Seven Excuses for . . .

by Burnt Norton

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The second Burnt Norton album, recorded during the summer and fall of 2003 in Lakefield, ON. A slightly more serious approach was taken with these songs as opposed to the previous effort, "Matches", resulting in marginally higher production values.

Burnt Norton was Alex Unger for this release (except for "Bathtub Acid" where Derek Bell played electronic drums and some of the keyboards). Guitars, keyboards, drums, samplers and computer editing went into making the album, all of it recorded to 8-track minidisc.

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released March 1, 2004

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Track Name: Dr. David Kelly
I bet you didn't want to die so soon but the lies that you told, well they made you. Out back of your house they slit your wrists, they gagged you, you gagged on the words that you knew. Oh, it died too soon, but you made peace on the evening news. I bet you didn't want to die so soon but the lies that you told, well they made you.
Track Name: A Civil War
Well, bring me men and I'll show you fear. Look in their eyes, the eyes of a mutineer. And bring me arms and ropes to hang. We'll set the lamp posts swinging no matter what song we caught them singing. And if you run away it's over; I'll pull the floor out myself. I never said I'd fight a civil war. Bring me gold and I'll show you lead. A hunger here that won't stop no matter how much it's fed. And if you run away I'll kill you; I'll pull the floor out myself. I never said I'd fight a civil war.
Track Name: Beautiful Things
I've seen you dancing so close to your paper walls with a steady eye on your broken toes. I love these beautiful things. She's not trying to change the world, here, she's just in it for the thrills. I've felt the worse for seeing you on your knees. They engineered you to make me feel this way. I love these beautiful things. She's not trying to save the world, here, she's just in it for the thrills.
Track Name: Bathtub Acid
He took me aside, I looked in his eyes, he said "I think I'm Les Paul, you know, the start of it all. In this one little room I've got eight tracks of doom. Do you know what I mean? I know you've seen what I've seen." Next thing he up and died from getting too high and I was sitting in court describing our sport. The cultures and hoses, the pale blue roses. Every juror was moved but none had a clue. All they felt was disgust but it was special to us; all the late nights, hazy summers and street lights. Pop songs for anthems, we manufactured chems with our hot new degrees from the hippest Ivy Leagues. We went right to the end but as we rounded the bend we saw all the hazards of bathtub acid.
Track Name: Notes (Parts 1 & 2)
On certain nights under fading streetlights in the silence I've heard angels whispering dirty words. In the playgrounds at dark, etched in the bark on beech trees they wrote lovers' timid notes. On the TV at night by the flickering light there are shadows I've seen, patterns layered beneath the screen. I've seen the ending to stories like these and they're not as pretty as we're led to believe.

It was with a shaking hand I carefully wrote my last note.
Track Name: The Documenteer
I wanted to hear your voice; bear witness to beautiful noise. But you were already dead. Upon dark riverbanks you rested your straw head. Now I have the proper documents: records of phone calls, my name screamed at concerts. Now I'm the documenteer, dredging up memories for little bits I'd like to hear. I'm the documenteer, scouring these hallways for little things I hold dear. Now I have collected sounds, pages from notebooks, spiral bound. All of this to no avail: your eyes fixed on dead stars, your hands shaking and pale. I'm the documenteer, dredging up memories for little bits I'd like to hear. I'm the documenteer, scouring these hallways for little things I hold dear. I'm the documenteer.
Track Name: Paper Walls
They're just paper walls, son, you can walk right through them.
Track Name: Fear [Original Secret Song]
There is no excuse for fear when you're here.
Track Name: Monster [Bonus Track]
You were deaf, dumb, and blind, but at the end the jury said "hang her high." You saw their devious minds; you saw their skin crawl; you saw the hole behind their eyes. And in the last few minutes I saw you were afraid to die. I tried to speak just as you started to cry. It was never really over once they hung you high. They called you a monster but he never came.
Track Name: Notes (Part 3) [Bonus Track]
They cannot find you here. Send me notes by smoke or lightning but do not let them find you here tonight. Everyone has their strong times, and everyone has their weak times. If only my times were as predictable as your times.