Craig Mercer

Craig Mercer

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Front-man of The Jimmy Swift Band (JSB) Craig Mercer is currently working on his first solo album, due in stores in the Fall of 2007. Known across Canada for his rock and roll voice, amazing musicality and stage presence, JSB fans are in for a treat as Mercer shares a new dimension of his talents

Other Info

Union: 
AFM
Cover band: 
No

Lyrics

The Bend

Written By: Craig Mercer

Time moves on - dragging me - away from now...

And ease the pain - of the falling rain - the falling rain
The sun went down - and i closed my eyes - i closed my eyes...

And everything is coming around
Everything is coming around...

Time moves on - dragging me - away from you
But the sun will rise - on eastern skies - eastern skies

And everything is coming around
Everything is coming around
But meanwhile everything is running aground...

The Bend...

Bumps In The Road

Written By: Craig Mercer

These bumps in the road tell more stories than anyone
These bumps in the road we don't know where they're coming from
Why don't we fix them?
It seems that they can't be repaired
For whenever they are they always just pop up again
They're determined to slow you down
They're determined to slow you down...

These bumps in the road tell more stories than anyone
These bumps in the road we just can't get enough of them
Why do we ride them it feels like we must be impaired
And whenever i fall down I'm not sure i'll get back up again
they're determined to slow you down...
they're determined to slow you down...

And all these miles and miles of road
They carry a heavy load
But I know they're leading me somewhere
We're spending too much time in the van
Just doing the best we can
To get by...

And as a man about town i think it's time i put my foot down
Cause i like things smooth so it can all flow a little easier
Everybody loves an easy ride...
Everybody loves an easy ride...

No more bumps in the road
No more bumps in the road...

Yard Sale

Written By: Craig Mercer

I can't let go of anything it seems
I've got stuff in my closet
That's so old, that it dreams
Of the days it had purpose
And if I just had the resolve
To be true to myself
Well the problems that would solve

Then this feeling in my stomach
Just might go away
For a day or maybe even two.

And cause there's nothing
Left to do I write (I write)
Trying to keep sight
Of an objective that seems right
But it all seems to get lost
In this flurry of thought
And becomes just as cluttered
As my closet (as my closet)

It seems I can't let go of anything
And all the while I'm stuck with nothing, nothing to lose
I think it's time I did some housecleaning
I've got enough shit here to have a yard sale and everything must go

I can't let go of anything it seems
I've got stuff in my closet
That's so old, that it dreams
Of the days it had purpose
And if I just had the resolve
To be true to myself
Well the problems that would solve

Then this feeling in my stomach
Just might go away
For a day or maybe even two

I think its time I did some houscleaning

I've got enough shit here to have a yard sale
And everything must go
Yeah everything must go
Yeah everything must go
Everything must go
And everything must