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Perfectly
$5.00
Perfectly
Produced by Matt Bobb and Tiff JimberEngineered and mixed by Matt Bobb
Mastered by Gavin Lurssen at The Mastering Lab
Photography by Tim Melideo
Design by Seth Hill
All Songs written by Tiff Jimber Copy Right 2006 ASCAP
Except track2, written by Matt bobb, Tiff Jimber
Except track 4, copyright 1975 r. Lamm Chicago Records Inc.
| 1. | City Life-NEW LIVE RECORDING | Play | City Life-NEW LIVE RECORDING
This new town drives me crazy
The traffic brings me down. They call it a big time city but the people are too spread out I miss the real crowded city streets Rush the clock got to find your beat The summer air is full of pizza Swimmn' by me in the heat I'm so far away from a comfort I understood If I could hear you say, "Come on home." babe you know I would Oh City Life I want you back is this where I belong or did I fall off track Oh City boy don't you leave me here. where no one hears your screams in a town full of angeles crowded by dreams I miss the changing colors the trees swayn' in the park the Met the Fens and all the others finding love baby after dark Surrounded by so many buildings life drying in the alley ways the bus and oh the subway take me back to those better days oh oh oh city life oh oh oh city |
City Life-NEW LIVE RECORDING
Credits
Piano/vox: Tiff
Guitar: Matt Bobb Percussion: Eli Hludzick |
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| 2. | Perfectly | Play | Perfectly
I’m stripped down naked
Standing in your room You’re bundled up I’m waiting for a glimpse of you It’s always like this I bare my soul all the time Your mouth is shut tight So is your mind We seem too different One open one closed This is our story and The way that it goes I’ll forget the words That you never say I’m starting to see This is how it’s gonna’ be To be loved We all compromise And you conform to me Sometimes We fit Perfectly You’re always hot and I’m striving for your heat You say I talk too much I never miss a beat I’m ready to fall apart You frustrate me to extremes You put your hands on me pull Tight at the seams I can’t change you You can’t change me and I’d Never want to anyways These things I now know Yes I can see You’ll covet your heart Away from me Push Pull Run away Don’t want to see you face Please don’t go away Push Pull Run away Don’t want to see your face Please don’t go away |
Perfectly
Credits
Keys,Piano,Vox-Tiff Jimber
Drums- Eli Hludzik Bass, Guitar- Matt Bobb |
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| 3. | Prove it to Me | Play | Prove it to Me
Tell me why do you
hide behind your man baby? Scared to use your will Who knows if you can maybe You're terrified to see Or lack the skill To live the life you know you need So you'll just sit real still Stand up on your own two feet Make something of yourself go on and Prove it to me Your crippled back bone isn't so weak Can't support yourself Cause you're so blind and naive You hide you hide behind your man You hide He’s been in your life For quite a while He’s your boring comfort and everything When love’s lacking you Obey and smile Tethered to his cockring He’ll provide for you Yes daddy pays your bills That seems to suit you A leach without a will He confessed to your friends That’s he’s unsatisfied When you sleep upstairs Daddy’s not by your side He says that he can’t promise To be true And you accept that Cause what’s a poor girl to do? Your fairy tale bubble has sunck To the floor I wish I could catch you but I Can’t anymore Can’t leave your place in society Being on your own Baby cry to free |
Prove it to Me
Credits
Keys, Piano, Vox- Tiff Jimber
Drums, Bass, Guitar- Matt Bobb |
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| 4. | Amanda-Remix | Play | Amanda-Remix
Amanda I was thinking yesterday
You're like a bug attracted to the disco light Fast nights and slow days A hard reality with your life spinning around Everyday lost in the haze Amanda you don't seem to care So tell me why tell me why should I I'm loosing all hope letting go of your rope Waving bye by by You don't seem to care So tell me why should I? You're falling hard like rain upon the street And when the sun dries you up Nothing's clean You're never neat Everyone has rinsed you off of his or her hands You say that you can't find help But I reach for you As you sink into the sand You need to love yourself Cause you're worth everything Don't listen to anybody else You need to love yourself Cause you're worth everything Don't listen to anybody else |
Amanda-Remix
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; vocals; piano; programing; synth
Ross Moskowitz: bass Matt Bobb: guitar Brian Wilson: drums Eng: Tiff Jimber, Matt Bobb Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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| 5. | Saturday in the Park | Play | Saturday in the Park
Saturday in the park
I think it was the fourth of july Saturday in the park I think it was the fourth of july People dancing, people laughing A man selling ice cream Singing italian songs (fake italian lyric) Can you dig it (yes, I can) And Ive been waiting such a long time For saturday Saturday in the park Youd think it was the fourth of july Saturday in the park Youd think it was the fourth of july People talking, really smiling A man playing guitar Singing for us all Will you help him change the world Can you dig it (yes, I can) And Ive been waiting such a long time For today Slow motion riders fly the colors of the day A bronze man still can tell stories his own way Listen children all is not lost All is not lost Funny days in the park Every days the fourth of july Funny days in the park Every days the fourth of july People reaching, people touching A real celebration Waiting for us all If we want it, really want it Can you dig it (yes, I can) And Ive been waiting such a long time For the day |
Saturday in the Park
Credits
Piano, Vox- Tiff Jimber |
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| 6. | Keep Pressn' On- Video | Keep Pressn' On- Video
Well the lights in this room
Don't work and there's a fly on the floor In the alley crazy's are scream' and my neighbor just slammed his car door. I hear all these sounds in my garage down stairs If the people are asleep when I sing, nobody cares. Keep pressn' on working to my limit till my limit is gone Grabbn' for every step wondering if it's worth it and who will use me next keep makn' my moves waiting for the shot where I know I can prove that I'll keep givn' it all that I got till the day that I loose Well this room it has no windows But two large automatic doors In the winter with the snow fall you know that I almost froze But my smile it last for months at a time and one day I'll make my money when I sell all these rhymes. Keep pressn' on working to my limit till my limit is gone Grabbn' for every step wondering if it's worth it and who will use me next keep makn' my moves waiting for the shot where I know I can prove that I'll keep givn' it all that I got till the day that I loose |
Keep Pressn' On- Video
Credits
Keys, Vox- Tiff Jimber
Bass- Andrew Synowiec Drums- Eli Hludzik |
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Obstacles
$10.00
Obstacles
All words and muisc by Tiff Jimber
Produced by Tiff Jimber
Recorded by Tiff Jimber, Matt Bobb, Adam Sussman, Carlos Dias
Mixed by tiff Jimber and Matt Bobb
| 1. | Hello | Play | Hello
Credits
Tiff Jimber: piano; programing
Eng: Tiff Jimber Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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| 2. | You Were Always There | Play | You Were Always There
Another day and the sun sets in your room
Sifting through your things my thoughts are consumed. Why do we have to get ill? Why the drugs just to make us happy? Why your bottle of pills? And the cancer in your belly? I thought I hated you for so many years Now I can't stop crying all of these tears. Thought that I'd be happy to see you leave Now I know you're someone that I really do need. Death of your presence is loneness that I can not bare. It was easy to hate you you were always There, there, there Oh so easy to hate you You were always ....there. And you call on the phone and wonder what is goin' on You tell me 'bout your day and moan to cover the pain I can feel your disease on the end of the line You say the sound of my voice is all that makes you smile Don't haunt me let me be I can feel you at my side Don't haunt me let me be You have a hold of my life You always made it so easy to hate you You were there, there, there You were there, there, there You were always there, there, there, there, there There, there, there, there. |
You Were Always There
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; piano; synth; vocals; guitar; programing
Ross Moskowitz: bass Brian Wilson: drums Eng: Tiff Jimber, Matt Bobb. Mixed: Matt Bobb Notes
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um.....I like this song :) |
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| 3. | Doin' Fine | Play | Doin' Fine
8-o-clock the sun shines through the pain
The headlines are blastn' I can’t wait to head on out again Swimming through an ocean Suffocated by cars The lights are blurn' red We slowly move ahead This is my day so far Racing against time Loosing all sense of life Feelings and mind Wish I could breath in the sky And you ask how I am Well I'm doing fine Maybe I'm loosing my mind Yeah, I'm doin' fine. Priorities weaken as I drift into my 9-5 Don't want to look back on yesterday To see it's wasted, livn' life to a plan I want stories full of memories And people to listen But days are quickly fading into hole... Lotta nothin' |
Doin' Fine
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; piano; vocals; synth
David Pezzini: bass Matt Bobb: guitar Brian Connor: guitar Don Fortin: drums Eng: Adam Sussman Mix: Matt Bobb |
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| 4. | The Wall | Play | The Wall
He slammed the door in silence left her staring at a wall
She shouted her final word They bowed their last curtain call. Caught her in the street to say, “ Babe I was wrong” Both spoke out in silence A cat’s game was the call They walked further towards the brick wall. They made their way to the corner store Where they stood face to face Neither one saw the sadness in the other’s eyes. A brick wall had grown where there once was love Now stood strong and tall And they walked away And they walked away And they walked away From the brick wall. There’s always obstacles to climb No one there to catch your fall. Do you think of me when you’re lonely in your room? Cause you’re crampn’ up my brain Nothing else can get through Every now and then I think I see you up ahead. But it’s never what I hoped for Wishing you were there instead And I know you’re better off On your side Said I know you’re better off on your side I know you’re better off on your side I know you’re better off on your side Of the brick wall |
The Wall
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; piano; vocals
Carlos Dias: Bass; guitar; programing Brian Connor: guitar Lefty: guitar Don Fortin: drums Eng: Tiff Jimber, Carlos Dias, Adam Sussman Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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| 5. | Amanda | Play | Amanda
Amanda I was thinking yesterday
You're like a bug attracted to the disco light Fast nights and slow days A hard reality with your life spinning around Everyday lost in the haze Amanda you don't seem to care So tell me why tell me why should I I'm loosing all hope letting go of your rope Waving bye by by You don't seem to care So tell me why should I? You're falling hard like rain upon the street And when the sun dries you up Nothing's clean You're never neat Everyone has rinsed you off of his or her hands You say that you can't find help But I reach for you As you sink into the sand You need to love yourself Cause you're worth everything Don't listen to anybody else You need to love yourself Cause you're worth everything Don't listen to anybody else |
Amanda
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; vocals; piano; programing; synth
Ross Moskowitz: bass Matt Bobb: guitar Brian Wilson: drums Eng: Tiff Jimber, Matt Bobb Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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| 6. | Ape 7 | Play | Ape 7
Knew you for six years
Met you on a California day You were from Michigan You were so kind And when camp was over We promised we would write You traveled the world You saw all the sights I caught up on where you'd been You saw the great wall The jungles of Thailand The Brooklyn Bridge You say it all I have a gig next week, aren't you gonna come? You're home was in the hills with the stars Mine at the world famous zoo And we'd jam for hours When you drove on through I still have your books I play every while How little they were worth Now they're all I have I have a gig next week, aren't you gonna come? You loved music you wouldn't let it die You loved animals converted to vegan While I ordered a steak With a side of fries I saw you at the cafe I sat by the fire And you strummed all of my tunes And you came to see me play in the smoke filled rooms I have a gig next week, aren't you gonna come? I don't believe that you died I hear you playing They Might Be Giants "I am the entertainer, and I know just where I stand." You're not dead You're still here You're not dead Aren't you still here? You're not dead, I don't believe no, You're still here You're not dead, aren’t you still here? I have a gig next week, aren't you gonna come??? |
Ape 7
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; piano; synth; vocals
Ross Moskowitz: bass Brian Wilson: drums Eng: Tiff Jimber, Matt Bobb Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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| 7. | Watch Me Drown | Play | Watch Me Drown
I’ve been whipped around and beaten’ down
The bills at my back are gain’n fast And I don’t even know where I belong anymore I see lights on in homes But none can I call my own Hey, hey, Sit right back and just Watch me drown I know it’s hard to keep your head above the waves When your world is crashing down I know I’ll be on firm ground soon But for now …..just Watch me drown My feet are fury with the rats that use me as their Second home I’ve been down so long I forgot which way is up I pray for a sign but all I find is bad luck Can’t anybody hear what I say? Can’t make it through one more day |
Watch Me Drown
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; piano; synth; vocals
David Pezzini: bass Brian Connor: guitar Don Fortin: drums Kelvin Underwood: hand percussion Eng: Adam Sussman, Matt Bobb Mix: Matt Bobb, Tiff Jimber |
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| 8. | So What | Play | So What
I left the office with the faces that made it
The prison I the refugee I tried my best but I couldn’t fake it The straight and narrow path isn't meant to be So what if I'm not who I thought I was supposed to be So what if I'm not Who I thought I was supposed to be Will you still love me? Graduate now you need a job Cause everybody else has something Make your way up the social ladder But in the end does it matter When at night You collapse in bed Close your eyes and admit defeat Despise yourself What you've become What you could be How quickly a life plan can change Everything that you ever hoped for You stand up and you rearrange Move on Stronger than before who I was who I was who I was |
So What
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; vocals; piano; synth; programing
Ross Moskowitz: bass Brian Wilson: drums Eng: Tiff Jimber, Matt Bobb Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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| 9. | Backwards | Play | Backwards
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Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; piano; synth; vocals
Ross Moskowitz: bass Brian Wilson: drums Eng: Tiff Jimber, Matt Bobb Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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| 10. | Gone | Play | Gone
It's been a while since I've spoken' words so true
Skated on your body of ice Fell straight through Now I realize the mistake that I have made Given' to a boy But given' to late I'm gone And there's no one in my place I'd never wish this on you But I'm gone, gone, gone And there's nothing you can do for a girl that loves you But is gone I am gone You never wished for this We both knew I'd have to leave Like changes in the wind I'd blow away like a leaf I guess we pushed Reality underneath the rug Crawled into the comfortable Left the rest up to luck I wouldn't take a second back It was all worth the world I'd give anything just to stay here and be your girl |
Gone
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; piano; vocals; programing
Yalley Kievsky: strings Paul Cristo: string arrangement Joe Gyomber: harmonica Eng: Matt Bobb, Tiff Jimber Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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