1. |
Late Last Night
03:26
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I know it sounds trite but late last night
A train rolled in not a brakeman in sight
I asked the conductor
How’d you find your way and are you gonna stay and when you comin back
In my sights late last night
Was everybody I have loved in this life
And everybody who had loved me back
Stood on the track they gonna take me back
And on the platform
They all stood holding hands
Singing songs and striking up the band
Oh man it was no fantasy
Oh they were nearer my god to me
I could see them
Sweet delight when late last night
My friends and I sang in the pale moonlight
I heard the conductor
Give the all aboard and we all went forward into that great good night
And on the platform
We all stood holding hands
Singing songs and striking up the band
Oh man it was no fantasy
Oh we were nearer my god to thee
I could see
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2. |
Fools Rush In
05:27
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I know what you look like when you sleep
I know what you sound like when you breathe
Take off your heavy makeup and love me back
I won’t take it for granted
Well I been up north with you and I’ve prayed down south
And I’ve tried my best to shut my mouth
But you’d best not think my silence means I’ve nothing to say
It might be you’re just not listening
There’s a lonely cabin door that barely keeps out the wind
There’s a song I like to sing to you again
You can’t stop a train from running once it begins
This makes me cry
I saw a movie I knew you’d love
I read a book that fit me like a glove
I slept in a room full of painted up mirrors
And a closet filled with bones
There’s a flower growing underneath a rock
There’s a silver key I have to a golden lock
This son of Sicily shines on my face
From miles away
I’m not used up there’s still some to give
Walk with me baby, unclench your fist
A lifetime is stranger than you’d ever think
The answer’s at the end
It never happens the way you plan
You never know who’s gonna hold your hand
Call up the doctor if he gives you peace
I only want to love
If they find you can fiddle then fiddle you must
If they find out everything who will you trust
There’s only beauty in the memory of art
And only torment when you walk away
There’s a boy who moves with crooked feet
There’s a man standing in defeat
There’s a boy who needs more than he can express
There stands a man who is unmade
It would seem wiser to walk away
Anything seems wiser than to choose the pain
But angels tread where no man will
And fools rush in
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3. |
I Break Down
04:30
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At this point in the negotiation I break down
You want me to be invincible but I’m just a coward
There’s a blood red moon in the sky tonight
Hanging full and bright
You say “I love you, there’s nothing to fear”
But I’m just a child when you’re not here
I break down
I’ve never seen this place before, that’s a fact
I wish I was the big, big man that act
Am I keeping you from the world at large?
Do I have that right? We are seasons apart.
If you listen hard you’ll hear God in my heart
I break down
I break down
When I feel like you’re everything
I’ve dreamed of
I break down
When you tell me I’m beautiful and you love me
When you take me by the hand I begin to understand
That maybe there’s a plan
For the both of us my friend
If you could love me now even though
I break down
At this point in this devotional, I kneel down
I thank the lord for the profit I have found
Did you know that I saw you so long ago
Did you see me then?
Waiting in the schoolyard for my life to begin
I break down
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4. |
Sweet Melodrama
03:00
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I know I told you that I loved you once
But looking back I think I must have been drunk
Drunk on the liquor of your laugh and your figure
And the pain of you.
Staggering home after seeing you
Rattling bones instead of being with you
The thrill of it all, intoxicating, banal
Cue the rolling eyes.
Am I that unhappy?
Taking my northern comfort in the bottle of you
In the bottle of you
It just ain’t rational,
To waste my passion all
Over a myth of you
Cause it isn’t true
(SOLO VERSE)
I think I’d rather be sober
Thinking clearly and over the misery
I put me through
Cause it wasn’t you
(SOLO MIDDLE SECTION)
Eleven steps to go but it’s far enough
Next time I get addicted I might not play so rough
I’m learning a lesson my amour assassin
I can see the truth
Don’t feel superior cause you’re the one belov’d
Cause I ain’t someone what’s troubled I just got too much love
Hari Rama or sweet melodrama
We all got our drug
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5. |
Everything's Alright
02:44
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A red bird sings, a red bird sings
And for just a moment in the morning
I don’t know where I am
A red bird sings
A blackbird calls, a blackbird calls
And for just a moment in the evening
I am not alone
And then a blackbird calls
I wish I knew why I’m so in love with you
A love bird sits, a love bird sits
And for just a moment in my life
Everything’s alright
A love bird sits
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6. |
Berdache
02:24
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7. |
My Baby
03:35
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I dreamed I threw a party and everybody came
I was the only one alone, even Jesus had a date
I poured the wine and I tried to wear my braver face.
All through the dinner everyone was kind
Steering the conversation to keep you off my mind
I avoided the chair where you shoulda been and lied
"I'm doing fine.”
My baby can't you see I am haunted by my insecurities.
Every day I try to be the kind of lover that I think you need
Every night I cry myself to sleep and dream of petty jealousies
I am one shy at my table I am gun shy and unable
To show you in the morning that my darling I love you with my all
My baby can't you see I am sorry for my insecurities.
I awake and find you next to me but miles away It seems
There's so much I know I shoulda said before we went to sleep
I know things may seem difficult and at times you would be well rid of me
My baby can't you see I promise you the best is yet to be.
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8. |
Intermission
03:04
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[Sounds of a group of friends hanging out in Brian’s Apartment, Downt’n Shabby. The music has stopped.]
CAMERON: What’s happening?
BRIAN: Hang on, hang on , hang on, wait, I gotta turn the record over.
SARA: Record?
JOSH: What is this, the Flintstones?
CAMERON: Flintstoners, more like.
SARA: You might be a hipster if....
BRIAN: You know what I miss?
JOSH: Matlock in prime time?
BUCK: Gas at a nickel a gallon?
BRIGITTE: The Beatles on Ed Sullivan?
BRIAN: Liner notes.
BRIGITTE: Oh yeah!
BRIAN: Right? I would sit for hours as a kid and devour Elton’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. Each song had a little painting with the lyrics. It was awesome. It was big and tactile, something you could really spend time with. George Harrison’s All Things Must Pass was the same way. It seemed like a treasure chest. Inside were all kinds of cool things to see and do while the record played.
SARA: You should’ve gotten out more.
JOE: I thought he was out.
SARA: You’re cute. Who are you?
JOE: I’m Joe. I did the photography and artwork for the album with Alan.
ALAN: That’s me.
SARA: Nice to meet you both. I’m Sara.
BRIAN: I think we’ve lost something of value with the transition into the digital age. I miss the LP. Even though without the digital age I would never have been able to make this record –
CAMERON: [correcting him] Digital download.
BRIAN: - or bring us all together in this way.
BUCK: Is that why you’re wasting our time when we could be finishing listening to Pushing Forward Strongly by The Baker Street Irregulars?
ALAN: That’s us!
BRIAN: Ease off the hard sell, they’ve already paid for it or they wouldn’t be hearing this.
BUCK: Sure “paid for it”, right...
JOSH: Unless they just copied it from a friend.
BRIAN: And anyway, if this were vinyl then we would have to stop what we were doing so that someone could turn the record over and then we could enjoy side two together. Communally. Like friends. That means a lot to me post-cancer. YOU all mean a lot to me post-cancer. I’m Pushing Forward Strongly, get it?
RYAN: Dude, Helen Keller could have seen that joke coming.
BETSIE: That’s the old Brian! Mushy and Eccentric as always.
CAMERON: Or Irregular, you might say.
BETSIE: Well I won’t, but Brian might.
BRIAN: No, you’re the Irregulars. I’m Brian McKnight.
[Mild cheering.]
SARA: Of course you are. Play the damn album - my best stuff is on Side Two.
[The doorbell rings.]
BRIAN: Oh wait, hang on – [Brian walks to the door.]
CAMERON: How can a digital download have two sides?
BUCK: Is this like “when is a door not a door?”
[Sound of door opening. Enter Christian Duhamel.]
BRIAN: I thought you’d never get here!
CHRISTIAN: What did I miss?
BRIAN: Side One. But you’re just in time for “Just Because.”
CHRISTIAN: Excellent. Hit play.
BRIAN: Well see, I’m trying to establish that it’s a record not a -
ALL: Play the damn album!
BRIAN: Fine, fine. Here’s side two.
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9. |
Just Because
05:17
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The couple underneath me now
Are acting out an opera in the street
She says she'll kill herself 'cause she
Senses that he's got some dignity left.
Some dignity left!
She'll sing an aria
In whatever key will hurt the most.
He'll get swept up in the moment,
And then, before he knows it,
She will have won him back again.
Again and again.
There's nothing i can do
If you suddenly wake and don’t respect me.
How can i find something that isn't lost?
Whatever you think I've done, it's a mystery
Don't hate me just because.
The lady on the subway train
Says she found the lord but won't tell where he is
She keeps him in a special place
This side of outer space it seems
It's so hard to believe!
They'll share a snickers bar
And a lot of alcoholic dreams.
They'll talk of politics, and turnin' dirty tricks
And the truth of god in the machines.
I'm so incomplete!
There's nothing I can do
If you suddenly wake and don’t respect me.
How can I find something that isn't lost?
Whatever you think I’ve done, it's a mystery
Don't hate me just because.
It's not impossible that we
Don't communicate the way I think
Maybe I’m selfish or
Maybe you won’t admit to me
What you really need.
I can't be held responsible
For the things I think or do in your dreams.
It's uncontrollable, and it's unrepentable,
And it isn't really even me!
I'm being ripped at the seams!
There's nothing I can do
If you suddenly wake and don’t respect me.
How can I find something that isn't lost?
Whatever you think I’ve done, it's a mystery
Don't hate me just because.
Woah - just because!
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10. |
Maybe You
04:24
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Maybe you’ve encountered someone just like me
Many times along your travels
But for me I’ve never met another one that I could love and
Who would love me when I come unraveled
If I play my cards too close to the vest
You may walk away from lack of interest
If I show my hand, will you understand
That to win we must be honest?
How can I tell you in the broad daylight
What my dreams are telling me and the end of every day?
I’m afraid. I’m just afraid.
There’s never been a day that I haven’t felt
We’re living on borrowed time
There’s never been a night that I haven’t laid my head and
Prayed for a little kindness.
I dream of pagodas beyond the veil
Where we can meditate on inspiration
Where love can be expressed
Without the fear of your imagination
How can I tell you in the broad daylight
What my dreams are telling me and the end of every day?
I’m afraid. Can you love me anyway?
Do you think there’s a Master Plan
Or is life just a Mystery?
Can you see me for who I am
And all the things I want to be?
There’s a boat on the Silver Lake tonight
Its oars are still and quiet
Toss away your cigarette
And we can glide across the silence
We’ll share our secrets in iambic rhyme
Or just hold hands together
We can prove to the Man in the Moon
That some things last forever.
How can I tell you in the broad daylight
That in my dreams you take my hand and say
“It’s all right. I’ll love you, anyway.”
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11. |
Break Away
02:34
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I can’t break away, I can’t break away
I look in your eyes there’s no place I’d rather be
I don’t call it love, love clogs up my veins
But I figure I’ll die of something else someday
I can’t make you walk to me, if you won’t even crawl, baby
You think your love for me doesn’t show
Then let me love, or let me go
I want you to know me.
Then I’ll take you away, I’ll take you away
Just look in my eyes I’ll show you sights you’ve never seen
I can’t break away, I can’t break away
I look in your eyes there’s no place I rather be
I can’t make you walk to me, if you won’t even crawl...
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12. |
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Whenever you should need a friend
In the end
That is when you'll go to Lavender Halls
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13. |
All You Gotta Do
03:34
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Now that you’ve come into my heart
I’m richer by far
I’m stronger than I was
Beautiful because
You looked on me and I was without word
You spoke the greatest sound I’ve ever heard
You made me feel as I was special on this Earth and yet I see
That you can’t plan life and live it carefully
You can take your time but you’ll miss the opportunity
And me
Infatuated again
Or true love with a friend?
Is it my heart or God above
That says enough is enough
So put up your armour and take up me
And we can be the lovers that exist in dreams
We can show the others how it outta be and then
Side by side we march on till eternity
Aw to hell with the others there’s always only you and me
You and me
Solo verse
All your life you’ve waited so patiently
Every night I’ve waited for you to be
Here with me
And now
All you gotta do is take my hand
All you gotta do is love your man
All you gotta do is surrender and be free
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14. |
Royalty
07:06
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I smelled like royalty come crashing in
You picked up my scent on your fingers
And recognized it as loneliness.
I felt like moonlight come back again
I felt like falling into my father
In a way I never did.
You've tasted duality and found it's all a cliché
In the 21st century who gives a damn anyway?
We'll turn to dust - stone walls erode
I am as constant as the wind and rain
From that day you must have known
That it's time to lose the life you planned
And get on with the life that's waiting, waiting for you
Rest your head on my pillow,
Rest your body up close to mine
You'll be fine, nothing can hurt you now -
Nothing can hurt you.
I vomit hatred, I despise them all
For makin' it so hard for you to love me back
Naked and alone.
I smelled of royalty but I am no king
I am a pauper and a drunkard
With my bottle of cheek to cheek
So check the latitude, run up the mast
I've got my ration of regrets,
But there's no way they're gonna last
And if I should fall into my father,
You'll know the taste is bittersweet
And if we sailed on a little further
I promise you would see
Royalty.
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The Baker Street Irregulars Chicago, Illinois
Somewhere between Plastic Ono and Rolling Thunder, THE BAKER STREET IRREGULARS bring an LGBTQ twist to the classic folk/folk rock/indie milieu. Brian McKnight – the singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist at the center of this one-man-band – enlists the aid of the occasional musician (thus the irregular line-up) to record original songs that are at once deeply personal and entirely universal. ... more
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