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