Tim Rideout : recording artist, music producer, New Media musician

Space Freekin’

Galactic groove upon the Venus Mound tonite
On a space race orbit, waxing gibbous deelite
Take a trip - baby spin me right ’round
Landing strip - baby turn me upside down
Saturn’s wings and things, you melt my Icarus wings
You’ve got me space
Space Freekin’

Celestial body - you’re the star of my sky
You got the Neptune surfin’ on your Milky Way thigh
The phaser’s set on FREEK, damn it’s been there all week
You’ve got my Big Dipper Big Bangin’ laung tube leak
You’re my Apollo mission hot fission solid rocket boostin’ chicken
Sun spots and moon rocks
Space Freekin’

I think I’m feelin’ like I’m reelin’ on the Enterprise
You’re Space Freekin’ zero-g style
You’re a cosmic chick with a light year smile
You’ve got me space
Space Freekin’
You’re my Apollo mission hot fission solid rocket boostin’ chicken
Some crazy brand of Space Freeking

You’re a cosmic chick and I love your light year smile
You’re my Apollo mission hot fission solid rocket boostin’ chicken
Gravitation Doppler-shiftin’ Alpha Beta phunk emission
Super novin’ cold fusion Hale Boppin’ shuttle cruisin’

(c) 1997 TimRideout - Montreal, QC

Leave me Alone

The girl’s so fine, but she’ll never ever be mine
I’m gonna be thinkin’ bout her night and day
It’d be a miracle if I could have this girl - she’s so far away

We were gettin’ close and I even knew her folks
When will this nonsense ever stop
I really want you baby, don’t wanna hear no maybe
I’m onna chase you, I’m onna be chase you ’til you drop

So just leave me alone
And stop toyin’ with my heart
Soon it’ll be time to atone for the years we’ve been apart
So just leave me alone
You’ve got me on a string
Please, please, leave me alone

I’m onna be sittin’ in my house one day, you walked in
Needless to say I was blinded by the sight on you
So I couldn’t see, and love it crept up on me
I messed up big time - what was I to do?
Finally got a picture - made my wallet richer
Ooh yeah, by then it was too late
Why can’t you love me girl - come on give me a whirl
And I will most likely reciprocate

(c) 1990 TimRideout - Montreal, Ottawa

Mister Otis

I’m givin’ you my notice; I’m callin’ Mister Otis
It’s a one-more-second-to-no-bliss situation, Mister Otis
I’m givin’ you my notice; I’m callin’ Mister Otis
Betcha never thought I’d throw this
But I’m callin’ Mister Otis

I write the wrongs in my book of songs
My space - can you read my face
I won’t get the hail on a jungle trail
I’m gone and I can do no wrong
I wear the shoes dipped in icy muse
My stone has water to the bone
I won’t feel the heat at a glacier’s feet
I’m well done, and burnin’s not much fun

Still - I gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up to get down
And I gotta get down, gotta get down, gotta get down to get off
And I gotta get off, I gotta get off, if I’m onna get back up
So I’m givin’ you my notice -
I’m callin’ Mister Otis

I name the stars, Jupiter and Mars
My sky is not the one you’d buy
I don’t subscribe to your bullshit vibe
A smiling frown under a prozac clown
So much talk the talk, I had to stop the clock
My Tag is not inclined to drag
’Cause you see I drink the wine from the Wisdom Vine
And I’m high from smokin’ my goodbye

(c) Tim Rideout January 1996 Skagway, Alaska; San Jose, Costa Rica; Montreal, Quebec

In Your Eyes

now it’s the first day of the new year
and who is standing next to me?
the ghost of lonely Christmas
slapped the shackles onto me
and as I sit down at the piano
your spirit comes to me
three years and no alibi
so excuse me while I lose my mind -
I’ve been crazy not to look in your eyes

because I’m in there somewhere
I’m looking for myself right now
I’ll find myself someway somehow
in your eyes
I know I’m in there somewhere
forgive me if I’m part of you
and if my heart’s telling me what to do
then I’ve been crazy not to look in your eyes

so it’s the next day of the new year
and who comes up from the ground
the spectre of confusion starts to laugh as I spin round
but as the music straightens up my keel
I play my epiphany
I’m so dizzy I can fly
so excuse me while I kiss the sky
I’ve been crazy not to look in your eyes

so now the holiday is over
there’s no more ghosts around
I believe in what I’ve seen
and Dickens would be proud of me
so as I get up from the piano
I know the music well
I finally put the song away
I’ll finish it with you someday:
I’ve been crazy not to look in your eyes

(c) January 1995 Tim Rideout Mactaquac, NB ; Montreal, Que.

Friday Night

There’s somethin’ special in the air tonight
The band is playin’ strong and the groove is tight
Every bar on the mountain is packed alright
And if all goes well, you’ll be with me tonight
So, ’Renie’s watchin’ steak down on the grill outside
And E-man’s got the tunes cranked in his summer ride
Acid jazz blows down the hall and up the street there’s basketball
But in my room, French perfume, and in my arms there’s you

It’s a Friday Night, the feelin’ right the music’s tight and I’m hooked on you
And everybody’s got somebody in their sight but I’m hooked on you
Friday night just feels so right

Tonight we’re dancin’ close - I can feel your touch
Usually I don’t like to dance this much
But there was cool jazz for the ride on my Paris flight
Now I’m back again with you - we gonna groove this baby right
So tonight you’re dressed to kill and girl you look so fine
I’ve laid to rest my Sunday best to love you to the nine
There’s a blue eyed jam behind the bar, at 10 the Main is rockin’ hard
But in my room, French perfume, and in my arms there’s you

So when Friday night has come and gone
And Cafeteria’s lights are on
Back to my room, French perfume, and in my arms there’s you

(c) Tim Rideout 1997 Montreal, Quebec

Remote Control

Out of sight, out of mind
When it hits you from behind
In the house, up the road
watch your building when I lighten my load
In your face, in your car
Remote control your lucky star
Break your will, break the ice
I was only trying to be nice

All the space, all the time
Radio waves already in you mind
Thought control for your soul
Watch the body breakdown, pay the toll
With your head, with your heart
Remote control your false alarm
Mark my words, pay the price
I was only tryin’ to be nice

I was only tryin to see right
Only tryin to do right
Only tryin to feel right through you
I was only tryin to see right
Only tryin to do right
Only tryin to be nice

Crank it up, turn it out
There’s noone there to hear you shout
Remote control blue eyed soul
Justified to lie to me tenfold

There’s noone, there’s nothing
In the desert you won’t find a spring
Break your will, break the ice
I was only tryin to be nice

I was only tryin to see right
Only tryin to do right
Only tryin to feel right through you
I was only tryin to see right
Only tryin to do right
Only tryin to be nice
I was only tryin to see right
Only tryin to burn bright
Only tryin to live twice
Only tryin to be nice
Only tryin to savour you
Only cryin to crave you
Testified to love you
I was crucified above you

(c) Tim Rideout 1996 Montreal, Quebec

Victoria’s Secret

random thoughts came to mind
as i looked into the crowded store
the mad hatter’s grey matter was in a bind
and my head was like a revolving door

some cerebral solitaire
that was the order of the day
i said to myself, "hey this game isn’t fair
"i don’t have that many cards to play

i’m sick of introspection
it’s the source of my frustration
then you put it on turn it on and it blows my mind
Victoria, Euphoria and I
you just gave it away

now i know what your secret is
and you know what you need for this
but do you think you need to feel so nice
’cause from my point of view the lucky one’s you
that’s my advice

you say you’ve found some answers
i guess you guess you’re quite the sage
try it on and see how the lace lures
the puzzle’s upside down - you can read the top of the page

random thoughts organized
i turned to leave for the empty street
and for a moment I was mesmerized
as my revelation became complete

the mad hatter said that there’s no daydream
the dealer said that there’s no dice
but this eighty dollar silken self-esteem
is worth the price, it sure feels nice, don’t think twice

(c) March 1994 Tim Rideout Montreal, Que.

These Irish Songs

Well, I’m gone quite aways and I cannot look back
O’er the hills and railroad track
But I’m not so far from that Irish bar the two of us first did meet
Where you put me back you put me right back on my feet

And I cannot say it’s been easy my dear
It’s the damndest cross I’ve had to bear
These songs in my head are a curse in my bed because they remind me of you
These Irish songs they remind, they remind me of you

So I’m off to the Dublin to drink awhile
Down to Kitty O’shea’s where I last saw you smiile
At Three Green Fields the band played jig and reel
And me with a tear in my brew
These Irish songs they remind, they remind me of you

Uncle Willard had a castle in Limerick, you see
One mile from the Shannon a stable had he
One lovely young mare with windy red hair pranced ’twixt the fence he had laid
But freedom was hers, because Willard ne’er closed the gate

So the rolling hills were hers to graze
Uncle Willard, he knew of the choice she had made
With a lump in his heart, he watched her depart, then picked up a lamp from the hay
To this day, that lamp burns so bright on the fence if she ever should lose her way

So he’s off to the Dublin to drink awhile
Down to Kitty O’shea’s where he went as a child
At Three Green Fields Willard kicks up his heels
But alas, with a tear in his brew
These Irish songs they remind, they remind Willard too

I love you too much to call you mine
So I turn on the lamp every evenin’ at nine
If I set you free and you come back to me, well, the luck o’ the Irish is mine
But if you choose to stay in the fields, well, that really is fine

And if that’s what you need, well, I can’t give a damn
I don’t need some woman to hold my hand
But... if there’s a chance, and if there’s romance, the bodhràn will sound through and through
These Irish songs once again will remind me, they always remind me of you
Yes, these Irish songs they remind, they remind me of you

So Willard and I we still meet at the pub
When the shite hits the fan, we’ve our music to love
We sing and we howl, ’cause we’re happy our gals have found their place and been true
But forever these Irish songs will remind us, forever remind us of you

So we’re off to the Dublin to drink awhile
Down to Kitty O’shea’s where we last saw you smile
At Three Green Fields the band plays jigs and reels
And us with a tear in our brew
’Cause These Irish songs they remind me and Willard of you
Ah yes, these Irish songs they remind me and Willard of you
Yes, these Irish songs they remind, they remind
They remind me forever
of you

(c) Tim Rideout 1996, Montreal, QC