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Closing Statement

by Gaz 'Oual

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1.
You wake up in the morning and you roll out of bed You're already at the office when the mist leaves your head Is this what it all means Or is there more to it, more than it seems Monday to Friday there just ain't nothing else You're so fed-up, you wish you're somebody else You want to change how life goes With new friends a new car a new life a new nose Here we go again Back where we began It's gotta end or we'll just keep on going, going round the bend Gotta forget all of that stuff, there's just one thing to say: Stop the world, I'm getting off Is this what it all means Or is there more to it, more than it seems Seems like we're working more and more for less and less pay Well it's all gotta stop, it’s gonna break up someday Violence ain't no Holy Grail But when it blows please pass me that Molotov cocktail Here we go again... This morning you woke up and you got out of bed Everything seemed better, was no mist in your head Alarm clock goes off it seems Aw SHIT! It was just a dream You're working more and more for less and less pay It's gonna stop we'll bring it down someday Violence ain't no Holy Grail But when it blows please hand me that Molotov cocktail... And many more... Here we go again...
2.
Leann 06:01
Here’s the story of a girl named Leann She fell in love with the wrong type of boy, the wrong type of man Old Bobby wanted to be a rock’n’roll star And Leann never thought that through too far Bobby saw Leann as ten years to life She would think of herself as old Bobby’s wife Bobby was a rocker, couldn’t see himself in chains And he never thought, of poor old Leann ‘s pain Poor Leann, she cries to the night Never knowing if she is wrong or she is right She’d leave him in a New-York minute if she thought she could The only question is, if she really would Bobby played his gigs, would come home late if he came at all He’d leave Leann to her broken dreams, to prepare her fall Never imagined that his actions would cause such pain He just kept doing them, again and again Poor Leann, she would wait until sunrise All she wanted to see was Love, in old Bobby’s eyes But all she got was a drunken look from a man who lacked sleep But a man she had decided she would keep Poor Leann, she cries to the night… Poor Leann, she cried to the night Never knowing if she was wrong or she was right She left him in a New-York minute ‘cos she knew she should And she proved that she could Years have passed, Leann has moved on Bobby’s still playing his small-town gigs, but now he’s all alone All she needed was a man, who’s love was real A man who could care, who could feel… Leann no longer cries to the night No longer wonders if she was wrong or she was right She found herself a real man, one who would be true And old Bobby, it ain’t you Leann no longer cries out to the night She now knows what is wrong and she knows what is right While old Bobby, he ain’t got no one but himself to blame Leann realized that some things are in vain
3.
Moneyland 04:44
We’re playing hopscotch in the wreckage While their caviar’s fresh, their champagne vintage There’s more wealth than the world’s ever known And only 1% who own… They’ve got it all! The sun shines in Moneyland the world is in their hands They just don’t seem to understand But their sun will set they’ll get theirs yet They’re dancing through their own minefield Collecting cash that ain’t even real It’s all in the mind, virtual Computer tells you what cash you pull They take more, you’re left at the door Not getting’ in, you’re poor, it’s a sin Now your life’s nothing but strife If you give in, they will win! The sun shines in Moneyland… The sun shines in Moneyland… Just give us work, just give us homes Give us some future, something that we can own Greed is the problem the world suffers from If they don’t change, it’s revolution! The sun is setting in Moneyland people are slippin’ from their hands You’d think they’d understand The time has come, change will be welcome On with freedom, revolution, get on the other side of the gun The end is nigh… and they still don’t get why…
4.
I Exist 04:18
I gotta exist I can’t be left alone I will resits With others, or on my own Ain’t no way to stop me now No one will put me down I gotta exist Though I don’t know how... Went to the wrong schools ‘Been treated like a fool Bad birth, born under a bad sign Is all I hear time after time But that’s nothin’ no need to fret I’ll show ‘em all, I’ll show ‘em yet I gotta exist Though I don’t know how… Who cares about what shoes you wear The colour of your shirt The length of your hair Humanity is your birthright Don’t give it up without a fight You’re gonna exist And you’ll find out how I wasn’t born to fame Fortune does not know my name The fact that I must face We’re all just members of the Human race Why so much hate and disdain From people who don’t even know my name I gotta exist Though I don’t know how... Who cares about what shoes you wear... I may not walk I may not hear I may be blind or deaf But no need to fear The colour of my skin don’t make me strong or weak Same for sex, religion or the tongue I speak I need to exist The way that I am now Who cares about what shoes you wear The colour of your shirt The length of your hair Humanity is your birthright Don’t give it up without a fight You do exist Now listen how I think therefore I am As simple as that, as simple as you can Heart and mind give me the right to be Well here I am, for all to see I do exist...Watch me now...
5.
Just like a teenage movie: butterflies when boy meets girl And everything is groovy, everything is in a whirl But you know that time is fleeting, and although you don’t know why You feel you gotta tell her more than you could ever tell her but you’re damned if you don’t give it a try It’s the last of the summer hits To end the soundtrack of that summer bliss I know that walking hand in hand across a moonlit beach Is somewhat passé, somewhat of a cliché, but reality is out of reach Nevertheless the moonlight reflected in your eyes Made me feel like a Tarzan, a Power-Man a Superman, I even felt that we could fly It’s the last of the summer hits… Another drive-in movie, an excuse for us to be alone A double-feature to hold you tight, though the movies we’d outgrown But that ain’t why we went there, no matter what movie played We talked minute after minute, hour after hour, before we went our own ways It’s the last of the summer hits Now that summer is long gone, but I’ll always remember you through this song Though I have no regrets, I never will forget Years have passed but sometimes I think back to that summer… what a flashback The last of the summer hits, to end our summer bliss
6.
Standing on a pier Waiting for the ferryman to come along He may tell me why I’m here Where I’m going, why I’ve waited for so long He might know who I am Might know the reason for this journey I admit I’m lost, I can’t remember I could either have been a beast or a beauty My last memory’s vague to say the least Was I alone on the open road Or assisted by a priest It could have ended in a hospital bed Maybe an overdose Perhaps an accident Why not a sharp blow to my head The man is coming To take me to the other side I can feel it in the wind And I have no place to hide I’ll make my peace With whatever I may have been For I know this is the end Mine eyes they have seen Was I an inmate in a camp Who died for what I thought or what I felt I may even have been a dumb animal Simply butchered for my pelt The man he is coming To bring me to the other side I can feel it in the air And there’s nowhere for me to hide I’ll make my peace With whatever I may have done Let god or devil come and judge me I have a light that will shine on The ferryman’s coming To take me cross the river Styx It’s worse than waiting for a dealer Be it for your very, very last fix I’m headed for the country From whose bourn no traveler returns What matters it to me now Whether I was loved or I was spurned I still don’t know why I’m here Should I be overjoyed Or should I quake with fear Is it heaven or hell To be found on the other side Or just a void, emptiness To be found far and wide No matter Charon is here The ferryman has arrived Time to take place on his barge To go to the other side What matters it to me To be considered of virtue or of vice To be considered as hot as the devil Or as cold as ice All that matters Is the memory you give A stupid bastard Or man who deserved to live No matter where the ferryman takes you It doesn’t exist at all All that counts is the memory The memory we leave for you all So one last thing You all make me warm inside As I take this final journey As I go through the great divide
7.
Inside Out 03:49
Well you want to have fun, I got you a band They’ll rock you more than any other can Get your hair piled high put on your wing-tipped shoes They’ll blow away all Yer Blues We got Hugo & Rod takin’ up the front A Couple ‘O Gibsons to make their point We got Eric on bass walkin’ all the way From Kalamazoo to San Francisco Bay And Ali “K” bringing up the rear The man just drums like he has no fear The band here wields some clout And they will turn you. Inside out! Tell your friends, your Mom and your Poppa too Tell everyone these boys rock true Warn the preachers and the police Once they start rockin’ it doesn’t cease These boys pull out all the stops Ain’t no way to stop ‘em Once it Rocks! Be it Oliver or yours, Johnny Boy To front these guys is just pure joy Gimmie the mic, on any day When these old boys are here to play All I need is one song With these boys, to Rock On! We all paid our dues We played the scene We’ve been through gigs Like Richards through morphine Of one thing there is no doubt Man! These old boys... Rock me inside out! Forget Eddie, Buddy, Chuck and Bill Now these four guys should top the bill You just never want a gig to end When you can call each one a friend Again: there’s no doubt Now these old boys rock anyone inside out! Be it Oliver or yours, Johnny Boy… Forget Eddie, Buddy, Chuck and Bill… Now this old band can wield some clout They will rock you... INSIDE OUT! Forget Eddie, Buddy, Chuck and Bill… Again: Hugo, Rod on the guitars Eric playin’ bass to the stars Don’t forget the back beat Old Ali “K” with hands and feet That band they wield some clout They will always turn you... INSIDE OUT
8.
Oh Lord I’m tired it’s been a long day Just you and me talking it away I never thought it would come to this when you took my hand Our first kiss to be my last stand How I love those starry skies When they look down from the heavens into your eyes Showin’ me what is meant to be With all the warmth of my summer dreams Yet this is just what it seems Darlin’ just you and me Oh Lord I’m tired it’s been a long day Just doing nothing but watching our children play Now we’ve sent them off to bed but that glass of wine has gone to my head Days like this should be every day I really love those starry skies That look down from the heavens into your eyes And yes this is meant to be I’ve got all the warmth of my summer dreams And yet this is just what it seems Darlin’ just you and me Oh Lord I’m tired it’s been a long day To watch the last of our brood move away Now it’s back to the start just you and me never to be apart The perfect end to the day I really love those starry skies
9.
Staring at an empty bottle wondering what I’m doing here Can’t face life can’t face all the fear All I know is I don’t want to lose her What have I done again my memory is a blur Show me the way home I’ll take whatever road No matter how hard no matter what it may bode I don’t want to lose all don’t want to be left all alone I’ll do all that is required to get back home Borderlining on insanity I only need to come back to reality But it ain’t as easy as it may sound ‘Cos I’m lost to the world waiting to be found I’ve been to hell and I’m crawling back Not much to tell just hope that I’m on the right track Just give me a sign no burning bush or all of that A simple sign a way to get back Show me the way home... There is a light and it never goes out No matter what is right no matter all the doubt There is a way home just take the hand That is offered just follow the band
10.
Now I'm Free 04:23
Brothers Johnny Jim and Jack hit the road never to come back to life as it used to be I thought I was in control but the brothers had taken my soul a fact that I just could not see But now I’m free And no one will take that away away from me Liberated I am in control My mind is my own so is my soul Driving on the highway or with a guitar trying to play I was far from what I could be Being mean to everyone not seeing what I had become like with a bottle soon to be empty But now I’m free... “The morning wind began to moan, But still the night went on: Through its giant loom the web of gloom Crept till each thread was spun: And, as we prayed, we grew afraid Of the Justice of the Sun.”* But now I’m free... * : Form “The Ballad of Reading Gaol”, thanks Oscar (Wilde, that is!).
11.
Thanks 04:06
Thanks to all the people who stood by my side Thanks to the friends and family from which I could not hide Thanks to everyone who would not let me down Standing by my side no matter what shit went down Here are the people who love you so People who won’t let you down who will never let you go You may be surprised when they pick you up But these are the real friends who will never give you up Here I am on the way to the cure I may stumble I may fall but they’re there for sure I have to give thanks to all those around They always knew that which I’ve only just found Here are the people who love you so…

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Gaz 'Oual's posthumous album by Eric Baud, Rod Bianchi, Ali Kebaili, Ivan Pandev and Hugues Vincent.

Videos of Gaz 'Oual can be watched at: youtu.be/MU1PUFPGS04?list=PLHok1oCCutslZ-Ni3MO6e4urkUy1ZnBOK

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released September 1, 2012

Eric Baud: Bass
Rod Bianchi: Guitars
Ali Kebaili: Drums
Ivan Pandev: Voices and Keyboards
Hugues Vincent: Guitars
Recorded at Dark Studios 17 & 62 and LedPan Studios (France)
Mixed & mastered at Studio 20 bis (France)
Produced by Rod Bianchi for Gaz 'Oual
All songs written by: Gaz 'Oual (© 2012 Baud, Bianchi, Kebaili, Pandev & Vincent -- SOCAN) All rights reserved.

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Pandev Montreal, Québec

Born in Quebec in 1970, of British and Bulgarian parents, PANDEV (first name: Ivan-George) has played in bands (on either side of the Atlantic) for over 30 years.

While having rather eclectic musical tastes, his songs remain mostly in the rock vernacular.

He has moved back to Montreal and is always working on new tunes,
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