Track List:
1. That's the Kind of Day That I Had Today 3:49
2. Face of Love 3:07
3. Harley Hotstuff 3:58
4. Still Got the Message 4:33
5. You've Got a Lover 4:09
6. The Fit & the Feel 2:30
7. She Don't Mess With My Buzz 4:12
8. Will You Recognize Me 4:40
9. Bag of Bones 2:29
10. Plane Ride From Paris 4:57
11. That Takes Some Balls 4:06
12. Talk to Me 3:10
13. Butterfly 3:18
That's the Kind of Day That I Had Today ©
Music & Lyrics by Andrew Chapman & Shake Russell
Cameron Court Music/ASCAP & Shake Russell Music/BMI
Terry Wilson (bass) Tony Braunagel (drums) Stephen Bruton (guitar) John Herron (keyboards) Teresa James/Shake Russell (backing vocals)
Recorded by Rick Romano, The Red Shack (Houston, TX)
Better come back to me
‘Bout to lose my mind
Better come back to me
Hope you come back in time
Better come back to me
You always know what to say
Better come back
Dog’s real angry ‘cause he’s got no bone
Tripped over the cord of the cordless phone
Two flat tires just one spare
This stallion’s feelin’ frisky but he’s got no mare
Without you around it’s a hard pill to swallow
You can’t be found
Get though today
See you tomorrow
Oh Oh Oh
Better come back to me
‘Bout to lose my mind
Better come back
Hope you come back in time
Better come back to me
You always know what to say
Better come back
Aw, that’s the kind of day that I had today
Should’a gone left
Should’a gone right
Every move I make turns into a fight
Pocket full of silver but they just take gold
Paid the rent up front but the house been sold
I said without you around it’s a hard pill to swallow
You can’t be found
Get though today
See you tomorrow
Oh Oh Oh
Better come back to me
‘Bout to lose my mind
Better come back to me
Hope you come back in time
Better come back to me
You always know what to say
Better come back
Aw, that’s the kind of day that I had today
Face of Love ©
Music & Lyrics by Stephen Bruton / BMG Bumblebee OBO BRUTUNES (BMI)
Terry Wilson (bass, guitars, backing vocals, tambourine) Tony Braunagel (drums) Billy Watts (lead guitar) Jeff Paris (keyboards) Teresa James (backing vocals)
Recorded by Terry Wilson, at Hum Depot Studios (Canyon Country, CA)
Drums recorded by Johnny Lee Schell, Ultratone Studio (Studio City, CA)
I used to lie in bed and think of you
I used to lie to myself, that's true
I couldn't see a future for me without you
Blinded in the face of love
Well it's kind of simple, awful sad
What we've got and what we had
But we were staring at each other, we're staring in the face of love
Looking back, it seems so fast
I guess there ain't no future for a man with a past
Nothing seems to matter, staring in the face of love
And all the stars above
Well, there were glory days, secret nights
Silent screams and worthless fights
But we were staring at each other, we're blinded in the face of love
The face of love can look so lonely
The face of love can grimace in pain
The face of love can hypnotize you
The face of love can drive a man insane
The face of love can look so lonely
The face of love can grimace in pain
The face of love can hypnotize you
The face of love can drive a man insane
If I was you and I might have been
I'd think twice and then I'd think again
About the kind of lovin' you're about to throw away
Screaming in the face of love
Somewhere in the future you're going to learn
You can drown beneath the waters of the bridges you've burned
But always hold a memory of when we were the face of love
The face of love can look so lonely
The face of love can grimace in pain
The face of love can hypnotize you
The face of love can drive a man insane
Harley Hotstuff ©
Music & Lyrics by Andy Chapman
Cayman Music (ASCAP)
Terry Wilson (bass, guitars, strings, backing vocals, piano) Tony Braunagel (drums) Molly Thomas (violins) Teresa James (backing vocals)
Recorded by Terry Wilson, at Hum Depot Studios (Canyon Country, CA)
Drums recorded by Johnny Lee Schell, Ultratone Studio (Studio City, CA)
Goes to give
And winds up taking
Tries to live
And gets caught faking
To the man in those songs
Your tree I'm shaking
It's come to a point
I feel like breaking
Like a melody
He's been quite charming
Like a parody
He'll never learn
Over the edge
No returning
Wave goodbye
He's a loser and oughta burn
If you take a part of nothing
Nothing is all you get
When you never see the gamble
You never win the bet
Harley Hotstuff comes up cheated
Mistreated his time
Harley Hotstuff keeps on talking
Squawking his line
Still Got The Message ©
Music & Lyrics by Terry Wilson / Jesilu Music BMI
Terry Wilson (bass, guitars, backing vocals, tambourine) Tony Braunagel (drums) John "Rabbit" Bundrick (keyboards) Billy Watts (lead guitar, slide guitar) Teresa James (backing vocals)
Recorded by Terry Wilson, at Hum Depot Studios (Canyon Country, CA)
Drums recorded by Johnny Lee Schell at Ultratone Studio (Studio City, CA)
Keyboards recorded by John “Rabbit” Bundrick (London, UK)
I didn’t get a call…no the phone didn’t ring at all
But i still got the message - you didn’t stop by or write,
There were so many lonely nights…..yeah, I got the message
I should have known - things weren’t what they used to be
It didn’t take long to realize things had changed
You don’t have to explain
I see it in your eyes...and now i realize
Chorus:
I didn’t get a call….the phone didn’t ring at all
I got the message babe
You didn’t visit or write
There was so many lonely nights….yeah, i got the message babe
So what went wrong - things didn’t use to be so hard
I gave you my all I gave you all of everything
All the things a true love brings
my heart, my soul, my body…. ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la… yeah
Chorus
Bridge
Well, i read between the lines
But, i must have missed something
The writing on the walls never told me nothing
Somebody tell me
Why does something that feels so fine
Can one day make you lose your mind
It didn’t take long to realize things had changed
You don’t have to explain
I see it in your eyes…..and now i realize that
Chorus repeat
Break
Oh, la,la,la,la,la yeah
Dindn’t get a call…no, the phone didn’t ring at all
I got the message babe.
You didn’t visit or write. There was so many lonely nights
I got the message, babe. I got the message.
You’ve Got a Lover ©
Music & Lyrics by Shake Russell / Shake Russell Music (BMI)
Terry Wilson (bass, guitars, backing vocals, tambourine) Tony Braunagel (drums) James Pennebaker (lap steel guitar) Teresa James (backing vocals)
Recorded by Terry Wilson, at Hum Depot Studios (Canyon Country, CA)
Drums recorded by Johnny Lee Schell, Ultratone Studio (Studio City, CA)
Lap steel guitar recorded by James Pennebaker (Nashville, TN)
The clubs their all closin’, there’s no place to go
And, the sun won’t show for hours
The streets have all emptied and lovers lay sleeping
And dreamin’ of each other
You’ve got a lover, but, it’s not me
He can’t love you like I can
There will be others, yes I understand
Will they love you like I can
There’s acres and acres of heart broken lovers
I know we’re not the first time
But, sometimes it seems that it’s just like some dream
The you try hard to remember
You’ve got a lover, but, it’s not me
He can’t love you like I can
There will be others, yes I understand
Will they love you like I can
The clubs are all closin’ you know I was hopin’
The wine would see me over
I pull up my collar walk into the night
I went lookin’ for an answer
You’ve got a lover, but, it’s not me
He can’t love you like I can
There will be others, yes I understand
Will they love you like you can
Will they love you like you can
The Fit & The Feel ©
Lyrics by Andrew Chapman, Music by Andrew Chapman, Robbie Leff & John “Rabbit” Bundrick
Cameron Court Music (ASCAP) & Robbie Leff Music (ASCAP)
Terry Wilson (bass, guitars, marimba, piano) Teresa James (backing vocals) Robbie Leff (arrangement, orchestration, keyboards) Willie Ornelas (drums)
Recorded by Robbie Leff (Austin, TX) and Terry Wilson, at Hum Depot Studios (Canyon Country, CA)
Drums recorded by Johnny Lee Schell, Ultratone Studio (Studio City, CA)
Vocals recorded by Rick Romano at Red Shack (Houston, TX)
A long time ago I really blew it
I took a leap, I tried to do it right
Then late one night
It got crazy and I now know why
When I was young I kinda had it
I thought we’d go sailin’ into the night
We had our bite
But, then apple got sour
Became a sad, sad fight
Each second was not identical
Sometimes pitiful, mostly lyrical and nice
But, when it all blew up I was left standing in the night
Does it fit right
Does it feel right
Are you alright
Are you uptight
Do you know what’s real
Ah, you better get it right
Between the fit & the feel
It got crazy and I now know why
Does it fit right
Does it feel right
Are you alright
Are you uptight
Do you know what’s real
Ah, you better get it right
Between the fit & the feel
Ah, you better get it right
Between the fit & the feel
She Don't Mess With My Buzz ©
Music & Lyrics by Terry Wilson & Danny Everitt
Jesilu Music (BMI)/Jessi Rose Music (BMI)
Terry Wilson (bass, guitars, backing vocals) Billy Watts (slide and lead guitar) James Christie (drums, percussion) Jeff Paris (keyboards, theremin)
Recorded by Terry Wilson, at Hum Depot Studios (Canyon Country, CA)
She’s got my back she keeps my car keys
She knows my past and she still lets it be
She lets me party she tells me I’m great
I get to sleep in when I come home late
I like so many things she tells me that she does
But I like her most because
She don’t mess with my buzz
She don’t mess with my buzz, uh huh…
She don’t hold a grudge she don’t’ get mad
When I screw up when it’s been my bad
If I start to nod she gives me a wink
She’s got the answer when my mind’s on the blink
I know that she loves me she tells me that she does
But I love her most because
She don’t mess with my buzz
She don’t mess with my buzz
She don’t mess with my buzz
She don’t mess with my buzz
[bridge]
I know a lot of guys who know just what I mean
Their girl tries to change them into their own dream
But I take good care of mine and I ain’t gonna let her down
I know I’ve traded up I can’t believe what I have found
She’s got my number if I end up in jail
She hears my plea and then she makes my bail
She cuts me slack then she lets it slide
If I feel alone I know she’s on my side
I could live on her loving if thats all there was
But I need her most because
She don’t mess with my buzz
She don’t mess with my buzz
She don’t mess with my buzz
She don’t mess with my buzz
Will You Recognize Me ©
Music & Lyrics by Mike Sandler
Song Monkey 5000 (ASCAP)
Terry Wilson (bass, keyboards, guitars, backing vocals) Tony Braunagel (drums) James Pennebaker (lap steel) Teresa James (backing vocals)
Recorded by Terry Wilson, at Hum Depot Studios (Canyon Country, CA)
Drums recorded by Johnny Lee Schell, Ultratone Studio (Studio City, CA)
Lead Vocal recorded by Rock Hirsch at Studio H2O (Mobile, AL)
You knew every trace
Of every line upon my face
You knew me more than anybody else
You knew what I was thinking
Long before I said a word
You knew me better than I knew myself
You knew where I was going
And you knew where I had been
You never asked but you always knew somehow
You never had a doubt
Because you knew me inside out
I wonder if you’d know me now
(Chorus)
Will you recognize me when we meet again
Will you remember me as one who was your friend
Or will you have forgotten all the love we shared by then
Will you recognize me when we meet again
Once upon a time
You knew my body and my mind
There’s nothing about me that you did not know
If we met again today
Would you still know me that way
You knew my heart, but will you know my soul
(Chorus)
[Bridge]
Oh, Angel mine
The stars refuse to shine
So dark is my world without you
(Chorus)
Will you recognize me when we meet again
Bag of Bones ©
Music & Lyrics by Tommy Klemperer
Quick Fix Music BMI
Terry Wilson (bass, guitars, percussion) Tony Braunagel (drums) Billy Watts (lead guitar) Teresa James (piano)
Recorded by Terry Wilson, at Hum Depot Studios (Canyon Country, CA)
Drums recorded by Johnny Lee Schell, Ultratone Studio (Studio City, CA)
I'm feelin dizzy
I'm feelin weak
My head is spinnin
Can't even speak
My baby left me
Left me this morn'
And a man is broken when his baby's gone
Somebody help me
I'm nothin but a bag of bones
Sun comes up
She ain't come home
All I can do lord, is weep and moan
Where is she goin'
Where can she be
How can my baby be so cruel to me
Lord have mercy
I'm nothin but a bag of bones
They say tomorrow
A new day brings
But if the sun come up lord it don't mean a thing
I can't help feelin this way
I miss my baby more every day
My baby quit me
I'm nothin but a bag of bones
Somebody help me
I'm nothin but a bag of bones
Lord have mercy
I'm nothin but a bag of bones
C'mon home baby
Pick up this bag of bones
Whoa yeah, I'm nothin but a bag of bones...
Plane Ride From Paris ©
Music & Lyrics by Andrew Chapman
Cameron Court Music/ASCAP
John "Rabbit" Bundrick (keyboards, orchestration) Terry Wilson (bass, acoustic guitar) Billy Watts (electric guitar) Tony Braunagel (drums)
Recorded by Rick Romano, The Red Shack (Houston, TX)
Overdubbed and Mixed at Hum Depot Studios (Canyon Country, CA)
What can I do when it’s just so right
The kiss and the touch and the blissful nights
I can’t remember feeling better than this
But we’re both stealin’ time someone would mis
You fill the holes inside of me
But I was too late and now I can’t see
Leaving her, stopping him
Now we can’t finish if we don’t begin
It just don’t work, it’s not meant to be
But the feelin’s too strong between you and me
I tried and I tried to see my way though
Now, it’s finally time to walk away from you
Some day, some way it might just work out
But, until then I’ll just bide my time
Sit here and write you out of my mind
It’s so clear to me what you need to do
So clear to me yet, not clear to you
The kids, the house, the dog & the car
You know whew you’re goin’
Do you know how far?
It just don’t work, it’s not meant to be
But the feelin’s too strong between you and me
I tried and I tried to see my way though
Now, it’s finally time to walk away from you
Away from you
That Takes Some Balls ©
Music & Lyrics by Terry Wilson
Jesilu Music (BMI)
Terry Wilson (bass, guitars, wurlitzer piano, percussion, backing vocals) Tony Braunagel (drums) Jeff Paris (keyboards)
Recorded by Terry Wilson, at Hum Depot Studios (Canyon Country, CA)
Drums recorded by Johnny Lee Schell, Ultratone Studio (Studio City, CA)
I gotta tell you….She pulled it off
Didn’t think she had it in her with the lines you’ve crossed
Yeah, that took some balls….That took some balls
What got your attention, what caught your eye?
Was it that 2 x 4? When she hit you broadside
Yeah that took some balls….That took some balls
She’s been onto your game…from the beginning
Read between your lines and still she was grinning
And when the time came…she let you think you were winning…..Yeah that took some balls…….
Who would have thought that she’d take the bait
Ain’t no man in the jury that couldn’t relate
Yeah that took some balls….That took some balls
Yeah she shot you down…I know it blows
What were you thinking….Enquiring minds want to know
Well it took some balls…..Yeah that take some balls
You didn’t stand a chance yeah she saw you were coming
Have you been in a trance that must have been numbing
Well you get the prize for being so dumb and…..
That took some balls
Bridge:
It seems to me…you’re just giving up
Call it quits or call it what you wanna
It’s plain to see she ain’t left you much
You’re asking me? I think you’re a goner
She’s been onto your game…from the beginning
Read between your lines and still she was grinning
And when the time came…she let you think you were winning yeah that took some balls…….
Talk to Me ©
Joe Seneca - Fort Knox Music (BMI)/Trio Music (BMI)
Terry Wilson (bass, guitars, strings, backing vocals) Willie Ornelas (drums) John "Rabbit" Bundrick (keyboards) Teresa James (backing vocals)
Recorded by Terry Wilson, at Hum Depot Studios (Canyon Country, CA)
Drums recorded by Johnny Lee Schell, Ultratone Studio (Studio City, CA)
Vocal recorded by Rick Hirsch at Studio H2O (Mobile, AL)
Keyboards recorded by John “Rabbit” Bundrick (London, UK)
Talk to me
Ooo I love the things you say
Talk to me
Talk to me
In your own
Sweet gentle way
Let me hear
Tell me dear
Tell me yoooo love me so
Talk to me
Talk to me
Tell me what
I want to know
The many ways
You speak of love
I've heard before
And it sounds so good Everytime
Please say the part
I love just once more
i'd love to make you mine
Talk to me
Talk to me
Hold me close whisper low
Talk to me talk to me
darlin' I............I love you so
Butterfly ©
Music & Lyrics by Andrew Chapman
Cayman Music (ASCAP)
Terry Wilson (bass, guitars, lead guitar) Tony Braunagel (drums) John "Rabbit" Bundrick (keyboards)
Recorded by Terry Wilson, at Hum Depot Studios (Canyon Country, CA)
Drums recorded by Johnny Lee Schell at Ultratone Studio (Studio City, CA)
Keyboards recorded by John “Rabbit” Bundrick (London, UK)
Come down Butterfly
Can't you see that I can't fly
I chased you
Embraced you
I lost you now I wonder why
Butterfly, why oh why?
Butterfly, don't go away
Stay with me just one more day
Without you I'm blind
You're just one of a kind
I wanna see you and touch your face
Butterfly, one more taste
Help me now I'm falling
Well don't you hear me calling
Can you understand
I need your helping hand
Oh Butterfly