1. |
How It Goes
05:05
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How It Goes
(Words & Music by Jim Butterfield)
This is how it starts
Thick as thieves whenever we’re together
Never far apart
Always seems it’s getting so much better
In between the sheets
And in between the promises
Always let your feelings show
Glass three quarters full
And always filling up again
And everybody knows…
CHORUS
That’s just how it goes
Where it goes, nobody knows
Chasing dreams, don’t let them go
Cuz that’s just how it goes
This is where it leads
Those routines you follow to the letter
Never what it seems
Always feels like something could be better
In between routines
Life gets complicated
Someone let their feelings show
Glass is still half full
But leaks are almost everywhere
And everybody knows…
CHORUS
SOLO
This is how it ends
Never thought for worse instead of better
Tough to comprehend
Guess it’s true that nothing lasts forever
In between the schemes
We’ve broken all the promises
Never let your feelings show
The world will little note
It’s best to just get over it
Cuz everybody knows…
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Last Angel in the Typing Pool
(Words & Music by Jim Butterfield)
You weren’t the first, you won’t be the last
But you’re the only one
Try another strategy, but not too fast
‘Cause you’re the only one
Check the roster of the company
Take a look around the room
You’re the last angel in the typing pool
Some girls like you think they’re the best
But they can never wait their turn
If you think you’re better than all the rest
You’ve got a lot to learn
All I ever wanted first was just a day or two
But the bad turned to worse, so now it’s up to you
Take a hint from Mother Nature
Take a look around the room
You’re the last (last angel)
You’re the last (last living angel)
You’re the last (last) angel in the typing pool
Everybody in the office is so amused
All the other secretaries are so confused
But Laurie, this time, I think that you could be the one
‘Cause you’re the last (last) angel in the typing pool
SOLO
You’re the last (last angel)
You’re the last (last living angel)
You’re the last (last) angel in the typing pool
Last angel in the typing pool
Last angel in the typing pool
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3. |
Let Me Out
03:42
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Let Me Out
(Words & Music by Jim Butterfield)
Life doesn’t happen in a vacuum
Things don’t just magically appear
I’m re-evaluating, I’m re-incorporating
And I don’t have much
But I know what I have, it just isn’t enough
And there must be more
I gotta find out a way, I gotta even the score
Let me out, I can’t take this
I’ve never been a quitter, but it’s time to reset
Let me out, I can’t fake this
Before I do a foolish thing I’m sure I’ll regret
Let me out!
Pretending used to be an option
But I can’t play that anymore
No matter what the cost is, it’s time to cut my losses
And I’ve paid my dues
I’m sick of this losing, singing the blues
And enough’s enough
I gotta get out of town; I’m finally calling your bluff
Let me out, I can’t take this
Smoke and mirrors are infectious, but you don’t have a clue
Let me out, I can’t fake this
The bridges are all burned, nothing else I can do
The things you do are hurting me bad
The things you say are making me sad
I’m sorry to be leaving you on such a low note
But I’ve run out of options and we’re not gonna vote
Let me out! Let me out!
SOLO
And I don’t have much
But I know what I have, it just isn’t enough
And there must be more
I gotta find out a way, I gotta even the score
Let me out, I can’t take this
I’ve never been a quitter, but it’s time to reset
Let me out, I can’t fake this
Before I do a foolish thing I’m sure I’ll regret
The things you do are hurting me bad
The things you say are making me sad
I’m sorry to be leaving you on such a low note
But I’ve run out of options and we’re not gonna vote
Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!
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4. |
Dream Sequence
05:06
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Dream Sequence
(Words & Music by Jim Butterfield)
Not sure I really deserved this
I doubt that anybody does
Reliving with a persistence (over and over and over)
But still the answer’s “just…..because”
I can see you in colors
(And black and white)
I can feel you in sound
(But not in sight)
No sounds I cannot hear
This picture’s crystal clear
But something doesn’t seem right
Feels like a…
CHORUS
Dream Sequence…..Almost aware, but never quite there
Dream Sequence…..Grasping at straws, and gasping for air
Dream Sequence…..This is where it always seems to end
2) Sometimes seems like it will never end
3) God, sometimes I wish that it would end
And now it haunts me too often
No way to fool or to pretend
The jagged edges won’t soften (over and over and over)
A burden hard to comprehend
When the plot starts to thicken
(The band starts to play)
It’s really leading nowhere
(Not much to say)
I try to rearrange
There’s nothing I can change
It always plays the same way
Feels like a…
CHORUS
SOLO
Somehow it never changes
(Same old mistakes)
And every time it’s not fair
(Too much to take)
Don’t fade away on me
There’s so much more to see
Afraid that I might awake
From this strange…
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5. |
Wake Up
03:53
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Wake Up
(Words and Music by Jim Butterfield)
Jeannie thinks I’m crazy
She’s been telling me that for years
I tell her “No, I’m just lazy”
But that won’t wipe away her tears
So wake up (wake up!)…Get up (get up!)…the alarm clock won’t stop ringing
Get up (get up!)…Wake up (wake up!)…the opportunity is fleeting
The definition of insanity
Is in the dictionary next to a big picture of me
If you were in my shoes I’m sure that this is what you’d do
It’s not that easy…..It isn’t easy at all
Co-workers say that I’m lazy
They’ve been telling me that for a while
I go through motions half-hazy
I just won’t go that extra mile
Wake up (wake up!)…Get up (get up!)…Those telephones keep is ringing
Get up (get up!)…Straighten up (wake up!)…the opportunity is waning
The definition of insanity
Is in the dictionary next to a big picture of me
I never thought that it would get so bad, or go so far
It’s not that easy….Or maybe, really it is
I had an even chance
Just like everybody else
But I forgot to dance
And now I’ve scripted this tragic, comic romance
SOLO
Jeannie still thinks I’m crazy
I haven’t seen her in seven months
I guess I better, just maybe
Have a plan, at least this once
Wake up (wake up!)…Get up (get up!)…the pendulum is swinging
Get up (get up!)…Wake up (wake up!)…all I do is sit here thinking
Wake up (wake up!)…Straighten up (get up!)…my ship’s not coming in
Get up (get up!)…Wake up (wake up!)…I guess I better learn to swim
Wake up (wake up!)…Get up (get up!)…my Titanic’s slowly sinking
Get up (get up!)…Wake up (wake up!)…and that band just won’t stop playing
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6. |
Fine, Fine, Fine
04:52
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Fine Fine Fine
(Words & Music by Jim Butterfield)
I was drinking when I wrote this song
So excuse me if the words don’t rhyme
Then again, you know, it doesn’t matter
‘Cause it’s really just a matter of time
Just a matter of time
Before I change all the words
Convince myself that I didn’t really mean it
And it comes out sounding just absurd
But I’m fine
If you wanna be something you’re not
It’s as easy as just losing your mind
But your mind is the best thing you’ve got
So don’t lose something you might not find
I guess I’m better off fooling myself
That way only one person gets hurt
Or be painfully true to myself
I’m not sure I know which one is worse
CHORUS
But I’m fine, at least here in my mind
I tell myself all the time, it drives me out of my mind
1) And I made that line rhyme 2) And another line rhymes 3) And now the whole song rhymes
Because I’m fine, fine, fine
The funny thing about all of this shit
Is that friends all think they know what’s best
They give advice ‘til they think that it fits
But I’m the one who puts it to the test
I’m not sure if I’m fooling myself
But I’m sure that something really hurts
This can’t be good for my physical health
Can’t go on for even one more verse
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Just like Alice, I mix love with malice
And I’m stuck inside this looking glass
Eat this, drink that, Tweedledum and tweedle that
And grin just like a Cheshire Cat
I had a dream, I met a Queen,
But I woke up in a pool of tears
I’m as tired as a dormouse, stuck inside a small house
It doesn’t really matter
'Cause I’m mad as a Hatter
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7. |
Don't Close That Door
03:02
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Don't Close That Door
(Words & Music by Jim Butterfield)
Don’t close that door again
If you do you’ll lose your only friend
And then you’ll be lost at such a cost and all alone again
Don’t turn your back in vain
Don’t treat this like it’s some kind of game
The faster you choose, the harder you lose
The more you inflict the pain
Half the way’s not far enough
All the way’s not better
To find a way means such a lot to you
But don’t close that door again
If you do you’ll lose your only friend
And then you’ll be stuck, and out of luck, and on your own again
Just give it one more try
A soulmate is oh so hard to find
It’s better to give, and finally live
Surrender and find out why
Everything you want you have to wait for
Tomorrow always seemed so far away
When, in fact, it’s better than that
But you never let me in
Just let me in…..Please let me in
Half the way’s not far enough
All the way’s not better
To find a way means such a lot to you
But don’t close that door again
If you do you’ll lose your only friend
And then you’ll be lost at such a cost and all alone again
Don’t turn your back in vain
Don’t treat this like it’s some dumb game
The faster you choose, the harder you lose
The more you inflict the pain
Don’t close that door again
Don’t close that door again
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8. |
Tropical Shuffle
04:24
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Tropical Shuffle
(Words & Music by Jim Butterfield)
I took a major leave of absence
A minor interlude to island nations
A culture now within my access
An introduction to the slowing process
A foreign concept, involving rhythm
It’s not like anything at all
The Tropical Shuffle
It’s just the Tropical Shuffle
I wish I’d stayed around there
It’s far too late, now I’ve gone away
I let that tropical feeling…..slip away
Returning home I found it shocking
That no one knows this form of foreign dancing
Misunderstanding what I’m feeling
A puzzled look at what I find appealing
It’s like a slowdown, it’s not a Motown
It’s not like anything at all
The Tropical Shuffle
I miss the Tropical Shuffle…..DO IT!
I wish I’d stayed around there
It’s far too late, now I’ve gone away
I let that tropical feeling…..slip away
Now it’s a permanent vacation
I’ve left behind a fading generation
The satisfaction I’ve recovered
I won’t go back until they’ve all discovered
And now I’m happy, so very happy
Someday they’ll see what I have found
The Tropical Shuffle
I do the Tropical Shuffle
Slip away, slip away, slip away
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9. |
Misinformation
03:35
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Misinformation
(Words & Music by Jim Butterfield)
Nobody ever cared, what I would have to share
Nobody ever asked me why, nobody even dared
Now they can’t win, they’re all invested in – Misinformation
No way anyone can avoid – Misinformation
The people in the bar, all walked me to my car
They said it was frustration, but I know it’s not that far
I don’t know why, those people by – Misinformation
Somebody told me I was breaking down
I never read it in the news, how did that get around?
My family says I’m crazy, and my friends agree
I guess it’s just a question of what each one sees
I didn’t catch the name, never learned to play this game
But now I’m in the driver’s seat and I don’t feel the same
Now everybody knows, but nobody cares – Misinformation
Picture of a man who never got a break
The scene of retribution was my last mistake
I’d contemplate solutions if I only could
Without the information, this just can’t be good
CHORUS
I’ve got my own way of living (you’re on your own)
I’ve got a new set of values (you’re on your own)
Some kind of new revelation (you’re on your own)
Misinformation’s everywhere/never free
SOLO
And now I have to laugh, I’m never going back
I’ve played out all my options, now the chance has turned to fact
I can’t stand pat, I have to fight all that – Misinformation
Somebody told me I was breaking down
I never read it in the news, how did that get around?
My family says I’m crazy, and my friends agree
I guess it’s just a question of what each one sees
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10. |
Luckiest Guy
04:23
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Luckiest Guy In The World
(Words & Music by Jim Butterfield)
I don’t know, when I knew
But I knew it must be somewhere
Any day, every day
Was the same as being nowhere
Now every day is like a revelation
And everything’s brand new
I finally realized…
CHORUS
I’m the luckiest guy in the world
And now I know
And I should never have doubted
The luckiest guy in the world
I learned out how
I wanna jump up and shout it
The luckiest, luckiest, luckiest guy in the world
I’m the luckiest guy in the world
I guess I always knew
It’s all because of you
You might say, in a way
I ran out of second chances
Growing up, giving up
In and out of life’s romances
Funny how when things are least expected
They hit you in the head
Now it’s plain to see…
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Don’t need to dwell upon mistakes made in the past
That’s not gonna change things anyway
I just need to tell myself that you are here at last
The past doesn’t matter
No, it doesn’t really matter
It doesn’t matter anymore…’cause
CHORUS
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Butterfield 8 Cleveland, Ohio
Jim Butterfield is a Cleveland, Ohio songwriter who releases his music under the name "Butterfield 8"
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