poisoned cassette

~ a four-song limited edition cassette ~

To Tell The Truth
Blackhearts
My Empty House
Runaway Train* (Gord Nicholl/Art Bergmann)

Art Bergmann: vocals, guitar
Ray Fulber: bass
Gord Nicholl: keyboards
Taylor Nelson Little: drums
Susann Richter: vocals, percussion
Paul Hyde: additional vocals

Words and music by Art Bergmann (© 1986 PROCAN), except where noted. (* © 1986 Capac / © 1986 PROCAN)
Recorded at Profile Studios, Vancouver, BC, October, 1986
Produced by Paul Hyde and Poisoned.
Engineered by Don Ramos. Assistant engineers: Dan Dudra and Steve Cikes.
Mixed by Bob Rock at Little Mountain Sound, Vancouver, BC
Assisted by Mike Fraser.
Poisoned cassette (East-Ray Music Inc. © (p) 1986)

"To Tell The Truth" is also on "Last Call / Vancouver Independent Music 1977-1988"
Produced and annotated by Grant McDonagh.
Introduction by Tom Harrison.
© ℗ 1991, Zulu Records Ltd., 1869 W. 4th Avenue, Vancouver, BC, Canada V6J 1M4

to tell the truth

It’s four o’clock in the morning
We’re screaming as we stop to a halt on the ice
I can’t move and I’m looking up
At a big black empty sky
I’ve got a personal message
I want to sent to my own satellite
From a guy to a girl half way across town
She might as well be half way around the world

I’m nobody in the middle of nowhere
Standing on an icy road
Wondering if anybody’s home
I’ve got no phone
But I want you
If I make it there
Will anyone be home

I got too much time
To think about the way we lie (??)
It takes too much time
To cover the distance
Between our lives
I’m selling myself in Montreal
She’s a high-class whore in Singapore
I can still see you
But I want so much more

I’m nobody in the middle of nowhere
Standing on an icy road
Wondering if anybody’s home
I’ve got no phone
And I want you
If I make it there
Will anyone be home

All your friends betrayed you
And then you come to me (??)
To tell the truth
fucking sick (???)
(???)

Will you live with me (???)
Without being real
If I send my love
Without any dignity
Will you live with me
Without being real

I’m nobody in the middle of nowhere
Standing on an icy road
Wondering if anybody’s home
I’ve got no phone
But I want you
If I make it there
Will anyone be home

blackhearts

my empty house

Won’t you come home
To my empty house
I’m all alone
Except for
My former spouse
Won’t you come home
It’s full of empty minds
I’ve got an empty heart
Can’t you hear the whine

They said
Things would be alright
After a couple of years
Of restraint
But the kids
Aren’t getting any younger
And for me
It’s much too late

I got married in a fever
I’d sonner kill you
Than leave you
I’m thinking maybe
We should have moved
Staring at you
Across my living room

When things go wrong
Turn to the right
When things get worse
Pick up a gun
Things for me
Just got weird
I think I shot
The wrong person
I’m painting
The whole house red

Everthing I worked for
One by one
Going out my door
Save for my TV
Buzzing in the corner
The house is surrounded

I can get a job
I can’t geed the kids
I can get a job
I can’t feed you
If you’re as sick of me
As I am of you
Believe me
I feel the same

Won’t you come homje
To my empty house
I’ve got an empty heart
I’ve got an empty mind
I went to trade school
Got my welding ticket
Did my time
I’ve got a 2-car garage
A lein on my mortgage
On my happy 2.2

runaway train

The seconds tick by
Like a runaway train
The hours go by
Like a runaway train
The days go by
Like a runaway train
And the years go by