Good Friends

by Jimmy Pearson

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released November 5, 2015

Produced by: Jimmy Pearson & John Switzer

Mixed by: John Switzer

Engineered and Mastered by: Bernardo Francisco Cisternas at Number 9 Audio Group

Additional Recording by: Braden Sauder at Marquee Sound

All songs written by Jimmy Pearson


Jimmy Pearson: Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica, Suitcase/Tamorine
Nick Obal: Bass
Jeff Luciani: Drums
Sharon Nutzati: Backing Vocals
Denis Keldie: Organ, Accordian, Mandolin
John Switzer: Baritone Guitar
Braden Sauder: High Hat

EP artwork and design by: Layah Fern

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Jimmy Pearson Toronto, Ontario

I'm Jimmy Pearson, a folk/rock singer/songwriter from Toronto, Ontario. Hope you enjoy the tunes! You can check out more of me at my website
www.jimmypearson.ca.

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Track Name: One by One
If they were vane and corroded by the end of their time,
were the fast talking birdwatching dancers in life

This party’s fine, but could you point me to the door

And so you wanna be the centre of attention, well doesn't everyone
its the last play of the game and all your heroes are gone

Loe and behold,
as one by one, the freaks are banished by the politics of lovers, and at their worst
ya one by one, with all the lunatics who finally become, the greater minds,
of a worn out time

Its time to settle down the acrobats are taking the floor,
they aint shit talking, raw dogging cowards no more,
and every girl that you would taste upon the tip of your tongue, could stand their ground or run,
its the last play of the game and all your heroes are gone,

Loe and behold,
as one by one, the freaks are banished by the politics of lovers, and at their worst
ya one by one, with all the lunatics who finally become, the greater minds,
of a worn out time

And so you wanna be the first one out the door, your smoking broken cigarettes you found on the floor,
And so you wanna be the centre of attention,

Loe and behold,
as one by one, the freaks are banished by the politics of lovers, and at their worst
ya one by one, with all the lunatics who finally become, the greater minds,
of a worn out time

One by one,
one by one, with all the lunatics who finally become, the greater minds,
of a worn out time
Track Name: Bruised
Dear dear old man, you’ve gone hard in the middle, but your edges are sanded,
And har har you fell, into the well, now your dead in the water,

now off you go, and you don’t wave so long

The decent things you do, to place a kiss upon her hand,
And now you’ve heard the truth, that she wants far more,
This fruit it might be bruised, and she draws borders in the sand,
Cause this ones sore, and this means war,

Stay stay like this, cause the little things change, with the swing of a fist,
And break break the ice, I got the mind of a menace, when I’m horny and tired,

now off you go, and you don’t wave so long

The decent things you do, to place a kiss upon her hand,
And now you’ve heard the truth, that she wants far more,
This fruit it might be bruised, and she draws borders in the sand,
Cause this ones sore, and this means war,

Man or beast its just a tease, we’re fornicators on the street,
Pirate ships we commandeer, our sweaty palms can hardly steer,

now off you go, and you don’t wave so long

The decent things you do, to place a kiss upon her hand,
And now you’ve heard the truth, that she wants far more,
This fruit it might be bruised, and she draws borders in the sand,
Cause this ones sore, and this means war,
Track Name: One More for the Road
so spill this cup of whiskey all over my guitar, drips from my hands, to the concrete, but the road stays dry, my heart is still my head is spinning

the bar your working nights in, and never moving on, with every hand you’re dealt you folded and thought it for the better, with a pair of aces staring your down,

face in the water and they’re standing on the back of my head,
you think of all the calls you made and all the words you never said,

you drive thirty miles, just to turn right around,
your foots in the water so you might as well drown,
they hit you once and you fall, right down,
so rest your bones, take a deep breath have one more for the road,

so find a girl and leave her, thats kinda how it goes, or maybe thats how it went its been a while but im quite young, but it hurts me just the same

and you keep hanging on but your palms are getting sore, with a finger on the trigger and a loving hand to god, your heart is still your mind is spinning,

face in the water and they’re standing on the back of my head,
you think of all the calls you made and all the words you never said,

you drive thirty miles, just to turn right around,
your foots in the water so you might as well drown,
they hit you once and you fall, right down,
so rest your bones, take a deep breath have one more for the road,

face in the water and they’re standing on the back of my head,
you think of all the calls you made and all the words you never said,

you drive thirty miles, just to turn right around,
your foots in the water so you might as well drown,
they hit you once and you fall, right down,
so rest your bones, take a deep breath have one more for the road,
Track Name: Raspberry Wine
Raspberry wine, is chardonnay on the dog days, when all you do is lie
Lady o’mine, I think your grace is a lace ring my mama taught me right

And if I’d known, Tonights the night
And if I’d known, I’d through the fight
And though they may be right
Most of the time,
they live in places where you cant sing songs anymore, No

Don’t get me wrong, well getting laid is marmalade and you done lay me down all wrong
Chantilly skies, this constellation is a nation made of cooling apple pie

And if I’d known, Tonights the night
And if I’d known, I’d through the fight
And though they may be right
Most of the time,
they live in places where you cant sing songs anymore, No

And if I’d known, Tonights the night
And if I’d known, I’d through the fight
And though they may be right
Most of the time,
they live in places where you cant sing songs anymore, No
Track Name: Fern
Its clear to see, her dreams, reminiscing horrors of the silver screen,
Drops the robe, and she shows, me how to turn these lips into a throne,
Tongue tied little maestro,

Dust weighing on broad shoulders,
Standing up tall, her fist makes a claw and she chokes, me, out
Stripping her clothes, and jumping my bones like she owes, me, though
she don’t

Humour me, and I’ll be, somewhere between her tongue and cheek,
Sewing pins, pushed in, barely hurts when it don’t break the skin,
both sides of a knife,

Dust weighing on broad shoulders,
Standing up tall, her fist makes a claw and she chokes, me, out
Stripping her clothes, and jumping my bones like she owes, me, though
she don’t

Dust weighing on broad shoulders,
Standing up tall, her fist makes a claw and she chokes, me, out
Stripping her clothes, and jumping my bones like she owes, me, though
she don’t