David Nelson Ostrosser

Story

A rollicking, swamp-inflected celebration of pawn-shop passion.


Lyrics

Sometimes when I go wandering I like to check out the goods
In a funky kinda’ quaint little Second Hand Store in my neighbourhood
In between a percolator that won’t perk
And a whole pile of TV’s where half don’t  work
I’m sure to pick up something that I like.
 Well that day the wind was a-howlin’ out  I had to slip inside
And ain’t no tellin’ what kind of thing was there for me to find
An encyclopedia from 1949
Or some black-light paintings that would blow your mind
But I had no idea what this place had in store (oh no…)

(chorus)
I fell in love at first sight in the second-hand store
A new love was mine when she walked through the door
This old heart about fell on the floor
When I fell in love at first sight in the second-hand store

Now we’re together and I want you to know, people she’s something delectable
No more wasting our precious time looking for something collectible
‘Cause in the midst of all that antiquity,
She must’ve been lookin’ for the same thing as me
I fell in love for the best time in my life

(chorus)

Violin: Michael Ball
Dobro (resonator guitar): Chris Barclay
Electric and acoustic guitars, bass: René Gely
Harmony vocal: Christine Graves
Drums: Ross Murray

David Nelson Ostrosser

Story

This song is about how strange your father can seem when you're younger, until you've taken on some of the responsibilities he has, and you begin to understand. The contents of Daddy's pockets are symbolic of those responsibilities.


Lyrics

(chorus)
I rattle when I walk
Just like my daddy did
I rattle when I walk
I used to think it was oh so strange
But now time has found a way to rearrange it
So I rattle when I walk
Just like my daddy did

The keys are for a pollutin' old Ford
That I really wish I didn't need
I've got one for the trunk and another for the door
To get me up to speed
The change I need to call my baby
To know that the little boy's fine
Got a broken strap watch deep down in my pocket
To help me keep track of time

(chorus)

Now my old man was a fine old man
But I didn't want to be the same
I think I've done well to make my own trail
And we still share the name
But apart from the name and the gotpel songs
That we both still love to sing
There ain't a whole lot that we hold in common
Except this one little thing

(chorus)

Baritone guitar, bass: René Gely
Drums, acoustic guitar, homemade marimba: DNO

David Nelson Ostrosser

Story

If you're not a horse person, you might have to google this phrase. A horse that's « barn spoiled » is one that spontaneously starts trotting and wants to gallop as soon as he is turned back toward the barn during a trail ride. He wants to get back to his oats and nice brush down. A nice allegory for the fellow who wants to get straight back home after a day at work.


Lyrics

(chorus)
Barn Spoiled, can’t help what I do,
yes I’m
Barn Spoiled
Like a barn spoiled nag
I’m gallopin’ home to you Some folks hit the happy hour when the workin’ day is done
Have a few laughs and knock back a beer and a shot
But I can’t join ‘em when they tell me it’s time to have some fun
‘Cause you turn me toward home and I break into a trot

(chorus)

Some folks try to tell me yeah she’s got you on a string,
But they don’t know what’s waitin’ at home you see
Every time I hear that buzzer ring and I’m passing by the clock
Home corral’s already callin’ me

(chorus)

Well maybe it’s got something to do with the lady I’ve got waitin’
Waitin’ with a love that’s true and I ain’t hesitatin’
Or maybe it’s the clothes she wore
Last time she met me at the door
But I ain’t waitin’ anymore

(chorus)

Acoustic guitars, bass: René Gely
Dobro (resonator guitar): Chris Barclay
Violin: Michael Ball
Drums, Harmonica: DNO

 

David Nelson Ostrosser

Story

A gentle, Western-Swing flavoured love song.


Lyrics

(chorus)
Precious little time to spend with precious you
Moments all too fleeting, all too few
We've got our lives to lead and things to do
And not much precious time to spend with precious you
When we're together  are the moments I remember
The spots of sunlight through the shadows 'neath the trees
It's imprinted in my mind, and when we're far away
I go back to that time and I'm with you that day

(chorus)

Well it's a pretty little café in the city
Your gospel hair, your blue jean eyes, your tender kiss
When I'm alone I can be happy, but it's not the same
As the happiness I feel when I'm with you again

(final chorus)
Precious little time to spend with precious you
Moments all to fleeting, all too few
One day things will change, I'll marry you
And I'll spend all my livin' days just lovin' you

Piano: Ian Clyne
Harmony vocal: Christine Graves
Electric and acoustic guitars, bass: René Gely
Steel Guitar: Al Bragg
Drums: Ross Murray

David Nelson Ostrosser

Story

One of my more popular tunes. Has featured on Mp3.com and been well-played on radio (well-played for one of my songs, that is).


Lyrics

(chorus)
You're only a daydream away
And so close to my heart anyway
I can't be with you as much as I'd wish to
But you're on my mind to stay
And you're only a daydream away

You're in my eyes every time that I try
To get done my job and I don't wonder why
I just overheard the boss say
Just look at him daydream away

(chorus)

The times we're together I treasure them so
I capture a moment and I won't let it go
I keep it till some lonely day
And then I just daydream away

Daydream away
Daydream away
You're on my mind to stay
And you're only a daydream away

Piano, guitar, bass: René Gely
Steel guitar: Al Bragg
Violin: Michael Ball
Drums: DNO

David Nelson Ostrosser

Story

This is the only song that has come to me in a dream. I was flipping through the records in a used record store, and I came upon an album by Poco, that great 70s country-rock band. The album was called "How I Came to Fall". When I awoke, however, I realized that Poco never had an album called "How I Came to Fall", and it was up to me to write the song.


Lyrics

Takin’ good love for granted,that’s how I came to fall

Once I had a woman, she loved me like a wife,
Started us a family, we were set for love for life.
But a fling one night, in a local bar, with a dancer from Montreal
She found out about it, that’s how I came to fall

Used to have a good job, I was really really on the rise
A kid with big ambitions, you could see it in my eyes
But with worryin’ about my family, I wasn’t always on the ball
My star began descending, that’s how I came to fall

(chorus)

Well I was fine till I let my mind wander to rest no more,
Now my heart is cold and it feels like my soul’s out beggin’
from door-to-door
Sittin’ here, behind this beer, thinkin’ about it all
Takin’ good love for granted,that’s how I came to fall

Well I was on the wagon, but the wagon didn’t roll for me
Still I knew the barroom, was not the place to be
Weeks went by, and I was dry, till one day my little girl called
I let it all get to me, that’s how I came to fall

(chorus)

Sittin’ here, behind this beer, talkin' to my alcohol
Takin’ good love for granted, that’s how I came to fall

Guitars, bass: René Gely
Drums, organ: DNO

 

David Nelson Ostrosser

Story

One of the best songs on here, with gorgeous strings arranged by René Gely


Lyrics

I was sitting at a little red felt-covered table,
I was reflecting on my fate,
I’d drank about as much as I was able to
I was in a lonely state
Then she blew in on her angel wings,
Pretty as an angel could be
She said « I gotta’ get off my feet
Would you mind a little company ? »

I pulled back a chair and signaled the waitress
To bring us round a couple of beer,
Then I started with the small talk
« So what brings you in here ? »
She just smile,  it was a work of art
Right there she had me, she’d stole my heart
The place was filling up with the late night crowd
I said « Let’s go somewhere quiet, it’s gettin' too loud »
She said « I'll go with you, but you know my time my ain't free »
But I liked her so much, I bought the company.

(chorus)

I liked her so much I bought the company
I would have taken her home and loved her for eternity
But I guess when you go down that road, once you're walking those streets
You can't turn round too easily
But I liked her so much, I bought the company

Now her goodbye kiss is still warm on my lips
But that's nothin' that you couldn’t condone
I need some green, gotta’ find a bank machine
So I can pay my taxi home
The streetlights are fading, we'd talked until dawn,
She sure knew I wasn't any regular john,
Finally interrupted by her ringtone,
Someone was calling on her cellphone
She said « I'll go with you. » And that was the end for me.
But I liked her so much, and she'd kept me company.

(chorus)

Piano: Ian Clyne
Cello: Andrée Préfontaine
Violin: Véronique Turcotte
Guitar, bass: René Gely
String arrangement by René Gely

David Nelson Ostrosser

Story

Sunshine pop inspired by Small Circle of Friends, but more what I imagined SCF to be - I'd ordered the album but hadn't received it yet!


Lyrics

You call me a loser, Claim I've got no empathy
Too much of a boozer, How did you end up with me?
Well I don't know if what you say is true
But I've got just one thing to say to you

(chorus)

I am rubber, you are glue
Everything you say, bounces off me
And sticks to you

Already you're harpin', The minute that I get back home
You can't wait to start in, Complainin' to your mother on the telephone
Well I don't care what they may think of me
Or how you put me down relentlessly

(chorus)

(bridge)
You think you can hurt me with your words And so you try
But I just sit here thinkin' Well that's you but what am I?

I’ve got no motivation
If people could hear you talk
I'm leadin the nation
In goofin' off around the clock
And though it does get to me now and then
You're just talkin' 'bout yourself again

(chorus)

Piano: Ian Clyne
Backing vocals: Christine Graves
Guitar, bass, organ, harmony vocals: René Gely
Drums, trumpets: DNO

 

David Nelson Ostrosser

Story

Summers are hot in Quebec, so when the ice-cream man comes pedalling through the neighbourhood it's a big deal and the kids come pouring out of the backyards at the sound of the "G'Ling G'Ling" (the bells of the ice-cream bike).


Lyrics

(chorus)
G'Ling Gling
G'Ling Gling
C'est une belle journée d'été
Et si ta maman veut, elle peut goûter
G'Ling G'Ling
Do you want something?

Chaque matin, premières lueurs de midi,
Moi je m'enfourche mon G'Ling G'Ling
Je parcours toutes les rues dans la grosse chaleur
En faisant sonner la cloche de mon triporteur

(chorus)

À quatre heure et quart le soleil tape dans mon dos
Les femmes m'invitent dedans pour prendre un bon p'tit verre d'eau,
Je jase et me repose avec la dame de la place
Pendant que les enfants jousent dehors avec leur fusée en glace

G'Ling Gling
G'Ling Gling

(bridge)
C'est pas facile quand on n'est pas instruit
Je fais G'Ling G'Ling pour gagner ma vie
G'Ling Gling
G'Ling Gling

Les enfants m'adorent presque autant que leur père,
Ils crient G'Ling G'Ling puis s'en vont chercher leur mère
G'Ling G'Ling
Do you want something?
Do you want something?

(ça commence à être dûr à pédaler)


Piano, electric and acoustic guitars, bass: René Gely
Drums: Ross Murray
Trumpets: DNO
Children: Léa Gely, Rémie-Claire Ostrosser-Strong

David Nelson Ostrosser

Story

This is an old tune, recorded in the 80s, in fact, with a few things added and remixed. Just a funky tune about unrequited love.


Lyrics

(chorus)
Love Ain't Fair
Love Ain't Fair to me (repeat)
You know you hurt me tremendously
Hurt me relentlessly

When I first set my eyes on you it
Felt like I was coming alive
And when I got to know you
Well it almost seemed as though
You wanted me to keep you satisfied
But when I called you up, you said
"Can't you call again some other time"
I tried to get through to you
But with everything I'd do it seemed like
I was only wastin' my dimes

(chorus)

Well down at the ball game
You were cheerin' till your eyes met mine
I was trying to get to see you
But it always seemed to be
You got away and left me
Standin' on the foul line

(chorus)


Harmony vocals: Maureen Klyne
Guitars: Doug Ostrosser
Bass: Dave Cholodylo
Piano, Drums: DNO

David Nelson Ostrosser

Story

This tune was recorded on my little Zoom H4 under Autoroute 50 in an underpass that seemed to sound pretty good. You can hear the trucks passing overhead.


Lyrics

Ain’t Much Meat on the Hook
Ain’t much meat on the hook
No there ain’t much meat on the hook
You did what you could to make it look good
But there ain’t much meat on the hook

Well, it's down to the fishin’ hole with my friend Hugo
To catch a denizen of the deep
We like ‘em fightin’ but today they ain’t bitin’
Figurin’ they must be asleep
Is it our casting that’s off or
Are they sizin’ up what we have to offer
Observin’ with a critical eye

There ain’t much meat on the hook
No there ain’t much meat on the hook
The grasshopper’s nice, the worm’s all right
But it doesn’t rate a second look
There ain’t much meat on the hook
Just didn’t have what it took
You did what you could, to make it look good
But there ain’t much meat on the hook

Well, Skinny Little Annie with the cute little fanny,
Won’t stop givin’ me the eye
But if I ever weaken my future will be bleak and you can
Kill me cause I’d much rather die
From her good side her qualities are many
But when she turns around she doesn’t have any
Visible to the critical eye

There ain’t much meat on the hook
No there ain’t much meat on the hook
She looks like she must’ve been goalie for the dart team
Doesn’t rate a second look
There ain’t much meat on the hook
Just didn’t have what it took
She  did what she could, to make it look good
But there ain’t much meat on the hook

Now what can go wrong when you’re writin’ a song
As catchy as this one here?
I’ll be submittin’ this tune in a contest soon
Can I share my one big fear?
It’s if Paula Abdul or a similar tasteless fool
Listens with a critical ear [and says]

Ain’t much meat on the hook
No there ain’t much meat on the hook
The title’s fine but it’s the only good line
And you don’t rate a second look
There ain’t much meat on the hook
Didn’t have what it took
You  did what you could, to make it sound good
But there ain’t much meat on
there ain’t much meat on
there ain’t much meat on the hook

Something seems missin’
Ain’t worth a second listen
The idea’s there but the bones are bare
There ain’t much meat on the hook.


Guitar: Hugo Lyrette
Harmonica: DNO

David Nelson Ostrosser

Story

Ross Murray remixed this one at his Happyrock studios in Chelsea, Quebec.


Lyrics

Sometimes when I go wandering I like to check out the goods
In a funky kinda’ quaint little Second Hand Store in my neighbourhood
In between a percolator that won’t perk
And a whole pile of TV’s where half don’t  work
I’m sure to pick up something that I like.
 Well that day the wind was a-howlin’ out  I had to slip inside
And ain’t no tellin’ what kind of thing was there for me to find
An encyclopedia from 1949
Or somea black-light paintings that would blow your mind
But I had no idea what this place had in store (oh no…)

(chorus)
I fell in love at first sight in the second-hand store
A new love was mine when she walked through the door
This old heart about fell on the floor
When I fell in love at first sight in the second-hand store

Now we’re together and I want you to know, people she’s something delectable
No more wasting our precious time looking for something collectible
‘Cause in the midst of all that antiquity,
She must’ve been lookin’ for the same thing as me
I fell in love for the best time in my life

(chorus)

Violin: Michael Ball
Dobro (resonator guitar): Chris Barclay
Electric and acoustic guitars, bass: René Gely
Harmony vocal: Christine Graves
Drums: Ross Murray

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