Tim Scott

Tim Scott

 Denton, Texas, USA
SoloAlternativeSinger/Songwriter

Singer/Songwriter
Alt Country

Biography

Better order a shot before last call because Tim Scotts second album, Rarely Fall is gonna touch places you forgot were tender. After the first guitar riff, there you are in his makeshift Denton, Texas studio, beer in hand listening to his stories as he scribbles lyrics on the back of a receipt. His voice soft and sad, or gravelly and mad as hell, while confessing things you thought only you went through.


Though Fabletowns sense of adventure is still there, Rarely Fall lays bare the dark, smoky intimate side of lost love, longing and jealousy. Fabletown was written in third person as a concept album dealing with life through storytelling, explains Tim. I felt that the time was right to bring the listener to where I was when I wrote these songsa more personal place.


Tim sings of loves that failed, Silk will lose its softness while it unweaves and the one he hopes will last, Should I wake, with you beside me, in my arms come morning light. I will offer up this simple prayer in hopes this lonely man finally got it right. Sound familiar? Thats because honesty like this is sometimes only seen in the mirror the morning after. But its here on 11 expertly crafted tracks that take you from a ship bound for WWII to a kitchen floor conversation between two old friends. And Suddenly a flood of stories flow when the levee breaks.


His process is a lot like chipping at a levee, note by note, until hes deluged with ideas. I don't know where the songs come from actually, or how and when they will appear. I just head out to the studio, pick up one of my guitars and start playing, says Tim. If I find a chord progression I like, the words just seem to write themselves.


Though Rarely Fall takes a candid look at past mistakes, it also acknowledges lessons learned and looks to the future. In the title song, Tim takes his place among those who have come before himthe ones who supported and guided him on his journey. As the tracks unfold, you can tell who they areDan Fogelberg, John Lennon, George Harrison and Warren Zevon. The lyrics say it all, So I spin another story like those before I still raise my penTheres a common thread between us though we often stumble, we rarely fall. That common thread is the ability to take a handful of words, a few chords and a shitload of honesty to grab people right where they live. Tims got it down good.


If you cant get enough of Tim live, Rarely Fall is the closest youll get outside of jumping in the truck and paying a cover charge. The album is just as raw and moody as the live show, and you get the benefit of Erik Herbsts genius mixing and engineering. From day one in the studio, Erik and I knew exactly where we wanted to go with this project, Tim explains. It was both strange and very cool that after only a few discussions and the time it took to lay down and listen to the demos, I knew we were going to capture the mood and feel that I wanted. Tim plays rhythm guitar and sings all lead and background vocals backed by drums, bass, keyboard, pedal steel guitar, fiddle and the sad, sweet sound of the mandolin. Its almost last callbetter order that shot, get yourself a copy of Rarely Fall and a couple for your ex-lovers.

Lyrics

Bad Blood

Written By: Tim Scott

Bad Blood

No one comes round here, asking How ya been.
No one comes round here, don't blame them a bit
Cause there has been talk of bad blood on the air
And on the wind you can still hear that gypsy lady wail

There's a calm we all know … Before every storm
Never once in your life have you heard its alarm
Cause there is still talk of bad blood on the air
And on the wind you can still hear that gypsy lady wail

She promised you a life, of jewels and gold
She read it in your palm but was the story every really told
Ya made your millions and yes you had your fun
Now the gypsy lady's waiting in the shadows to, take you home

(chorus)

And there is no longer bad blood on the air
And on the wind you no longer hear that gypsy lady wail
And on the wind you no longer hear that gypsy lady wail
Until somebody needs that gypsy lady's wind
Until somebody needs that gypsy lady's wind
Until somebody needs that gypsy lady's wind … too
Fill their sail

Words and music by TIm Scott

Ten Years In that Hole

Written By: TIm Scott


Ten years in that hole, ten years in that hole, ten years in that hole
My wife raised five kids alone, my wife raised five kids alone, my wife raised five kids alone
After ten years in that hole, after ten years in that hole, after ten years in that hole

That foreman's no kin of mine, that foreman's no kin of mine, that foreman's no kin of mine
After ten years in that hole, after ten years in that hole, after ten years in that hole

My baby girl she died last Sunday, My baby girl she died last Sunday, My baby girl she died last Sunday,
No Papa here to know, No Papa here to know, No Papa here to know,

(chorus)
Got no reason for spending time down here
Everything you love you throw away except for fear

The earth shook so off I go, The earth shook so off I go, The earth shook so off I go
After ten years in that hole, after ten years in that hole, after ten years in that hole

(chorus)
Got no reason for spending time down here
Everything I've loved I've thrown away except for fear

Hope God's got run for me, Hope God's got run for me, Hope God's got run for me,
After ten years in that hole, after ten years in that hole, after ten years in that hole

Words and music by Tim Scott

A Mighty Punch

Written By: TIm Scott

A Mighty Punch

You pick a man up just to teach him a lesson
No politics involved yet power's your only mission
Well you got a soul but only seen it once
And drama always wins out and packs a mighty punch

(chorus)
Guess it's finally time for me to head out
and catch back up with the road I long forgot

Well your laughing' at me you say oh no not again
A hundred times before you heard those threats

(chorus)
But this time I'll back my threats up good
Pack up my dreams and my Chevy too
Guess it's finally time for me to head out
and catch back up with the road I 'd long forgot

Well I know much more then I'll ever show
but trying to get a word in kinda wears me out

(chorus)
Guess it's finally time for me to head out
And catch back up with the road I'd long forgot
And head myself on down that road
I knew so may years ago

Words and music by Tim Scott

Discography

Fabletown (LP)
Scottland Sound Music
2006

Rarely Fall (LP)
Scottland Sound Music
2008

Set List

Sets vary according to configuration and performance requirements.