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New Stuff:
I
Will
Set
Fire
'PLP':
Fooled
Wait...
Velvet Glove
Stop Talking
Somebody Loves You
Seven
Suit of Padlocks
Rose Tattoo
Want (1 & 2)
A Promise
That I Can Keep
Others:
Everything Is Not Enough
Begin To Begin
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One of the major
strengths of seaholm, etc. is it's lyrical
content.
Without a lyric that actually says
something, the music can convey only so
much.
So here then, for your perusal are some of the
verses, choruses & bridges that have prompted
so many kind reviews as of late.
I Will
There’s a sorrow about her
Seen but never heard
She comes down
Speaking out from heaven’s wealth of words
And she says…she says…she says…
Tell me, tell me please
Something I can believe
And I will, I will
I will
It’s all imagination
He says, nothing’s ever real
An illusion
Something I can see but never feel
And I’ve tried…I’ve
tried…I’ve tried
So tell me, tell me please
Something I can believe
And I will, I will
I will
Every question has an answer
Waiting to be told
But I can’t close my eyes and fall back
Until I really know
But I will, I will
I will, I will
I will
words
& music by:
Sven-Erik Seaholm & Andrew S. Plymale
© 1998 Pseudocool Songs
(ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Set Fire
Public displays
Of secret faces
Concealing all
But minor traces
Of the wildest truths untold
From pages still left to unfold
The origami
Of desire
Whose creases keep that fever
Burning hotter & higher
Can mutilate
And it can spindle, too
But I will not set fire
To my life for you
Words mix the potion
I spin the notion
To swim the ocean
That you pour for me
And so you linger
Hook, line & sinker
Wrapped around my fingers
Like a rosary
Always seems initially
A decent exchange
Pants full of promise
For a shirtful of pain
Same old flame
Burning since my youth
But I will not set fire
To my life for you
You trade devotion
Like a currency
But when you win my love
You purchase everything
Basically, just minutes
Are what's being consumed
`Cause I would not set fire
No, I would not set fire
I will not set fire to my life
...for you
words
& music by Sven-Erik Seaholm
© 1997 Pseudocool Songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Fooled
You catch my breath
And carry it someplace else
...I want to touch your face
But I just touch myself
I must have you
I must have you
You keep swallowing back
The words I need to hear
...What will it take
For you to whisper in my ear
I must have you
I must have you
I must have you
I must have you...fooled
For you, I'll open every door
And light each cigarette
...This feeling always fades
But it hasn't happened yet
I must...have...you
Ooh, I wanna be that lover
Living deep inside your psyche
...I'm a shape shifter
Yes, I'll be just what you like
...Anything you like
Trust me...(Heart-side
dominant)
Trust me...(A lover of love)
Trust me...(Passion's little
plaything)
Trust me...(I must have you)
Fooled into believing
What you see and hear
Fooled sufficiently
To trust that I'm sincere
Fooled enough to follow
Every feeling you fear
Fooled...fooled...fooled...
words & music by Sven-Erik Seaholm
© 1997 Pseudocool Songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Wait...
Wait...
'Til the stars fall down around us
And the time begins to pass
I said, wait...
'Til the mountains become deserts
And the oceans turn to glass
It's hard to recognize a situation
Until it's too late
But I can't sympathize
With blinders wrapped around my eyes
And so I will continue to wait
You...
Seem to have it all together
Always braving nasty weather
I said, you...
With your built-in protection
Your remote control detection
I know you're watching me
Your vision is focused my way
I'm searching for relief
The answer man won't answer me
Please tell me how long I am to wait
I don't want to wait...
Me...
I need a second for composure
Let me take back my exposure
Look to me...
To maintain a constant distance
To retain a safe resistance
'Cause if I don't my heart will fall apart
Never reassembled this way
So I'll draw the line, the moment's mine
Your eyes are burning holes in mine
Oh god, it's time for someone else to wait...
I don't want to wait...
words & music by
Jeanne Wooster & Sven-Erik Seaholm
© 1996 Pseudocool songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Velvet Glove
Sad Mr. Average wakes in the morning
Throws back the comforter
Stretching & yawning
Walks to the bathroom
Looks in the mirror
Wondering why it is
He can still hear her
Brushing & flossing
And clipping his nose hairs
Average puts on his average clothes
And there's nothing
That's out of the ordinary
Nothing that you nor I can see
Oh my love, how do I love thee
Let me count on these digits
One at a time
Cursing these hands as I slip them inside
A velvet glove
Out of the frying pan, onto the freeway
Driving to work for an average pay
He's taking the bullshit
He's taking a licking
And his heart sounds...
Just like ticking
When it's all over, it's on to the night moves
Bartender winks and says,
"That's from down there."
Brief conversations soon lead to relations
She told him her name
But he just doesn't seem to care
Oh my love
How do I love thee?
Let me count on these digits
One at a time
Cursing these hands
As I slip them inside
A velvet glove
Cold metal catches light
Falling down on one more lonely
Innocent life
The sirens were wailing
The red lights were flashing
Detective Callahan emptied her gun
Doors busted open
In came the backup
And a velvet glove said
He's the one
Callahan headed the investigation
Promising not to leave
One stone unturned
She talked to the family
She talked to the neighbors
But "He's Mr. Average"
Was all that she learned
And so my love
How do I love you
Well, perhaps I can show you
With all of the love
That an average man can fit into
A velvet glove
words
& music by Sven-Erik Seaholm
© 1997 Pseudocool Songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Stop Talking
Why must you feel the need
To verbalize at such extremes?
You could say more and never say a word
Why waste the oxygen?
Just take a deep breath now & then
Give someone else a moment be heard
It's not like I'm asking all that much
Just a contingency to touch
It's not like a favor
It's more like a gift
Stop talking
Stop talking
Stop talking
Shut up and listen
Now your attention's drawn
To my direction; I am on
What some might understate to call the spot
But I have given far too much
Of what I had too little of
For too long now, to fail to take that shot
Maybe it's something in your eyes
Maybe it's only in my mind
It strikes like a matchstick
And it makes me ignite
(chorus)
And if I'm not a strong persuader
Maybe you'll get this later
How will you ever know
If you won't hear me now?
words
& music by Sven-Erik Seaholm
© 1997 Pseudocool Songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Somebody Loves
You
What's in the oven, mother?
What are you cooking up?
Why is it always never hot enough?
Been trying to call you
But you're all tied up
Knots & tangles
Kick the chair from under hope
Don't give up
Don't give out, don't give in
Hold on, hold up, hold out
Here's what it's all about:
Somebody...somebody
Somebody loves you
Stare down the barrel
Stare down the way things are
Downstairs we're wondering
Just where you are
Empty prescriptions
Trying to start the car
Out on the ledge you find it isn't very far
Steam rises up
This blade is not for shaving
What can I say to you
To show your life's worth saving?
words
& music by Sven-Erik Seaholm
© 1997 Pseudocool Songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Seven
Seven calls unanswered
Seven rings apiece on your phone
Every seven hours, seven days a week
I think you're home
Seven of your pictures
Seven last good-byes you whispered
Seven calls unanswered
Not a single reason, not a word
Seven's not my lucky number
Seven never was
But the sevens keep on multiplying
Dividing two by one
Dividing two by one
Seven beats of my heart
Seven thoughts of you, seven tears
Seven calls unanswered
Seven times the fool for all these years
(chorus)
Seven calls unanswered
Seven rings apiece on your phone
Every seven hours, seven days a week
I know you're home
words
& music by Sven-Erik Seaholm
© 1997 Pseudocool Songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Suit of Padlocks
Way back in the time before the bible
Straight on through the days of old
Somewhere along the line
The men weren't looking
And the women took control
Well, understand
That I am not complaining
I think I like it better this way
The only thing that takes
Some getting used to
Is all this goddamned pain, so...
I've got a suit of padlocks
No getting through to me
I've had a run of bad, bad luck
It's gonna take a pocketful of keys
Jack & Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pale Chianti
One fine November day
Well, jack got jacked
And Jill fell down with laughter
Some girls are funny that way
I'll just bet
That sometime in the future
Like two-zero-twenty a.d.
They'll be making little girlies
In a test tube
They won't need you jack
And they won't need me, so...
(chorus)
Samson gave the scissors to Delilah
Romeo bought Julie her first beer
And I'm terrified you'll soon be disconnecting
The one thing I hold so dear
(down here), so...
words
& music by Sven-Erik Seaholm
© 1997 Pseudocool Songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Rose Tattoo
Cold is the night
Day after day
I'm so tired of thinking about you
But that's o.k.
Everybody gets to win
But everybody has to lose
There's a problem with the timing
Not everybody gets to choose
You say, "Fire away.", And I shoot
With a pocketful of questions
So loaded I could
Turn them on myself, and do
Just like your rose tattoo
I've got you under my skin
Indifferent ink indelible
Itching for a scratch from within
Just like your rose tattoo
I've got you under my skin
My sleeves are long, my life goes on
But I don't know where to begin
Dark is the light
Stumble over me
I'm carrying a torch for you
But I can't see
How everybody's there for you
Everyone except for me
There's some trouble with the logic
When I'm the one that still can't sleep
There was something you wanted from me
But all the books
In all the world
Could never find the words you need
(chorus)
Scrub away the passion
Wash away the pain
But a permanent attraction
It can never fade...never fade away
words
& music by Sven-Erik Seaholm
© 1997 Pseudocool Songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Want (pts. 1 &
2)
If you want the moon
If you want the stars
If you want Jupiter
Maybe that's too far
If you want it all
And you want it right now
I'd love to give it up
But I don't know how
And a wish in one hand
Won't make it weigh more
But if you wanted me to want you
If you wanted me to want you
If you wanted me to want you
You've got what you want
If you asked, could I
Maybe reach the sky
Baby, you never know
You've got me so high
If you said to me
That you wanted the sea
My love could satisfy
'Cause it runs that deep, yeah
And I want
What I wish I would not want
words
by: Sven-Erik Seaholm
music by: Sven-Erik Seaholm & Wayne Preis
© 1997 Pseudocool Songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
A Promise That I
Can Keep
I know everything about you now
I think I know what you need
I want to provide it somehow
Want for you to count on me
So I will comfort you as darkness falls
But just for the night
There's room for two upon this high wire
Between the shadows and the light
So share your song with me
Sing my soul to sleep
Give me just one chance to dream
Of a promise that I can keep
A promise that I can keep
Let me whisper that I love you
Take your face into my hands
I will kiss you deeply
Still, I hope you'll understand
That even dreamers know the bottom line:
You can never have it all
We lose our balance staying out of love
We always seem to fall
(chorus)
And when you wake to find me gone
These twenty-five words are perched upon
The pillow where you've been kind enough
To let me rest my head
words
& music by Sven-Erik Seaholm
© 1997 Pseudocool Songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Everything Is
Not Enough
You cross a couple fingers
And you swear to tell the wild truth
You run me through the wringer
‘Til I dare to do the same thing too
But then the issues get confusing
As we’re lying naked in the dark
Trying to listen through the music
‘Til the life starts imitating art
Then I say...goodbye
Everything is everything
And everything is change
Everything you think is everything
Is rearranged
Everything is nothing
Everything is in your brain
But everything ain’t Mr. Kelly
Singin’ in the rain
Everything is not enough
I’m looking for a little
Of that intangible stuff
Everything is not enough
I want more
I need more
Call it cryptomnesia
But I’d swear that this is not my life
Like holding back a sneeze
I don’t dare to look into the light
And you’ll easily discover
That the pins and needles don’t atone
For the facts that get uncovered
Somewhere in this closetful of bones
But you say...That’s alright
Everything is everything
And everything is fine
Everything you think is everything
Is in your mind
Everything is nothing
Baby, nothing’s on the line
But what’s the use
If everything is nothing but a lie?
Everything is not enough
I’m looking for a little
Of that intangible stuff
Everything is not enough
I want more
I need more
words by: Sven-Erik Seaholm
music by: Rob Caporaletti & Sven-Erik Seaholm
© 1997 Pseudocool Songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
Begin To Begin
Her cigarette broke through the darkness
An orange-hot halo of light
Each inhale revealed me her features
She exhaled, blew into my life
And morning did triumph returning
The sun warmed the October air
We opened our eyes for a moment
In a brief, but reciprocal stare
She is a lady in waiting
She is without me within
But she wakes the giant who slumbers
So we begin to begin
So we begin to...
And slowly the passions develop
Like photographs, grainy and blurred
Perspectives too randomly focused
Thoughts too elusive for words
Still not all the footwear has fallen
Spared all but the tokens of change
We’re sometimes beseeching
The hole in this heart
To take on the shape of her name
She is a lady in waiting
I am without her within
But ours is a world without trespass
So we begin to begin
So we begin to begin
Fold first the corners of pages
Itemize what has improved
She brings to a house with no windows
An elegant room with a view
My life reupholstered
A favorite chair
Never the same way resumed
Never the same way resumed
Never the same way resumed
I am an issue in waiting
I am without me within
But mine is a heart without boundary
So we begin to begin...
So we begin to begin
words
by: Sven-Erik Seaholm
music by: Sven-Erik Seaholm & Jeanne Wooster
© 1992 Pseudocool Songs (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved
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