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I Meant It To Be Sweet

by Tommy Wallach

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1.
I bet Christ must have seemed cold Cause you’d really have to be To truly love everyone You’d need a bird’s-eye view Stay out of the trenches Only let ‘em touch your feet Only let ‘em know your bloody heart In the wine they drink And the bread they eat Go away And hope they still believe you when you say Oh, I am here Oh, I am here I have watched, as if through glass, My heart rewrite the truth Some lies for you, more for myself They are my favorite kind But if I were cold, as cold as Christ I could finally tell it straight All the love, all the hurt All the shit that I couldn’t bring myself to say Then I’d open my arms and call your name Oh, I am here Oh, I am here Oh, I am here Oh, I am here
2.
Misanthrope 05:43
Am I being curt? Don’t you know this hurts More than it hurts you? Breaking up is hard to do Blah blah blah Blah blah blah Darling dear, it’s cruel Don’t you know the golden rule? Don’t do what you don’t want done to you You think I get enjoyment from others’ disappointment? What if I do? You do too Oh misanthrope You’re my last hope If we’re still alone in twenty years Let’s be alone together Oh misanthrope You’re my best hope If we’re still around in twenty years Let’s fool around together Sorry everyone You’re all just too dumb For overeducated folks like us Why don’t you just get off of our bus? Beep beep beep Beep beep beep, yeah But the cops of love are smart Our trail of broken hearts Is all the proof they’ll need I fear To lock us away for a hundred years Well here’s to that Cheers to that Oh misanthrope You’re my last hope If we’re still alone in twenty years Let’s be alone together Oh misanthrope You’re my best hope If we’re still around in twenty years Let’s fool around together Oh misanthrope You’re my last hope If we’re still alone in twenty years, let’s be alone together Oh misanthrope You’re my best hope If we’re still around in twenty years, let’s fool around together
3.
You say I can’t write a simple song I’m not saying you’re wrong But I don’t think you care It’s just a metaphor For other things I can’t do simply Like I won’t ever tell you yes or no Will I stay or go? Help me cut this cleverness And say just what I mean This is what they call coming clean Oooo, Occam’s Razor Oooo, slit my wrists But make it quick Keep it simple, stupid Cause simple doesn’t mean it’s a cliché If you were to say I love you and I’ll love you For forever, time untold Well that one never gets too old But life is not as simple as a song It goes on too long And every time I cross a bridge The chorus seems to change At least this one stays the same Oooo, Occam’s Razor Oooo, slit my wrists But make it quick Keep it simple, stupid You say I can’t write a simple song
4.
Helpless 04:50
Your clothes folded away in multicolored piles Your shoes lined up like dogs awaiting your return Don’t say it, I know it I counted all the hangers in the hall Oooo Doors shut, windows locked up, and all the lights are out Come ghosts, sit by the fire of water set to boil Don’t say it, I know it I heard it all, I guess it’s time I learned Oooo I’m helpless now I’m helpless now Stalemate, no move to make, the king’s about to fall Wash up, stare at your screens, hear voices in the walls Cold fingers, your fingers Now nothing keeps these fingers occupied Oooo I’m helpless now I’m helpless now These boxes in boxes of someone’s tried-on life I’m helpless now I’m helpless now
5.
No I have never danced the tango And the merengue leaves me cold And though I’ve dipped my toe in salsa It just reminds me that I’m old But if you’re looking for a partner Please won’t you shuffle down the line I pas-de-deux so I can hold you I’m waltzing just to make you mine And when I told you to be careful of your feet I meant it to be sweet, to be sweet I knew someday you’d be ready for romancing If I could only keep you dancing I did it just to keep you dancing It may not be as we remember But was it ever very much? Our first few steps may be a stumble Oh, but it’s worth it just to touch So leave an opening on your dance card Each Friday night from ten to twelve If all goes wrong we’ll blame the music If we don’t try we’ll blame ourselves And when I told you to be careful of your feet I meant it to be sweet, to be sweet I knew someday you’d be ready for romancing If I could only keep you dancing I did it just to keep you dancing Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, oh… I knew someday you’d be ready for romancing If I could only keep you dancing I did it just to keep you I did it just to keep you I did it just… …Oooo… …to keep you dancing
6.
Remember how we used to replace The “you” in “I love you” with “cake”? I always thought for goodness sake Let her be the one who breaks So I loved cake But what was your stake? The local store had cards up on the wall So we watched “Labyrinth” as the sky went blank I wanted you so bad the night you stayed But it was the first time I drank Don’t feel bad I wouldn’t want you to Don’t feel bad you never loved me Cause I knew That’s not to say you never cared You cared enough to cut the cord When I was cruel as I could be But cruelty was a luxury You couldn’t afford You couldn’t afford Don’t feel bad I wouldn’t want you to Don’t feel bad you never loved me Cause I knew Knew you had your way Way alone to live Knew you then so I Can forgive Can forgive I met a boy who lost your heart Now you’re his Amelia Earhart Thank god we never got the chance to start Don’t feel bad I wouldn’t want you to Don’t feel bad you never loved me Cause I knew Yes I knew
7.
Dolores Park 04:32
Oh to be young and inebriated Everything numb but your heart Can nobody see how patiently you’ve waited Waited for someone to start? You’re waiting for someone who knows who you are Sensitive soul, simmer down You think that the world just cares for cribs and cars That nobody’s found what you’ve found But in this park under this sky We’re all just little boys With little dreams and little broken wishes Spread around like toys And if you just reach out your hand You’ll find you’re touching everything And if you open up your ears You’ll hear that each of us is singing Kiss me in the dark Breathe on my neck to keep the cold out of my bones Dolores Park I have no hand to hold Don’t let me be alone Reach out your hands, reach out your hands… And if you just reach your hand You’ll find you’re touching everything And if you open up your ears You’ll hear that each of us is singing Kiss me in the dark Breathe on my neck to keep the cold out of my bones Dolores Park I have no hand to hold Don’t let me be alone Reach out your hands, reach out your hands…
8.
When the last chord has been played And the player’s left the stage You know he won’t be gone long He’ll be back for one more song He’s making you wait, hey, hey So clap your hands and play along Make believe he’s really gone And then know true joy He is back, your favorite boy Is here to stay, till he really goes away All you have to do is applaud And applaud some more Oh what a bore Oh what a fraud It’s the charade of the encore So when I say you wrecked my life When I’m reaching for the knife You scream with all your might We both know it ends alright But then where’s the fun, huh? Huh? So tell me that you hate my guts That I must be fucking nuts And watch me drive away With the curtain left to sway My audience of one, say “Come back, we’re not done!” All you have to do is applaud And applaud some more Oh what a bore Oh what a fraud It’s the charade of the encore Cause no one wants to say goodbye (No one wants to say goodbye) Even when they say goodbye They hope it’s a lie And when I tell you to fuck off (When I tell you to fuck off) I’m just lost It’s just a figure of speech Directed at the heart of the part of you That’s already out of reach All you have to do is applaud And applaud some more Oh what a bore Oh what a fraud It’s the charade of the encore I’m leaving, I’m leaving, I’m leaving, I’m leaving, I’m leaving
9.
Whisper 03:38
I do confess that I licked your lips While you were sleeping on my shoulder that night There was a spell caught in that kiss I’m the apple that you never should bite And now you’re lost in the dream Of a love I knew was doomed from the start And your prince will never find you If I can quiet down my beating heart So I whisper, I whisper Because I never wanna wake you up And I whisper, I whisper Because I never wanna wake you up And all the fairies in the forest Go running at the sight of my face How they adore you, so sorry for you Still sleeping in my silent embrace And when I leave you, just for an hour I scream until I lose my voice Oh I would leave you, if I’d the power But my love you know you’ve left me no choice But to whisper, oh to whisper Because I never wanna wake you up And I whisper, I whisper Because I never wanna wake you up And in this quiet, I hear my conscience Saying “Boy, you let that poor child be” Oh delicious self-deception I whisper so I don’t have to scream I whisper, I whisper Because I never wanna wake you up I whisper, I whisper Because I never wanna wake you up I whisper, I whisper Because I never wanna wake you up I whisper, I whisper Because I never wanna wake you up Shh…
10.
I lose my mind… Whose heart are you breaking tonight? Whose heart are you breaking tonight? I touched your hand, you pulled away I kissed your lips, you slapped my face I said I loved you, and you told me to die Now, whose heart are you breaking tonight? Whose bed are you warming tonight? Whose bed are you warming tonight? I called you up, but you weren’t there You changed your name, you changed your hair You’ve run away, but I’ll find you in time The bed you’ll be warming is mine My love, treat me how you will I’m your slave My love, punish me when I misbehave My love, if you leave me now who will save my soul? I might lose all control (generalized creepiness) My love, when you touch me I lose my mind My love, I don’t wanna sound so unkind But my God, if you don’t come back I’m resigned to hunting you down I’m not fucking around Whose skin are you stroking tonight? Whose skin are you stroking tonight? I’ll cut him down, I’ll watch him die Don’t even want an alibi They’ll cart me off, and I will laugh till I cry For the skin you are stroking The bed you are warming The heart that used to be mine And the heart you are breaking tonight
11.
When I first met you I was ten And you would always twirl your hands In the wings before our scene I liked that Last time I saw you I fell down That isn’t like me at all But my apoplexy’s worst When I’m spooked But oh, I wouldn’t dare to speak your name out loud Don’t think that I’m too proud to bleed But still, I know that I would kill to only know The words you need You weren’t alone but he was smart He knew the words you liked to hear They were honest, they were dark They were beautiful When he first spoke to you it was In some party girl’s jacuzzi You were woozy, he was smooth You liked that, didn’t you? But oh, at least he dared to speak his dreams out loud Though he was much too proud already But still, I know that I would kill him just to know The words you need I dream of choking him to death His heartbeat halts And as he breathes his final breath You and I…waltz… Waltz… Waltz… You’ll say to me, “He was such a bore” While the body is still warm And I’ll never let you come to harm But all of this is just my head The words, the tune, the life, the dead And I’m not yet strong enough to make my love known

about

I Meant It To Be Sweet is the sophomore album from Brooklyn-based singer/songwriter Tommy Wallach, the first since his 2008 self-titled EP on Decca Records. Vivid and expressive, finely skirting the line between emotive and theatrical, I Meant It To Be Sweet exhibits Wallach’s storytelling abilities (his first novel, We All Looked Up, will be published by Simon & Schuster in March of 2015) while evoking the cerebral, musical pop of Ben Folds, Rufus Wainwright, and Andrew Bird.

The album was recorded between Brooklyn (at the home studio of engineer and producer Giulio Carmassi, multi-instrumentalist for Pat Metheny’s Unity Group) and San Francisco (at John Vanderslice’s Tiny Telephone). Carmassi did the majority of the arrangements, and also played everything from horns to strings to vibraphone. Ben Davis (Cuddle Magic) added additional arrangement, as well as stand-up bass and guitar. Jeremy Gustin (Albert Hammond Jr., etc.) contributed drums and percussion, Lizzy Loeb (daughter of Jazz guitarist Chuck Loeb) added sultry backing vocals, and John Vanderslice played a bit of keyboards. The result is a musically diverse yet tonally cohesive set of performances across tracks like the light-weight indictment “Cold As Christ,” the reverb-washed love song “Misanthrope,” the gypsy jazz homage “To Keep You Dancing,” and the creepy minimalism of “Whisper” (the homemade video for which was part of an exhibition at the Guggenheim Museum).

Wallach’s flair for dramatics and his smartly polished songwriting stem from an early involvement in professional musical theater as a teenager in his hometown of Seattle, WA. He has played classical piano since the age of eight, and also trained on the guitar and mandolin. At college, he took up musical composition and theory, and even managed to write a couple of musicals, one of which he produced with friends in Los Angeles.

It wasn’t until his senior year of college at NYU that Wallach first performed as a singer-songwriter, appearing at the Sidewalk Cafe (Antifolk forever!). Shortly thereafter he began posting videos of his original songs and covers to YouTube, racking up over half a million views, a record deal with Decca Records, and a slot performing with OK Go at the Guggenheim in NYC. After releasing his EP with Decca, Wallach decided to turn his attention back to writing—attending graduate school for journalism at Stanford. His work has appeared in such magazines as McSweeney’s, Tin House, and Wired. Tommy will return to the studio later this year to record the tie-in record for his debut novel We All Looked Up, which will be released alongside the book in 2015.

credits

released June 24, 2014

All Songs by Tommy Wallach
Produced, Arranged, and Recorded by Giulio Carmassi
Additional Production and Arrangement by Ben Davis
A Tiny Bit of Production and Arrangement by Tommy Wallach
Mastered by Joe Lambert at Joe Lambert Mastering
"To Keep You Dancing" and "Dolores Park" originally recorded at Tiny Telephone Studios in San Francisco, CA

Learn more about Tommy Wallach
www.tommywallach.com

Released by Rude Fox Records + Management
www.rudefoxrecords.com

Management:
Sky McElroy
sky[at]rudefoxrecords.com

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Tommy is a writer and musician currently living in Brooklyn, NY. His songs have over half a million views on YouTube, and he's performed at the Guggenheim Museum and other neat places. "I Meant It To Be Sweet" (Rude Fox Records) is his first album since his 2008 self-titled EP (Decca/Universal Records). His first novel "We All Looked Up" will be published by Simon & Schuster in April 2015 ... more

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