Salim Nourallah

Salim Nourallah

 Dallas, Texas, USA
BandPopSinger/Songwriter

"discovering a singer-songwriter who can stop time is rare, but Salim Nourallah is such a find..." (Rolling Stone).

Biography

If a Beatle was left in the desert at age 3 and raised in El Paso, Texas, you’d have Salim Nourallah…
Salim is a North Texas music scene fixture not only as a singer, songwriter & band leader but also as a producer. After gaining initial acclaim with the Denton-based Nourallah Brothers he’s gone on to release a half dozen solo albums and produce a fine list of many others (including records by the Old 97s, Rhett Miller, Deathray Davies, Carter Albrecht & the Damnwells). His solo debut Polaroid (2004) was met with reviews like this one:“discovering a singer-songwriter who can stop time is rare, but Salim Nourallah is such a find…” (Rolling Stone). Beautiful Noise followed in 2006 to more critical acclaim and Salim swept the Dallas Observer music awards with Best Album/Best Song and Best Producer. Salim went on to win 7 consecutive Observer Awards for Best Producer. Nourallah's 6th full length solo record, Skeleton Closet, was released in August of this year to more rave reviews like "Masterful balance of the said and the unsaid…Skeleton Closet is like a good novel, full of implications and shadowy contradictions and complexities.” (DUSTED). "8.3" (Paste Magazine)

Lyrics

1978

Written By: salim nourallah

let’s go back to 1978, oh yeah
where were you in 1978, oh yeah
when the days were long and slow
now they’re gone before you know

no one died in 1978, oh yeah
stayed alive in 1978, oh yeah
pappa drove a Cadillac
and we all wore leisure slacks

let’s go back to 1978, oh yeah
where were you in 1978, oh yeah
guess you really had to be there

met a girl in 1978, oh yeah
i was eleven and she was just eight
could she date an older man?
would her parents understand?

met a girl in 1978, oh yeah
out of gas in 1978, oh yeah
guess you really had to be there
i’m sure you really had to be there

the world is full of people 9who want to hurt you)

Written By: salim nourallah

the world is full of people who want to hurt you
they’ll stick out a hand, then take it right back

the world is full of people want to hurt you
they’ve been tortured and scared since the day they were born

i wonder how it feels to hate
so much
i wonder how it feels to hate
your guts

the world is full of people who want to hurt you
stuff your message of love up the end of their guns
the world is full of people will desert you
take a good look around…they’re not to be found

i wanna keep you safe and sound
from them
i wanna keep the world from
crashing in

the world is full of people who want to hurt you…

broken homes all in a row, there’s someone there
who’ll grow to want to hurt you
hit you hate you, bend you break you
anyway they can, they’d like to hurt you
laugh about it, shout about it
doubt it all you want, they wanna hurt you
don’t you understand…
they wanna hurt you
i’ll stop ‘em if i can
won’t let them hurt you

the world is full of people…

pictures collected

Written By: salim nourallah

a picture of your family when you were only three
a picture of a castle a picture of a beach
a picture on your birthday a picture on your bike
a picture can be taken of anything you like

pictures we’ve collected of our lives
so we can reflect from time to time

a picture of an uncle who died when he was young
a picture of a robot a picture of your son
a picture of your father when he was only five
that picture made you wish that he was still alive

pictures we’ve collected of our lives
so we can reflect from time to time
pictures of the good times that we’ve had
i hope there’s more of them than there are bad

pictures at a party pictures of a peach
people taking pictures that you’d like to reach
pictures on vacation pictures of some pets
people taking pictures of their relatives

pictures at the office pictures at the zoo
people always pointing cameras right at you
pictures of the in-laws pictures of the ex
pictures of some people we’d all like to forget

pictures we’ve collected of our lives
so we can reflect from time to time

a picture of a mother a picture of some friends
a picture of a baby bouncing in a crib
pictures stuffed in boxes pictures put in books
i put mine in a frame so you can have a look

pictures we’ve collected of our lives
so we can reflect from time to time
pictures of the good times that we’ve had
i think there’s more of them than there are bad

gentlemen take polaroids in leisure suits
soldiers snapping photos in their combat boots
tourists from japan prefer the handy cam
but they’ll kindly offer you a helping hand

staring at the little kid i used to be
wonder what that little kid would think of me
in the frame the lines of past and present blur
i don’t wanna see that photograph no more

pictures we’ve collected over time
so we can reflect upon our lives
pictures of the good times that we’ve had
i hope there’s more of them than there are bad
i hope there’s more of them than there are bad

oh, pictures….pictures

the wrong road

Written By: salim nourallah

do you ever get the feeling
your life could’ve been
something better, more appealing
than what it became…

do you go back to the moment
those choices were made
that effected every second
you spent from that day

do you ever get the feeling?
that you somehow might’ve taken…
the wrong road, yeah
the wrong road
the wrong road, oh
the wrong road

all your teardrops in a puddle
like nails in your feet
how you’ve damaged how you’ve muddled
the failure complete

you expect the world to hold you
in hers arms and weep
at the horrible decisions
you now clearly see

do you ever get the feeling?
that somehow you might’ve taken…

the wrong road, oh
the wrong road
the wrong road, yeah
the wrong road

i’ve made mistakes enough to fill
the grand canyon and then have leftovers still
i’ve lost the plot to find my way
and the most likely chance is i’m still gonna take

the wrong road yeah the wrong road
the wrong road oh the wrong road

do you ever get the feeling?

saint georges

Written By: salim nourallah

saint georges
opens the door to a couple of kids
huge glasses
nervous and grinning
“can we come in?”

cool grimace etched on her face
as the hangover strikes
we ask “is jeffrey at home?”
as her menthol lights

saint georges
shuffles her feet like the solitaire deck
that beckons her to the dealing
back on her bed

TV on curtains are drawn
always night in this room
afternoon cocktail in hand
cigarette in bloom

“what is your name?”
saint georges…
“what is your game?”
it’s boredom…
“what do you see when you turn out the lights
and you’re falling asleep?”

where is your life?
saint georges
how did you die
from boredom?
3 flights of stairs
did your neck break the fall where you happened to land?

clock strikes ten
georges is prowling the hallways again
den bar is open all night
so it’s on the house

suddenly happy and chatty
the gloom disappears
but witty banter falls flat on
gerald’s deaf ears

the sun came up the sun went down
spent drinking in your dressing gown
the years rolled on but time stood still for you

what was your name?
what was your game?
who did you see when you looked in the mirror
and were they a saint?

where did it go?
saint georges
how could you know?
of course not
life is what happens when we’re busy making
our throwaway plans
life is what happened while you were just dealing
your throwaway hand

the sun came up, the sun went down
drinking in your dressing gown
send good son jeffrey on his way
for bloody mary’s at your grave

don't mind me

Written By: salim nourallah

i’ve fallen, can’t get up
i’m down, i’ve had enough
violent words spill from my mouth
from broken thoughts i spit them out

don’t mind me today

i’m stuck here seeing red
better off left for dead
i only see futility
and ugly things surrounding me

don’t mind me today
don’t mind what i say

all i wanna be
is happy, can’t you see

all of this will pass
this sadness never lasts
so don’t mind me…don’t mind me today

on days it comes to this
your patience i request
if i came to you on bended knees
begging forgiveness please

don’t mind me
don’t mind me
don’t mind me today…don’t mind me today

Unstoppable

Written By: Salim Nourallah

you are only 5, barely been alive
but you know so much
riding on your bike, dreaming what you like
got a painter’s touch

unstoppable…unstoppable

swimming in a pool, learn to tie your shoes
going off to school
we struggle to let go, teach you what we know
but then time is cruel

it’s unstoppable…unstoppable

so who you gonna be
who you gonna be when you’re all grown up?
who you gonna be, who you gonna be when you’re over us?

yeah, who you gonna be, who you gonna be
when you’re all grown up?
who you gonna be, who you gonna be when you’re over us?

doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo

but i’ll take today, sit and watch you play
it’s the greatest time
you’re a pure delight, mischief in your eyes
and you’ve got this mind

that’s unstoppable…unstoppable

so who you gonna be when you’re all grown up?
yeah, who you gonna be, who you gonna be when you’re over us?

Discography

a way to your heart ep (2004)
polaroid (2004)
beautiful noise (2005)
live at pleasantry lane (2007)
snowing in my heart (2007)
ciphers from snowing (2008)
constellation (2009)

Set List

i'll be around (from nourallah brothers)
1978 (polaroid)
the world is full of people (beautiful noise)
montreal (beautiful noise)
don't be afraid (snowing in my heart)
be here now (constellation)
stranger in my own skin (constellation)
black and white boy (crowded house cover)
saint georges (constellation)
she'd walk a mile (nourallah brothers)
so down (snowing in my heart)
avenue (a way to your heart)
a way to your heart