Jim Pearson

Jim Pearson

BandAlternativeAdult Contemporary

Songwriter from the North of England. Alternatively pop-ish, lyrically distinctive with a British accent. The songs explore slightly left-of-centre themes, such as the tragic story of a death-row wife murderer (Sixteen years), lost innocence (Miss September 1983), the end of the world (Eskimos)...

Biography

Imagine... you are walking down the road, on your own, perhaps with a friend. You're young, although you could be any age. You're feeling carefree, or perhaps in some other mood. Anyway, you're whistling something that has stuck in your head, and you just keep hearing it and whistling it. Your friend says... "What are you whistling?". And you stop and say "I don't know".

I remember that happening to me, a life-time ago... and it would be a long time before I realised that with very little musical knowledge, anyone can write a song. That's what I do.

Early influences: Brighouse and Rastrick Brass Band, Black Sabbath, Charlie Brown.

Other influences: Steely Dan/Donald Fagen. Sufjan Stevens. Teenage Fanclub. The Divine Comedy. Elbow. Morrissey. Neil Finn...

Lyrics

Sinking ship

Written By: Jim Pearson

I had a crazy dream
The day before you called
I was on a sinking ship
You were in a rowing boat

The waves began to calm
As I took your outstretched arm

We drifted off for many days
And left the wreck behind
When I ran out of things to say
You said you didn't mind

You saved me from the storm
And your friendship kept me warm

(Chorus)
I hardly recognised your voice
You said "Hello it's me, it's been so long"
I made a selfish choice
I said "I'm sorry, but you've got the number wrong"

Thankfully we made dry land
Before we died of thirst
I said "If you ever need a helping hand...
Be sure you call me first"

Somehow we'd survived
So we got on with our lives

(Chorus)
I hardly recognised your voice
You said "Hello it's me, it's been so long"
I made a selfish choice
I said "I'm sorry, but you've got the number wrong"

I hardly recognised your voice
You said "Hello old friend, it's been so very long"
I made a heartless choice
And said "I'm sorry, but I think you've got the number wrong"

I had a crazy dream
The day after you called
It was you that went down in the storm
And somehow I had stayed afloat

And to my endless shame
I watched you slowly drown
And I never heard from you again

Sixteen years

Written By: Jim Pearson

I used to worry while she was gone
She went out shopping, said she wouldn't be gone long
But sixteen years have passed me by
Since they found me guilty, 'cos I didn't have an alibi

When she came back they set me free
I got a pardon but I got no apology
But after sixteen years dependancy
The only place I call my home is in the penatentiary

I begged forgiveness from above
Before I shot the only girl that I have ever loved
I waited for the cops and handed them my gun
I said "take me back to prison boys, 'cos justice must be done"

Finally they've come to shave my head
For sixteen years I waited to be dead
So bury me next to the girl who caused me so much pain
And write this on my headstone, "she will never leave my side again"

Chat room

Written By: Jim Pearson

You've got a photograph of me
I've got a photograph of you
But we have never really met
Nor are we ever likely to

'Cos we meet in a chat room

Where I completely lose myself
And become somebody new
I've got duel personality
But this one's just for you

'Cos we meet in a chat room

And when we fantasize about our first embrace
I'll kiss you in a strange exotic place
I can just imagine you in a state of fallen grace
But I'm not sure I recognize your face

Sometimes it's easy to forget
You're probably not Bridgette Bardot
And I'm guessing you would place a bet
I'm not an astronaut from Monte Carlo

'Cos we meet in a chat room

Then one day you told me you had had a good idea
Why don't you come and visit in real life
And in that chilling moment I knew that I had gone too far
'Cos how would I explain you to my wife

You've got a photograph of me
I've got a photograph of you
But we have never really met
Nor are we ever likely to

'Cos we meet in a chat room
I met you in a chat room
And I left you in a chat room

What frightens you?

Written By: Jim Pearson

What frightens you?
Lying awake in the dark
Watching the shadows appear from you past
Thinking that nothing you touch ever lasts

So open the windows
And look under your bed
You won’t find any secrets
Because they’re all in your head

What frightens you?
Falling asleep at the wheel
Dreaming of speeding and closing your eyes
Every new day is a white-knuckle ride

So look away from the wreckage
And walk all the way home
You will never fell totally safe
Until your all on your own

What frightens you?
Feelings that you can’t control
Silently drifting away from the shore
Nobody knows what they want anymore

When you find yourself stranded
You can send up a flare
It won't be me that comes running
'Cos I'll always be there

Long way home

Written By: Jim Pearson

When I beheld my lucky charm
Watching at the village dance
I knew I had to take her arm
Before I joined the boys in France

I believe some things are meant to be
When I needed her, my darling came to me

I told her I was scared to death
And didn’t want to be along
She whispered with an angel’s breath
“Walk with me the long way home”

I believe some things are meant to be
When I needed her, my darling came to me

But I’ve been changed by the mud and bloody gore
I doubt she’d even recognise the boy I was before

The silence of the day’s first light
Is weighing on our bones
With every muscle pulling tight
It’s time to walk the long way home

I believe she was with me when I fell
She led me from the gaping jaws of hell

And I believe she lay down next to me
She kept me warm until I fell asleep

When I awoke from her gentle lullaby
I was in a field of poppies, there was nothing left to die

She walked with me the long way home

Over to you Bob

Written By: Jim Pearson

Every night at 6pm
I sit in the house with my TV on
There's a man I watch who I admire
With o-zone hair and smart attire

I live my life of luxury
With a remote control sitting on my knee
But I wish that I was just like him
The epitome of the American Dream

It's over to you Bob
It's over to you Bob
Read us the news from your auto cue

He likes to keep his image clean
But he's Mr Hyde when he's off-screen
He wears the most expensive clothes
His fortune's going up his nose

He was caught messing 'round with a porno queen
He's forty-two she's just nineteen
He'll try anything you've got to sell
'Cos he's far too poular to go to jail

Now it's over to you Bob
It's over to you Bob
Read us the news from your auto cue

He got a wake-up call he can't ignore
The shut the door on him at Betty Ford's

Now his wife has left him with the kids in tow
And he's lost his job from his own TV show
He's kept his popularity
But he ain't the main he used to be

It's over to you Bob
It's over to you Bob
Read us the news from your auto cue

It's over to you Bob
It's over to you Bob
Read us the news from your auto cue

Discography

"Some songs by Jim Pearson" Nov 06
http://cdbaby.com/cd/jimpearson

Set List

Live acoustic set:
Sinking ship
Mary and me
Smile like you mean it (Cover - listen here www.myspace.com/jimpearson
Miss September 1983
Eskimos
Waiting for nothing
Sixteen years
People can change
And many more...