Topic of the Day

by Jef Leeson

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1.
Make Time 02:17
I'm not the type to go to extremes but I can do that Once in a while I pull a big surprise out of my hat I finally found what I was meant to do And darling when it comes to loving you Honey, I would make time Darling, I would make time Like anyone I've got a lotta little things on my plate (Make time, make time) But when it comes down to being 'round you I won't hesitate The world can wait another week or two Let'em line up 'til I get to you Honey, I would make time (Make time, make time) Darling, I would make time (Make time, make time) (Make time, make time) I finally found what I was meant to do Let'em line up 'til I get to you The world can wait and let'em line up 'til I get to you and I finally found what I was meant to do and darling that is The world can wait and let'em line up 'til I get to you and I finally found what I was meant to do and darling that is The world can wait and let'em line up 'til I get to you and I finally found what I was meant to do And darling that is loving you Honey, I would make time (Make time, make time) Darling, I would make time (Make time, make time) Sugar, I would make time (Make time, make time) You know I would make time (Make time, make time) (Make time, make time)
2.
The topic of the day: the problematic mysteries of love Try'n to quantify the who's and what's and whys Makes a boring dissertation How should we proceed? Forget everything you have known 'til now Put your pride aside, quit floating with the tide And the patent complications I'm serious here! Do you see me laughing? Your heart knows what to do Puttin pressure on love will never make it happen It's the kind of thing you fall into Like you didn't know, losing balance makes you find your feet Cathartic for the soul, relinquishing control Confident that all will work out So, when I give the word, make sure we are put together well Leave it all to me. Endeavour to impede Your size 12's piercing your mouth Stay out of our way. Leave it to the master Yeah... good advice for you Quit pushin' for more. Love don't grow no faster It's the kind of thing you fall into (We are here to solve the problematic mysteries of love) Trembling, wow. It may be time for you to make a move Would it be allowed? Should we tell her now? Talk about your frightless foray She's too far away. Move a little closer - there, that's good Captivating stares. Whispers in the air Kinda wish you had a breath mint, eh? See what I mean? You dared, no sorrow From this wondrous rendezvous Suffice it to say, there's more tomorrow And when you make the call You won't regret at all To discover that she's fallen... too (Just try and quantify The 'whos' and 'whats' and 'whys' Please put your pride aside Quit drifting with the tide Cathartic for the soul Relinquishing control Then leave it all to me Endeavour to impede)
3.
I get a break and I find myself Thinking about you Don't try the phone or text a message No. So what I do Is Grab a simple pen and paper Figure out what thoughts to favour And will it work, well, I'm not so sure Maybe someday I'll coin a new phrase There you go (That's the trouble, that's the trouble, that's the trouble) That's the trouble with clichรฉs Wouldn't you know? (That's the trouble, that's the trouble, that's the trouble) I'm having trouble with clichรฉs I clear my head and I realise It sounds a bit absurd Still, my prose gets all tied up in Other people's words Needing you, I'm surprised Is quite the thing to rhapsodise Please forgive my compromise This communiquรฉ is what I can't say There you go (That's the trouble, that's the trouble, that's the trouble) That's the trouble with clichรฉs Wouldn't you know? (That's the trouble, that's the trouble, that's the trouble) I'm having trouble with clichรฉs There you go (That's the trouble, that's the trouble, that's the trouble) That's the trouble with clichรฉs Wouldn't you know? (That's the trouble, that's the trouble, that's the trouble) I'm having trouble with clichรฉs
4.
Don't know if I'm bored or feeling my musical age What passes for songs and singers puts me in a rage Just because you know the words and music Doesn't mean that you're engaged It's blatant what you're trying to pull off Every time you step up on that stage A little fame, you wanna to score. But how you sing is such a bore Get off the mic (Please put down that mic) High and loud, low and meek. You've got autotune technique. Well There outta be a little quality How about singing like that? Now on to what's best described as a lack of a show If you'd ever seen a screen in your life you'd'a learned this ages ago Friends and family are sycophants, always shouting out 'Bravo!' (Bravo!) Brace yourself for some realism - I'm about to burst your ego Are you stuck in concrete? Why do you clap on the downbeat? You move so white ('Barisingly white) You don't need it. Move the stand. And don't ignore the band. So You gotta come across like you're the boss How about performing like that? Next You should listen bit closer to what you're singing about Some hitmaker-wannabe puts those words in your mouth There's gotta be something more inspiring then parties, sex and broken hearts Disregard the ensuing chorus if you're only aiming for the charts What you're singing's nothing new, and you don't even have a clue You sound so trite (Could you be more trite?) If you can't add to the art then why'd you even start? Man! Strain to present a little 'lightenment How about a song about... this is a song about You sound so trite You move so white Get off the mic
5.
Going Again 04:58
When I hear the telephone ring I know it's for you And I explain, quick as I can, as I must do "Leave me alone. She isn't home. You're wasting your time." Being polite, I wish them well, then hang up the line Peaceful now. Then somehow, Silence parts then it starts Going again So here I am trying to keep my eyes off the ground It's so hard knowing that you won't be around What will you do? How will you be? Where will you go? As for me, I'm hating myself for feeling so low Catch my breath. Hand to chest Then my heart, it starts Going again I tell myself you're not really gone And yet I know you're where you belong Catch my breath. Hand to chest Then my heart, it starts Going again Going again Going again Going again
6.
Changed the front lock Kept the same friends Took up the old ways Turned down faux trends Bought a new cell Got a bulldog Wear my hair long It's just the prologue I'm so over you I'm so over you I'm so over you I'm so over you Stay out late Never call home Went to Boca And the Astrodome Drive a cool car Back to loose jeans Playing Rockstar Renovated routines I'm so over you I'm so over you I'm so over you I'm so over you
7.
Bossy Boots 02:47
P-whipped and quite mindless Equipped and yet spineless Addicted to your skills Your every whim and will I need to be your thrill Slap me when my lips are loose Chide me if I've been a brute Shun me if I call a truce Crush me with your bossy boots Social disaster Bowing to the master Flaunt me to your friends I don't break, I bend Don't let it ever end Slap me when my lips are loose Chide me if I've been a brute Shun me til I call a truce Crush me with your bossy boots Oh, yeah, baby you got โ€ฆme right where I want me (Slap you, chide you) Addicted to your skills (Shun you, crush you) Your every whim and will (Shove you, choke you) I need to be your thrill Slap me when my lips are loose Chide me if I've been a brute Shun me til I call a truce Crush me with your bossy boots Shove my head into a noose Choke my neck and make me mute Wring my heart and drink the juice Kick my ass, Miss Bossy Boots Oh, yeah, baby you got Me right where I want me
8.
OK, so.. It's Friday night, around 3 AM, and I finally get some dream-sleep I'm in the house where I grew up, with Sharon, the middle of three sisters Doing Saturday morning chores, we both dust and we sweep Bitchin' about moving things, too, and getting frickin' many blisters It's awkward navigating the old wooden stairs, trying to be quiet The cabinet and chest are too brittle, and they fall apart in our hands 'Course, dad wakes up, and predictably, yells "What's the damn riot?" But we ignore him, then we ridicule the obvious reprimand Just before we put things where they all belong, I take a good look at the hardwood floor, stripped of the dusty old carpet Inspecting the ancient installation, it was plain what was wrong, They used finishing nails for the job. Shitty? You bet Attending, too, were Shelby, our dog, and Sigmund, our cat I should've been out swimming, biking, or other stuff like that Instead, I was there, noticing the coffee table drawers can store a guitar or two And hearing my folks whine about going out sometime later that night In the kitchen, there's 2 open fridges, facing each other, defrosting their residue And an Avana washer-dryer set that Sharon claimed outright The puny porch out front needs a ramp for Shelby, better build it to the left The pooch is getting old, 15 now... isn't long for this world I hear a bit of thunder now, but see only blue skies to the west Though some idiot's burning tires down the street, smoke is black and it curls I step out on the sidewalk to get a better look up to the North And what d'ya know? Clouds everywhere, black as the tires-in-the-barrel fire down the street Strange as the shape of the first foot of the cloud seemed (...or the third foot... or the fourth...) The fact it was suddenly winter made the existentialism complete Sensing movement in my legs, I realized I was walking Sharon, Shelby, Sigmund, and me doing lots of talking Living near the edge of town (population 248) Made a normal stroll into the woods a very short affair But plowed and icy clearings? Lemme say, slow to negotiate.. It was now the evening. We had flashlights, a compass, and robust outerwear Thereupon, appearing at a hallway, I was holding a door ajar, When we bumped into Jon Lovitz, exiting, on his way to his car Yes, the same Jon Lovitz you know from SNL Turns out, I knew him from previous dreams... we were coffee chums Did you know Jon acts, writes, owns a club and sings very well? Yeah, it's these kinds of details that make my therapist go "Hmmmmm...." So, Jon invites Sharon and I in, for a snack and a cup o'hot joe Our two furry four-legged companions had to put up with the hall The hall... what a dank, smelly, poorly lit alternative to the snow Narrow, sloping, stippled ceiling and cracked plaster for walls Jon jumps into his kitchen and says "Coffee'll be quick.. In fact, still got the creamer you left here from your last visit, slick!" Coffee in hand, being nosy, I'm wandering around out back Surprised to see a rink shovelled clean on a private pond Sigmund and Shelby are playin' cat-and-dog 'round the furs and tamarack I get a peek between some branches, to some well lit neighbour's place, beyond Not polite to take that route, I turn towards Jon's, Then veered down another path, left, looking back to town And, what'd'ya know? Surprise, surprise, the expected phenomenon Snow starts falling, I return to Jon's and prepare to hunker down Got stuck-itz's At Jon Lovitz's Then I awoke And I spoke Is the cat still outside?
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Some classic rock & pop tracks written over many years, slapped together in final form between April 2009 and September 2017.

๐—” ๐—ฉ๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—ฌ ๐—•๐—œ๐—š ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ธ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—”๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—บ ๐—ž๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐—บ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด!
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๐—Ÿ๐—”๐—•๐—˜๐—Ÿ: Chancellor Music
๐—–๐—”๐—ง #: CMDM033
๐—จ๐—ฃ๐—–: 191061286332

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released October 10, 2017

๐—๐—˜๐—™ ๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—˜๐—ฆ๐—ข๐—ก: lead, harmony & background vocals, acoustic, electric & bass guitars, piano, keyboards, keyboard programming, drums, drum programming, percussion, producer, songwriter
๐— ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—ก๐—˜ ๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—˜๐—ฆ๐—ข๐—ก, ๐—•๐—ฅ๐—œ๐—”๐—ก๐—ก๐—” ๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—˜๐—ฆ๐—ข๐—ก, ๐—ก๐—œ๐—–๐—›๐—˜๐—Ÿ๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—˜๐—ฆ๐—ข๐—ก, ๐—ฉ๐—œ๐—ก๐—–๐—˜๐—ก๐—ง ๐—ฅ๐—”๐— ๐—ฆ๐—ฃ๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—š๐—˜๐—ฅ, ๐—๐—”๐— ๐—˜๐—ฆ ๐—”. ๐—œ๐—ก๐—š๐—ฅ๐—”๐— , ๐— ๐—ข๐—ก๐—ง๐—ฌ ๐—™๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—ก๐——๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—Ÿ: background vocals
๐——๐—ข๐—จ๐—š ๐—ฆ๐—ข๐— ๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—ฆ: orchestral arrangements (on 'Trouble With Clichรฉs' & 'Going Again')
๐—–๐—ข๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—ก ๐—”๐— ๐—˜๐—ฌ: lead vocals (on 'Going Again')
๐— ๐—ข๐—ก๐—ง๐—ฌ ๐—™๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—ก๐——๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—Ÿ: drums (on 'A Song About That')
๐—ช๐—”๐——๐—˜ ๐— ๐—ข๐—ฆ๐—›๐—˜๐—ฅ: acoustic guitars (on 'Trouble With Clichรฉs') & lead guitar (on 'I'm So Over You')
๐—ž๐—˜๐—Ÿ๐—Ÿ๐—ฌ ๐— ๐—จ๐—Ÿ๐—›๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—Ÿ: lead guitar (on 'A Song About That')

๐—”๐—น๐—น ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—๐—ฒ๐—ณ ๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป, except:
- 'Kind of Thing You Fall Into' with ๐—๐—”๐— ๐—˜๐—ฆ ๐—”. ๐—œ๐—ก๐—š๐—ฅ๐—”๐— 
- 'Bossy Boots' with ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฒ ๐—๐—ฎ๐˜†
- 'Tired of Waking Up Tired' by ๐—๐—ผ๐—ต๐—ป ๐—–๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜๐—ผ

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Jef Leeson Marmora, Ontario

When not writing & recording music, voice acting or working on audio for games like Fallout: Miami or movies like Western Space Odyssey from his own studio, Jef performs around Ontario whenever he can.

His music is heavily influenced by: Marshall Crenshaw, Guy Clark, OK GO, Barry Brown, Todd Rundgren, Scott Merritt, XTC, The Flying Pickets, Eddie Cochran, Tommy James & Don Dixon.

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