Credits and lyrics

Liner notes:

I have a great love for words, for their meaning, and what they describe in the context they are presented. Intertwined correctly, they can form the most amazing little stories that will hit you right in the heart and make you feel good. If you include these words with music written by a talented composer carrying a wide palette of musical colors and chords, what more could you really ask for? On his album “Genesis of Who I Am”, Brian Hobbs has combined all of these elements into his own and created a collection of beautiful songs where the lyrics themselves are like short stories. His voice, rhythm and linguistic feel are incredibly appealing as he carefully guides us through his experiences. He possesses an impressive inherent musicality and shows a deep respect for the story he wants to tell.  After working for many years with various artists, Brian Hobbs finally decided it was time to tell his side of the story and the musical path he has taken. He has dug into the depths of his musical roots. With soul, heart and honesty rooted in the singer-songwriter tradition, and seasoned with a little tongue in cheek humor, Hobbs describes the people and the life events that have influenced and shaped him to become the “Genesis of who I am”. So sit back and enjoy this musical journey. Brian Hobbs has a story to tell and you are all invited.

Mikael Engström

Inside MusiCast

www.insidemusicast.com

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CREDITS:

All songs written and performed by Brian Hobbs

Produced and mixed by Brian Hobbs

Mastered by Ron Boustead at Resolution Mastering

Cover photo and layout: John Jacobson

Drums: Ola Hultgren (tracks 1, 3, 4, 5, 6)

Bass: Jonas Olofsson (tracks 1, 3, 4, 5, 6)

Clarinet: Wojtek Goral (track 5)

Piano: Brian Hobbs (tracks 1, 2, 8), Jonas Gideon (track 4)

Guitars: Andreas Rydman (tracks 1, 2, 3, 5, 7), Peter Hallgren (track 4), Mikko Paavolo (track 6)

Backing vocals: Felicia Eriksson (tracks 1, 2, 3, 6), Teresa Perrelli & Karolina Karner (tracks 4, 7)

Liner notes: Mikael Engström

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LYRICS:

GENESIS OF WHO I AM

VERSE I

I remember a simple house down a long and dusty road

A front porch swing and rocking chairs and biscuits on the stove

An old man in overalls with hair white as snow

And the woman that he’d married and loved with all his soul

They raised eight children on the land and on the Lord

With the help of providence and an old beat-up Ford

Through the Great Depression and two World Wars

They still found so much to be thankful for

CHORUS

They were not wealthy, they made their livin’ off the land

But I thought they walked on water

They were the genesis

The genesis of who I am

VERSE II

Even through the worst of times they always kept the faith

Prayed their sons and daughters would find a better way

They could be hard as steel or soft as summer rain

And the blood they carried long ago still lives inside my veins

CHORUS

They were not wealthy, they made their livin’ off the land

But I thought they walked on water

They were the genesis

The genesis of who I am

BRIDGE

They taught me love goes much further

Than till death do us part

And no matter where I go

They’re never very far… away

VERSE III

They’ve been gone for many years but their legacy remains

Through the lives of those like me that carry on their names

They won’t be forgotten and I hope they understand

They were the genesis

The genesis of who I am

CHORUS

They were not wealthy, they made their livin’ off the land

But I thought they walked on water

They were the genesis

The genesis of who I am

 

CONVERSATION WITH GRETA

VERSE I

I sat beside her in Central Park

I was 21 she was hiding behind dark glasses

So familiar

And through the tinted glass I saw hurricane eyes

Saw the wisdom and hurt of another time

She was a silhouette

So familiar

And it may have been my youth my lack of eloquence

But something in my voice caused her to let down her defense

CHORUS

She talked about

Playing roles and empty lies

Drunken heroes who philosophize

A man with a restless heart she could never tame

Blue mountains and silver snow

Holding on and letting go

How she never really felt her life was her own

She said you live and die with your regrets

Told me to always hedge my bets

She said she loved to watch pinwheels in the breeze

Then I saw that look that I recognized

As night fell from the Manhattan sky

She smiled that regal smile

Greta said goodbye

VERSE II

As I walked home it began to rain

And I thought about the price we pay for fame and glory

Fame and glory

Pulled my collar up high, put my chin down

Felt the windy breath of a lonely town

And lit a cigarette

And remembered

I remembered how she laughed so sweet and innocent

And how the laughter made her look just like a girl again

 

TIME REMEMBERS

VERSE I

She had a restless heart and I was just a fool in love

Stole her a star from the sky but I guess sometimes that ain’t enough

We used to run through the summer rain

She’d hold my hand and kiss my face

Two wild young renegades

Met on the fourth of July watching fireworks down on Riverside

I looked inside her eyes and she showed me things that changed my life

Spent the whole night talking, ‘bout the plans we’d made and the dreams we’d saved

But as it does so often

The passion burned itself away

CHORUS I

Time remembers but the fireworks never last

And like smoke our dreams drift on the wind

Time remembers and the past is still the past

But there’s no end, there’s no end

To what might have been

VERSE II

Had me a time or two with a blond-haired girl down in Baton Rouge

She had a southern smile but I never shared her point of view

She used to sing me a lullaby and she sang so sweet in the heat of the night

I never even said goodbye I just walked away

Out on the open road I felt the heat and I felt the cold

Sometimes I lost my way but I never had to sell my soul

Took love where I found it and I always prayed maybe love would stay

And when I think about it, I found myself inside my pain

CHORUS II

Time remembers and a dreamer lives his lies

But still he finds truth every now and then

Time remembers and even after love has died

There’s no end, there’s no end

To what might have been

 

GOODBYE YESTERDAY

Goodbye yesterday, hello tomorrow

I wish I knew back then that time was only borrowed

Maybe I’d have changed my ways, learned to say I’m sorry

Learned to take a second glance before I walked away

From that Carolina moon, and making love by the river lights

Cold and starry autumn nights when the world was at my feet

Staring up at a clear blue sky wondrin’ where do I fit in

Well, some things never change

Goodbye yesterday, hello tomorrow

I’ve stood out in the pouring rain to get the sun out of my eyes

I sold my soul a few times, I thought the price was right

But I could never sell the mem’ries of what I’m dreamin’ of tonight

My very first kiss, praying they don’t turn the porch light on

Windows down and singin’ along to the Doobies and Black Water

”I wanna hear some funky Dixieland, pretty mama come and take me by the hand”

And lead me back to yesterday

Dances in the gym, good ole boys and a case of beer

Cruisin’ around in a Belvedere, wantin’ love so bad we could taste it

The world went as far as the county line

Just this side of the bridge and the city limit sign

But now that world has gone away

Goodbye yesterday

 

I DON’T MIND

I don’t mind cold turkey

I don’t mind old beef jerky

But there’s one thing that I can’t stand

That’s biscuits from a can

I don’t mind old greasy chicken

I don’t mind most the things you been fixin’

But there’s one thing that I can’t stand

That’s biscuits from a can

Something’s gotta be done or I ain’t eatin’ here no more

You keep buyin’ them store-bought biscuits

I’m walkin’ right out the door

I don’t mind French-fried taters

I don’t mind old roasted gator

But there’s one thing that I can’t stand

That’s biscuits from a can

“I tell you, it’s just nasty ya’ll”

I ain’t one to complain and I don’t wanna make no fuss

But you keep fixin’ them store-bought biscuits

Well, that’s the end of us

I don’t mind cold turkey

I don’t mind old beef jerky

But there’s one thing that I can’t stand

That’s biscuits from a can

“Lordy, lordy, lordy, biscuits from a can, just ain’t right, ain’t right!”

 

YOU’RE A WATERCOLOR

You’re a watercolor, shapes indistinct but still complete

You’re light and shadow, you’re azure blues and forest greens

You’re the fine line between ecstasy and despair

You’re the picture I can’t capture in my mind

But you’re always there

You’re serenade, a haunting melody in time

You are the counterpoint, the missing note that I can’t find

You’re the rhythm of the heart, the echo of my long forgotten yesterdays

You’re the sound of all my hopes and all my dreams

The voice of all my pain

You break me into little pieces

You put me back together again

You wage a war and you defeat me

You drop your guard and let me win

You’re a fairy tale, you’re the words that make me whole

The tender summer nights, the brazen winters, icy cold

You’re the wide-eyed wonder of a child who hasn’t lost her innocence

You’re the wisdom of a jaded desperate world, my beginning and my end

You’re a watercolor, shapes indistinct but still complete

You’re light and shadow, you’re azure blues and forest greens

You’re the fine line between ecstasy and despair

You’re the picture I can’t capture in my mind

The serenade so bittersweet so fine

The fairy tale from once upon a time

You’re always there

You’re a watercolor

You’re always there

Just like a serenade

A fairy tale

 

WILLOUGHBY

Maybe I saw it on an old TV show

Maybe I dreamed it I don’t really know

But somehow, somewhere it’s waiting for me

A time and a place called Willoughby

There’s a white marble statue of a soldier of war

Little girls playing wearing striped pinafores

Elegant ladies drinking afternoon tea

Underneath the elms in Willoughby

And the brass band on the bandstand

Plays a song about Goodnight Irene

And the world is young and there’s time for love

It’s always 1903

It’s always summer with a Crayola sky

Everyone smiles as they pass you by

I see my lover, languid and sweet

Waiting there in Willoughby

And the night breeze through the oak trees

Whispers secrets of Auld Lang Syne

And the young ones romance, while the willows dance

And everything is so fine

Maybe I saw it on an old TV show

Maybe I dreamed it I don’t really know

But somehow, somewhere it’s waiting for me

A time and a place called Willoughby

 

ALL I’M ASKIN’ FOR

The older I get the simpler my desires

The things I need are relatively few

I’m done with regrets, I’ve let them all expire

I’ve lowered expectations, I’ve become much more subdued

But if you’ll please indulge me there’s a few things that I’ve missed

So here’s my ordinary, diverse and varied, quite necessary list…

A girl named Daisy

A seersucker suit

A bottle o’ tequila

Throw in a little bit of fruit

And a cool summer night

Is all I’m askin’ for

A girl named Ginger

An old pair of jeans

A bottle of vodka

Maybe two or three dirty magazines

And a cool summer night

Is all I’m askin’ for

And if it rains, I won’t complain

As long as Daisy or Ginger is there

And if they’re not, if they’re mean

I’ll still have my dirty magazines

A girl named Sally

A Cuban cigar

A little excitement

In a quiet corner bar

And a cool summer night

Is all I’m askin’ for

Just a cool summer night

Is all I’m askin’ for