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Live At The Amphitheatre

by Tim Hassall

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1.
Polaroid Memories (LATA) 03:27
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Like a canvas on a stand waiting for some paint, I’m ready Waiting for a life that is coming late, big city Ambition ain't as good as just being great And young and beautiful and rich with stuff 1, 2, 3, 4, Songs in the air and words flowing through my head, so pretty Dogs in the yard asleep rest against my leg, it’s lovely To live this life and feel my body change I’m getting old gracefully forgot my wallet lose my keys These polaroid memories These polaroid memories Wind in our hair cigarettes and shots in the car, we’re already dancing Roller skates don't worry we wont get far, hard belly laughing At 5 o’clock she’ll make you a pina colada da da These polaroid memories These polaroid memories These polaroid memories They captured a time wild and free And framed the moments in my memory These polaroid memories Remind me it's never to late to escape the fear we make in our minds that confines us from being who it is we want to be
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Travelling Song (LATA) 03:33
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Travelling Song These words describe bonfires and beautiful friends dancing in the sand These words describe adventures by boat and plane and train and tram These words are my offering they are what I give to you from my outstretched hand These words are a torch I light to guide you here to where I stand And we are all travelling These words describe the first sunrise over a foreign town These words describe how one moment can turn your whole life around And you can close your eyes and pretend that you can’t see And you can cover your ears and pretend that you can’t hear But if you count to ten and you open them You will still find me standing laughing here And this is all happening And this is all happening And we are all travelling And we are all These words are my travelling song to lift me up to be the friend by my side These words belong to anyone who follows the horizon as their guide And these words describe how love in your life can make your whole body sing And these words can’t do justice to the feeling that loving you brings And I would like to plant a seed in you And I would like to cultivate your smile And maybe you would learn to trim my thorns And we could just grow together for a while And this is all changing And we are all changing And this is all happening And we are all travelling To find our home
3.
Lafayette (LATA) 04:04
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I fell in love in Lafayette To the accordion and the two step She stole my heart with that sizzlin rhythm waltzin on the back porch grinnin Where license plates they line the walls With Christmas lights and cattle horns The band strikes new friends come to call draggin you onto that old wooden floor Oh Kelly Oh Kelly wont you be my polka dot baby Oh Kelly Oh Kelly I want to take you in my arms tonight Oh Kelly Oh Kelly wont you be my polka dot baby I want to take you down to where the bayou flows and make you my baby tonight In the Blue Moon Saloon they know how to play Guitar and fiddle players stand real straight bass and drums in the pocket all night long with Jess Lege singing old cajun songs and now its getting late I'm ready to leave Kelly and her friends are still staring at me Sittin on the porch with Claude and guitars singing songs to those southern stars Oh Kelly Oh Kelly wont you be my polka dot baby Oh Kelly Oh Kelly I want to take you in my arms tonight Oh Kelly Oh Kelly wont you be my polka dot baby I want to take you down to where the bayou flows and make you my baby tonight
4.
Out Of Touch (LATA) 05:51
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And I’ve been meaning to tell you I’m at the end of my tether I don’t know if it’s loneliness or a change in the weather But I’ve been missing your hands, I’ve been missing your bones And I’ve been singing old songs to remind me of home I quit that dead end job before it even began Guess I wasn’t cut out to be a salesman Anger and idleness led me astray, And I never blamed you for leaving me that way And I’ve been meaning to tell you I’ve been falling apart I don’t know if it’s my health or my broken heart But I’ve been missing your voice, I’ve been missing your chords And I’ve been singing it’s all the comfort I can afford Well I moved to the coast with what little I had Couldn’t handle a job joined a rock n band To make life shine I worked to the bone Careless and wired with the road for a home But my thoughts they kept turning back to me and you Where it is that you’re sleeping, what it is that you do I was raised to never get in too deep Still I feel your absence, whether I’m awake or asleep Whether I’m awake or asleep And I’ve been meaning to tell you that I aint as good as I might have said According to my conscience I don't meet the ideal held in my head I’ve been missing your calmness I’ve been missing your kind And I’ve been singing these old old songs for a little peace of mind I lived my whole life like I had no hope Rebels and cowboys were my heroes Suppose I was always out of touch Does everything mean something or nothing much? And I’ve been meaning to tell you and I wont lie I realise how I hurt you and why you quit tryin’ I just wanted to tell you I’ve been hurting to And when I get where I’m going I’ll wait there for you I’ll wait there for you
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Price To Be Paid (LATA) 03:50
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Slipped back home all alone Trying to keep myself to my family and me Spotted at the beach taken out to lunch flat whites and carrot cake, At the Lime Tree Café by the bay The marina bouncers are lame only letting the vacuous and beautifully and tame Girls into a den where finely dressed men entertain with their salaries and cosmetic grins In a city where a buck can be a matter of luck Your skin colour your lifestyle your wasta Determine your rise as much as your mind Like skyscrapers they’re slowly cracking On the backs of the men who been building them Imported by self-styled pharaohs Where the washing of bills and the ringing of tills drown out any notions that question Ethics in a land that places faith in its candid glamour and hype on billboards In place of social foundations build monorail stations to ease congestion while enlarging the airport Followed by road-side stares everywhere everyday it’s all perspective people say Buy a model home in a mall and deck it out with kitsch décor from Arabian heritage stalls Cause there’s a price to be paid Da dum da dum da da da dum Cause there’s a price to be paid Da dum da dum da da da dum Slipped back home all alone Trying to keep myself to my family and me Spotted at the beach taken out to lunch flat whites and carrot cake, At the Lime Tree Café by the bay The marina bouncers are lame and we’re all so artificially tame And around and around and around and again, And we dance and we drink and we spin and we sing Cause there’s a price to be paid Da dum da dum da da da dum Cause there’s a price to be paid Da dum da dum da da da dum
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Christmas Eve (LATA) 04:48
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Let me sing you the song I wrote for you last night Let’s share an ice-cream down by the seaside We’ll drink tea when it gets cold and joke about never growing old Pretend like we’re kids again, tell our friends that it’s no big thing And at parties I don’t need to hold your hand Cause I know I’m your girl, and I know I’m your man We lie in the bath you wash my hair You take away all of my cares You light the candles and then you blow them out You shower me with kisses courtesy of your mouth I called you up on Christmas Eve You invited me over to a party at our mutual friend Mikey’s We made out between two parked cars in a messy moonlit garage You slowed me down before we got too far you pushed me into a national taxi car You say “I’ll come over as long as you don’t press” Funny once we’re in my address I don’t even have to help you get undressed And you whisper bad things in my ear That you know that I really like to hear We lie in the bath you wash my hair You take away all of my cares You light the candles and then you blow them out You shower me with kisses courtesy of your mouth You light the candles and then you blow them out Shower me with kisses courtesy of your mouth
7.
In The Village (LATA) 04:43
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Said in the village a long time ago Said people living with little more than clothes In the flat lands with a handful of pearls Till they discovered all the riches in the world In the village everybody got themselves a maid In the village everybody build real high gates In the village they say, "Smile while you slave" Keep your face out of the papers and collect your pay In the village Now to the village prospectors came for gold Bought the king flowers exotic gifts untold And from the flatlands a city did rise And from a grain of sand the tallest tower touched the sky In the village everybody knows your name In the village everybody wants you to think the same In the village they say "opinion is greatest tool" First they stone you then congratulate you as they change their rules In the village Now the village is hard to generalise To get the real gist get up on the inside See there's more to this picture than meets the eye See there's more to this story than just one side Now in the village something is being lost In the village they drawin' a line that you can't cross They say this is just how it goes I got mine and he got his for the rest who knows
8.
You Bring Me Down (LATA) 03:02
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The devil walked in Well I nodded let him settle He said he was angel So I put on the kettle Said "Boy follow me I’m a take you to the stars You can walk on the moon Have just what is ours" You bring me down, You bring me down Down down down d-down You bring me down Ohhh (huh) You bring me down, You bring me down Down down down d-down You bring me down Picked up off the beach Set me down in LA A house full of lovin’ And money to play He said "Boy forget guitar All you need is a look A lawyer who wears gold And my accountant on your book." You bring me down, You bring me down Down down down d-down You bring me down Ohhh (huh) You bring me down, You bring me down Down down down d-down You bring me down I met with the devil late in Denny’s one night Pleaded for my soul he didn’t put up a fight He ate while he listened then he said real slow "Music is your woman but baby you’re my ho!" You bring me down, You bring me down Down down down d-down You bring me down Ohhh (huh) You bring me down, You bring me down Down down down d-down You bring me down

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‘Tim Hassall - Live at the Amphitheatre’ - A Christmas Gift & A Love Letter by Tim Hassall

Francy, Benjamin, Stanislav and I have been performing together for close to a decade. For a band that’s a rare thing. Over that kind of time period you develop an indelible bond, a profound love for your bandmates. They become family; sisters and brothers. Our WhatsApp group title says it all: ‘Band Love 💫.’ Perhaps (and this is a big ‘PERHAPS’) Dubai isn’t the only place in the world where a rock drummer from Bogota, a classically trained pianist from Lviv, a punk bassist from Aberdeen and a multi-instrumental Third Culture Kid have formed a band. But I’d be surprised to learn of a similar band that has shared the stage every Christmas and NYE for the last 7 years. Yes, the attraction of the music has always been there, but the real draw for me has always been the feeling of connection. One of growing together as artists and people, these wondrous souls, who also happen to be my beautiful friends.

So, as the challenges of 2020 became ever more apparent it dawned on me that unfortunately we weren’t going to perform together this year. Feeling a little heartbroken I reached out to Benjamin Coutts -- bassist for the band and a mix engineer by trade -- with a proposition. I wondered if he’d consider mixing the raw audio from a festival performance we did at Dubai Amphitheatre as a gift for our bandmates, family and friends. If we weren’t going to get to perform together this Festive season, maybe we could offer our loved ones a live record of us performing - perfect for a beach day, road trip or family BBQ.

‘Live At The Amphitheatre’ is a really authentic record of our live sound and energy. Featuring Dean Pratt on trumpet, Paul Spaccavento on tenor sax and Mark Thompson on trombone, it is a full bodied recording, spicy and sweet at times, at others a little tart. Recorded on a sweltering afternoon by the masterful Robert Eatock, mixed by the aforementioned Monsieur Coutts and mastered by my dear friend Anthony Carr, words really do not do justice to just how grateful I am for a) the capturing of this energy/music and b) the opportunity to share it with you this Festive Season.

It has been a tough year, but we’re almost at the end of it. Many blessings to you and your loved ones and wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Big Love,
Tim Hassall

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released December 19, 2020

Performed at Dubai Amphitheatre by Benjamin Coutts, Francy Correa, Dean Pratt, Mark Thompson, Paul Spaccavento, Stanislav Fedyuk and Tim Hassall.

Music and Lyrics by Tim Hassall.
Recorded by Robert Eatock.
Mixed by Benjamin Coutts.
Mastered by Anthony Carr.

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