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Paint and Turpentine

by Angie Nussey

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A summer breeze blows past the window. It smells like paint and turpentine. There's fresh wallpaper going in the kitchen. This type of place will suit her fine. She's waited. She's waited for quite a while to find this place and to give it some style She's waited. She's waited for quite some time to be all alone and to make it on her own. At certain times she feels mistaken. Ain't it funny how fast your plans can change. Every call has been another chance she's taken. Every time they turn her down she takes the blame. She's waited. She's waited for quite a while to find this place and to give it some style She's waited. She's waited for quite some time to be all alone and to make it on her own. She sits on the couch and reads IKEA. She looks at a bed that would be good to buy. She smiles because she likes the whole idea. Noone around to ask her when or why. She's waited. She's waited for quite a while to find this place and to give it some style She's waited. She's waited for quite some time to be all alone and to make it on her own.
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I Used To (free) 04:49
You were never more concerned. I was never more wrong. Should’ve seen it from the get-go. We didn’t tell each other lies. It wouldn’t feel right and besides… avoiding topics works just as well. Has it occurred to you I realize what I put you through? It was all about a voice. Now from the outside I can see I burned you and your pride. I thought I didn’t have the choice. So when you ask me if I have regrets. I do. I do. And when you ask me if this is the best it gets. I wish I knew. I wish I knew. If you ask me if I fear that I’m being insincere. If you ask me if I ever think it through. I used to. I used to. We’re not better off alone. We’re not better off apart. We’re not better off at all. I’m not punishing you. You’re not punishing me. We’re not waiting for us both to fall. I swore I loved you from the start and always will.. and I would never take those words away. There’s no better man that’s why it’s hard to understand… I still can’t stay. So when you ask me if I have regrets. I do. I do. And when you ask me if this is the best it gets. I wish I knew. I wish I knew. If you ask me if I fear that I’m being insincere. If you ask me if I ever think it through. I used to. I used to. We can tear this all apart. We can turn it upside down. We can throw it in the laundry. Your strength and beauty stands alone. So far above me and my own. What I have given you is far less than what you have me. You took my hands, held me up and let me stand. When I thought no one had a chance. I swore I loved you from the start and always will. We were far beyond romance. So when you ask me if I have regrets. I do. I do. And when you ask me if this is the best it gets. I wish I knew. I wish I knew. If you ask me if I fear that I’m being insincere. If you ask me if I ever think it through. I used to. I used to.
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It was late. I remember so well I was playing a bar down the street. And on break as I sat down to drink I was stopped by a man who wanted to sing. He said he was not much of a show. That wouldn’t matter at a time like this. If I would only lend him my stage he would show me something not to be missed. He stood. Not much to see from his place on the ground And he walked onto the stage. He took my guitar like a father lifts a child. Careful and thoughtful he was. = I was foolish to think he was simply another. There was no mistaking for what he was capable of. He played. Not like the way I had heard a man play before. And I watched the bartender, in shock, drop a handful of change to the floor. The crowd that was so unforgivably loud sat silent and staring at what stood before them. A man whose passion came spilling out grabbing the people who tried to ignore him. Ohhhh, freakishly lustful. Fearless and raging he was. Ohhhhh, it was hard not to stare. Each word from his mouth spilling like forbidden thoughts. Forbidden thoughts. BRIDGE In a haze, the room filled with tension. People were blushing and staring excitedly. Ohhh, he was crazy electric. Causing us all to feel helpless and lustful. He held on without hesitation. All of us hoping we wouldn’t get caught. I saw the people around me were sharing a moment of Forbidden Thought. Ohhhhhh Then just like a thief. He finished his song. His head held back. Sweat falling down his spine causing his shirt to cling right to his skin. Inside out he had nothing to hide. He moved like no one was watching but everyone’s eyes were on him. He walked straight out the door through a crowd of hungry people wanting more.
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Take Me Home 03:31
Take Me Home - Lyrics Work is slow. The power’s down. The streets are crowded hot and hazy. Ambition’s big. Money’s poor. We’re scared to live and Bush is crazy. It’s hard to say what happens next. There are rumours it’s the best it gets. We truthfully appear to be cursed How can it get any worse? Take me home where the winter’s always white. And when you look up in the sky you see the stars at night. Take me home to my family and we’ll sit in the garden and watch Glorianne’s children grow. I’m out of gigs. Out of rhyme. Out to lunch and out of time. I ran too quickly. Ran too fast. Made it so it wouldn’t last. There must be something better for me ‘round the corner wait and see. But, truthfully there’s nowhere to run. It’s like throwing wooden arrows at the sun. (chorus) I haven’t had a breath of air. Working hard and getting nowhere. I’m climbing fast but slipping faster. waiting for this huge disaster. To come along and change us all. Just like before we can’t ignore the fact that we have struck upon a curse. How can it get any worse? (Chorus) Where the people are friendly and they drive a little slower in the summertime. Home, where they laugh a little louder and they play a little louder ‘ cuz they have more time. To my family… and we’ll sit in the garden and watch Glorianne’s children grow.
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Fate 02:31
Hiding out is nowhere to be. Feeling doubt is nothing to fear. Big chance coming you pull all the stops. It’s funny as you fall it never fails to shock you. Big chance gone, you’re proven wrong. Maybe next time you’ll listen when it talks to you. When it talks..when it talks to you. It’s coming from above it is your fate. It’s best to listen. It’s coming from within it is your fate. You’ve gone all wrong. Listen to the song but the TV’s on. The rhythm’s strange and the words are hard to follow. It says it all. You hope it’s lying. It tells the truth and the truth is hard to swallow. Hard to swallow. Hard to swallow. Hard to swallow. Twist of fate won’t take you back Avoiding mistakes was never quite your forte. Twist of fate won’t take you back. Take it and replay it to your kids someday. Hiding out is nowhere to be. Feeling doubt is nothing to fear.
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Produced by Brian Lahaie
Released by Dragonfly Distribution

Brian Lahaie - Drums, Percussion, Acoustic Guitar
Ayron Mortley - Electric Guitar and Mandolin
Brian Kobayakawa - Bass Guitar
Piano - Angie Nussey
Acoustic Guitar (track 1) - Brad Keller
Organ and Piano (track 8) - James Chapple
Saxophone - Chris Gale

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released September 1, 2004

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Angie Nussey Orillia, Ontario

Angie Nussey is a Canadian Singer / Songwriter and winner of Best Country Song (Warm Hands) in the Great American Song Contest.

Her latest release, "Still Hope" is her sixth, full length album. She has toured extensively for over 13 years and has sharing the stage with a number of famous and infamous people.

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