you fool, move on! But does it mean you have to disown every memory? It does it mean you have to make someone the enemy? Does it mean that when you move on you can’t look back and long for what’s all gone now? And move on… Move on (I say to myself) Move on (I say to myself) Tuning: Bb G C F Bb F
9.
Pennies On The Track I put these pennies on the track Make them flat and faceless And though they bend and though they crack I put these pennies on the track I put these pennies on the track Make them worn and worthless Although they bend and though they crack I put these pennies on the... The way it used to be I want it back The secret in my diary I want it back Your heart before I lost the key I want it, I want it, I want it back (chorus) The trust before the jealousy I want it back The truth before the third degree I want it back The way you used to look at me I want it, I want it, I want it back These copper coins, And this streetcar, This desire, Can’t buy your love... (I want it back, I want it back) I put these pennies on the track Make them flat and faceless And though they bend and though they crack I put these pennies on the track I put these pennies on the track The rails are cold and graceless And though they bend and though they crack I put these pennies on the track I put these pennies on the track Tuning: C A D G C E, capo VII
10.
Paper Bedroom Stars These sleepy recollections Of lovers under the moon The lazy crescent-curves of my guitar The scattered decorations All over your room Those phosphorescent, tacky paper stars Tell me, how’s that one I picked for me and you, Lying there in those final hours? Did my starry-eyed good wish ever come true? Paper, glue, and magic powers… And oh, I know where you are And I know this by heart I’m never very far From those paper bedroom stars But there comes a time In a daydreamer’s life When he must decide at last To be haunted by Nights of fond memories Or be hunted by the past Tell me, was it real and was it really ours: Held up there by our human devices? And underneath that cardboard canopy of stars We learned of love, and what the price is… And oh, I know where you are And I know this by heart You’re never very far From those paper bedroom stars Gaze through the looking glass At the black summer sky That supernova flash from afar And see the light-years pass In the blink of an eye Over paper bedroom stars I know where you are I know where you are I know where you are

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Described as "a smooth and sublime fusion" "so transparent and natural, it is like it was never recorded at all" with "brilliant lyrics, clean recording, warm voice and melodic guitar playing", "delicate jazz guitar that dances at the right moments." "Found. Wanting is a terrific example of a Canadian artist making music for the love of the music."

Produced, written, arranged, recorded and edited by Dave, and mixed with Ron Chilton, this album's foundation is the archetypal jazz guitar trio. Yet the music moves and grooves through stylistic worlds that are informed by a confessional songwriting tradition, pop and standard songs, and jazz improvisation and arranging.

This is an accessible, yet eclectic performing and writing style: Intelligent, well-crafted music and lyrics, detailed arrangements and record production, and an intimate guitar and vocal style.

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released July 1, 2007

Dave Thompson - guitars, vocals, keys, percussion
Mark Inneo - drums, percussion
Mark McIntyre - upright bass

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