Confessions of St. Ace

  • Humble Bee

    Once upon a time
    I could have had it all
    A princess with a price on her head
    Or the prince who’d climb her wall
    But when pride has it in for someone
    None of us can check the fall
    Now I’m humble as a bumblebee
    I’m getting used to how things have to be
    Just another mumble
    Buzzing round and round in rings
    So afraid that I won’t be king

    This is the sting, I still want everything
    Here is the twist, you’re on my list and
    Here’s what I mean, you’re still the queen
    And I want you

    Now I wonder
    If I will ever be
    The lighthouse in a sea of shadows
    That you were when you shined for me
    When I was going under
    You knew when and where to be
    Now I’m as good as Ebenezer after his conversion
    I’d give all my goods away with no coercion
    I’d give almost anything
    Just to hear the hum of your wings

    This is the sting, I still want everything
    Here is the twist, you’re on my list and
    Here’s what I mean, you’re still the queen
    And I want you, honey, I want you

    I was as ’umble as Uriah
    Just before his tumble
    But I fumbled for the best of me
    Amongst the jumble
    Heaven knows where we went wrong
    Don Quixote or Donkey Kong

    This is the sting, I still want everything
    Here is the twist, you’re on my list
    Here’s what I mean, you’re still the queen
    And I want you, honey, I want you
    I want you

  • She's a Piece of Work

    Some things look hard and then they’re not
    Like getting on a tightrope and falling off
    But there’s never been anything harder than losing her
    She’s so demanding, so intense
    Her expectation of the ordinary is so immense
    Better take her at her word
    It would be easier to give up than live up to her
    Such ludicrous perfection isn’t found on earth
    And for anyone who said that love was easy
    I said, for anyone who said that love was easy
    She’s a piece of work

    She’s up and down, she’s round the wheel
    She’s governed absolutely by the way she feels
    That’s a lethal combination in a small house when it rains
    We sit around, then it pours
    Me, I’m so addicted to the great indoors
    And she wants to shine again
    She’s the only person I have ever met
    Who makes me feel I haven’t tried hard yet
    And for anyone who said that love was easy
    I said, for anyone who said that love was easy
    She’s a piece of work

    And for anyone who said that love was easy
    For anyone who said that love was easy
    She’s a piece of work

  • People Love to Watch You Die

    People love to watch you die
    And wonderful to tell
    People you have never met
    Claim to know you well
    People love to watch you die
    Dig your dignity
    One guy said ’he’s better dead
    Than how he used to be’
    They’ll sell the souvenirs
    And the relics of your tears
    They build a little shrine, wait until it shines
    They love to watch you die and you know why

    People love to watch you die
    It gets them sexually
    And then they smoke a cigarette
    And make a cup of tea
    People love to watch you fry
    They love to throw the switch
    They’ll either have you crucified
    Or burn you as a witch
    They send bouquets of flowers
    And then stare at space for hours
    They build a little shrine, wait until it shines
    They love to watch you die and you know why

    People love to watch you die
    Then give your family hell
    They call it grief but it’s just a relief
    And they know that full well
    People love to watch you drown
    The symbol’s what they need
    They’d rather not see you at all
    Than watch your hair recede
    And just to watch your pain
    They’d bring you back to life again
    They build a little shrine, sing you Auld Lang Syne
    They love to watch you die and you know why

  • I'm Wrong About Everything

    You win the argument
    At the end of every night
    I never know the perfect time
    To hit the bedside light
    Then we lie awake
    Watch headlights climb the blinds
    I want you to know what’s going on
    In my mind
    I thought I was immortal a little while ago
    I thought that I was right but now I know
    I’m wrong about everything
    I think that I can sing
    And when you hear the song, you’ll wanna sing along
    I’m wrong about everything
    Think I know what’s happening
    I think you’ll like our song, but I’m wrong

    The colours fade to grey
    And I’m left with black and white
    Don’t know why I try
    To fight with what is right
    The truth is on our lips
    It looks like time to tell
    But you know I could be wrong about that as well
    I thought a happy ending was more or less assured
    I thought a little warmth could win the war
    I’m wrong about everything
    I think that I can sing
    And when you hear the song, you’ll wanna sing along
    I’m wrong about everything
    Think I know what’s happening
    I think you’ll like our song, but I’m wrong

    I’ll do the best I can
    To be your lover man
    I’ll stand corrected
    Just to be elected
    I’ll do what I can do
    To get up close to you
    Listen.... Sh......
    I’m wrong about everything
    I think that I can sing
    And when you hear the song, you’ll wanna sing along
    I’m wrong about everything
    Think I know what’s happening
    I think you’ll like our song, but I’m wrong

  • Same Piece of Air

    Yesterday we were the best of friends
    Today we can’t get back again
    Time has crept in crevices
    And patterns down the wall
    We could paint over the papered cracks
    Tomorrow they would all crack back
    Who are we to try to stop the fall?
    There’s no reason to worry
    There’s no reason to care
    There’s no reason to wonder
    It’s not going anywhere
    And we used to love to share the same piece of air

    We behave like real human beings
    Who eat, then wash the dishes clean
    But I have held you in my arms
    And tried to read your mind
    And maybe baby if we both relax
    The axe that grinds behind our backs
    Will wear itself to nothing over time
    There’s no reason to worry
    There’s no reason to care
    There’s no reason to wonder
    We’re not going anywhere
    And we used to love to share the same piece of air
    We used to breathe in and out together
    Every one second lasted forever

    There’s no reason to worry
    There’s no reason to care
    There’s no reason to wonder
    We’re not going anywhere
    And we used to love to share the same piece of air

  • Old Girlfriends

    Could they call your name much louder
    Those sirens on the shore
    Arresting your attention
    Standing easy by the door
    Deny them if you want to
    Defy them if you dare
    Just when you thought you’d shelved them
    In the cupboard marked ’Beware!’

    Out of the then, Into the now
    Ghost who’ll make the most of every morsel you’ll allow them
    Though we know you’ve changed so much since then
    They’ll get you in the end
    They’re your old girlfriends

    Do you think you could avoid them
    As you skim from page to page
    These permanent reminders
    That you never act your age
    There’s traps in every dedication
    Bombs in every drawer
    Strands of hair (Unfair! Unfair!)
    Now tripwires on the floor

    Out of the then, Into the now
    Ghosts who’ll make the most of every morsel you’ll allow them
    Though we know you’ve changed so much since then
    They’ll get you in the end
    They’re your old girlfriends
    (Ladies from Hades)

    There are habits that we cast aside
    And ones we can’t unlearn
    Some crap we do not deserve
    But most of it we earn

  • Bad Dream Baby

    She had a criminal conversation with the devil
    On the back seat of a burned out Toyota Camry
    She said she’d finally found a way to start a family
    But not one soul could conceive that she was on the level
    And the strange thing was she didn’t seem to care
    He got what he came for and left her to kiss the air

    But the baby burned like bitumen inside her
    That inhuman son of a bitch never even called her
    The doctor said, ’It’ll be some kind of daughter’
    She dreamed she gave birth to a thousand spiders
    Who crawled up to her ear and called her mother
    And whispered words of wonder from her other love
    There There, There There
    It’ll be all right, It’s just a dream
    A bad dream baby

    The days flew by like petals on a flower
    Until the hour she screamed out with a vengeance
    The busy father could not be in attendance
    Although he sent his people to the baby shower
    And her tiny eyes were brighter than the sun
    And shone upon her mother more than anyone
    There There, There There
    It’ll be all right, It’s just a dream
    A bad dream baby

    Now when mother dreams her dark and handsome stranger
    Good daughter brings her messages and money
    Changes dirt and dust to bread and honey
    The dowager’s reward for peopling the manger
    And that little girl is growing in this world
    You can tell she’ll always be her daddy’s girl
    You can tell she’ll always be her daddy’s little girl
    It’ll be all right, It’s just a dream
    A bad dream baby

  • Goth Girl

    Goth girl
    What are you wearing today
    Black again
    Goth girl
    It’s such a fine day in May
    But you think it’s raining
    One day I’m gonna kiss the lipstick off your mouth

    Goth girl
    Why so afraid of the sun
    Do you hate the light
    Goth girl
    You should be out having fun
    And home by midnight
    I can’t see your eyes behind your bangs
    As you sit there on the wall and bare your fangs
    At men like me but
    One day I’m gonna kiss the lipstick off your mouth
    I’m gonna kiss the lipstick off your mouth
    Goth girl

    Goth girl
    Who is the guy on the leash
    Does he wash dishes
    Goth girl
    He looks like Pete Murphy to me
    Oh yeah he wishes
    I know he’s appropriately frail
    But I bet he can’t afford to take you to Nine Inch Nails
    I’ve got two tickets
    One day I’m gonna kiss the lipstick off your mouth
    I’m gonna kiss the lipstick off your mouth
    Goth girl

    Goth girl
    I know you’re supersmart
    You’ve turned your bad habits into art
    Your fake black magic accessories
    Have cast a real spell on me

    Goth girl
    When will I see you again
    It’s been two weeks
    Goth girl
    I asked the rest of your friends
    But they don’t speak to me
    One day I’m gonna kiss the lipstick off your mouth
    I’m gonna wipe the lipstick off your mouth
    Goth girl
    Goth girl
    Undead undead undead

  • You in Spite of Yourself

    What have they done to you darling?
    What did you let them do?
    Cos I can’t believe they’d get that far
    Without some assistance from you
    Did you offer scant resistance
    When the black light turned to blue?
    Was it everything you dreamed of?
    Did you think you’d still be you
    In spite of yourself?

    What have they done to you, darling?
    How’d they get away with that?
    When you saw their funny mouse suits
    Did you know that they were rats?
    And I think, I know, I’m sure you were
    Aware of every ruse
    You’ve even changed your name
    Maybe that’s why you’re confused
    In spite of yourself

    Through a crack in your disguise
    Your eye is peeping through
    And it’s like sunlight through the curtains

    What have they done to you, darling?
    Who are they anyway?
    Give us their addresses
    We’ll hear what they have to say
    We revile the things we hate
    But give credit where it’s due
    And you’ve had a big fakeover
    It could be a big improvement
    But I guess that you’re still you
    You in spite of yourself

  • Our Lady of the Highways

    I’m here in Philadelphia
    She got caught down in DC
    It’s a wretched night, it’s raining
    But she’s coming up to meet me
    There’s nothing I can do
    By the time she gets halfway
    She’ll be tired of 95
    The spray off those trucks sucks
    I hope she gets through alive

    Our Lady of the Highways
    Keep my baby straight tonight
    Guide her safely down the road
    Keep her always in the light
    Let the sad moon looking down on me
    Shine bright as she comes here
    ’’Til Our Lady of the Highways
    May appear

    Sometimes the weather’s worst
    When you have some place to be
    Like the time we drove to Boston
    In the snow from New York City
    Frozen to the bone
    And we saw the planes fly high above
    On metal wings and prayers
    And tried to find some radio
    Hoping one day we would be there

    Our Lady of the Highways
    Keep my baby straight tonight
    Guide her safely down the road
    Keep her always in the light
    Let the sad moon looking down on me
    Shine bright as she comes here
    ’’Til Our Lady of the Highways
    May appear

    And I guess she always gets here
    Heaven knows just how she does
    And that statue of our Lady
    Is crying tears of love

    Now I’m in San Francisco
    A town too hard for love
    She’s driving from Seattle
    800 miles above me
    Why are we apart?
    So please don’t let the fog roll

    Heavy on that Highway 5
    I want her here so soon
    But I want her here alive

    Our Lady of the Highways
    Keep my baby straight tonight
    Guide her safely down the road
    Keep her always in the light
    Let the sad moon looking down on me
    Shine bright as she comes here
    ’’Til Our Lady of the Highways
    May appear

  • After the Fact

    There is a room that you just now walked out of
    It has everything in it but you
    There’s a mirror that knew what you looked like
    And a door that has ruined the view
    There’s a carpet depressed by your footsteps
    A hallway which echoes their sound
    There’s an arrow that points to the exit
    And a lift that goes no further down, no further down

    There’s a stage play that shows every evening
    With no prompter, no plot and no lines
    The actors don’t know what they’re doing
    They improvise all of their lives
    And the action’s all happening offstage
    Where the props meet the actual things
    Someone saw you with a gun in your hand
    I heard the report from the wings

    You say you’re leaving
    When I know that you’re gone
    After the fact, you’ll be back
    But long after the song

    If ever I try to run after
    The ceiling reveals the sky
    The carpet is pulled out from under
    The walls disappear in the flies
    Behind them, the lenses of cameras
    They all want a piece of us now
    The story behind the unmaking
    The what and the why and the how
    Excuse if I choose not to bow

    You say you’re leaving
    When I know that you’re gone
    After the fact, you’ll be back
    But long after the song is gone
    After the fact, you’ll be gone
    But long after the song

  • Too Much Into Nothing

    I’d love to get inside your head
    And let’s be blunt
    There are other words
    That rhyme as well
    But that’s just the way I am
    Understand
    That I am underneath your spell

    Am I reading too much into the way you touch me?
    When you brush by, it’s much too much
    Am I reading too much into nothing?

    I know all the codes and signs
    Yours and mine
    I read the words between your lines
    Who knows what’s you’ll do next?
    I’ll reflect
    Anything you choose to shine
    Am I reading too much into the way you touch me?
    When you brush by, it’s much too much
    Am I reading too much into nothing?
    Am I reading too much into the things you do?
    And do they mean the same to you?
    Am I reading too much into nothing?

    Am I thinking too hard about the things you say?
    A glance can last me one whole day

    Am I reading too much into the way you touch me?
    When you brush by, it’s much too much
    Am I reading too much into nothing?

    Am I reading too much into the way you touch me?

Radical Gentlemen press photo by Carol Hodge

Radical Gentlemen press photo by Carol Hodge

Produced by Gary Burnette and Rob Seidenberg

Guitar, Vocals, Harmony Vocals, Pump Organ: JWH
Guitars: Gary Burnette
Keyboards: Tim Lauer, Jeff Roach
Bass: Mark Hill
Drums: Greg Morrow, Steve Brewster
Percussion: Eric Darken
Pedal Steel: Al Perkins
French Horn: Jennifer Kummer
Harmony Vocals: Georgia Middleman, Mark Ivey, Michael Mellett, Big Kenny, John Rich

Lovesponge:
Kristin Wilkinson – viola
John Catchings – cello
David Davidson – violin
David Angell – violin
Steve Earle – Vocals and Mandolin on Our Lady Of The Highways
Jimmie Dale Gilmore – Vocals on Bad Dream Baby

Additional Musicians on People Love To Watch You Die:

Chris von Sneidern – Harmony
Scott McCaughey – Mellotron, Sleigh Bells and Tambourine
JWH – Electric Guitar Solo
Martin Feveyear – Percussion

Produced by Gary Burnette and Rob Seidenberg

Recorded and Mixed by Joe Baldridge

Recorded and Mixed in ten days in Tennesse at:

The Bennett House, Franklin (13/14th Sept 99)

Second Engineer: Shawn McClean

Dark Horse, Franklin (15th Sept 99)

Second Engineer: Rob Evans

Treasure Isle, Berry Hill (8th – 14th Nov 99)

Second Engineer: Dan Leffler

People Love To Watch You Die: additional recording and mix by Martin Feveyear at Jupiter Studios, Seattle, WA (14th Jan 00)

Arranged by Gary Burnette, Rob Seidenberg and JWH

String Quartet arranged by Kristin Wilkinson

Mastered by Brian Gardener at Bernie Grundman Mastering, Los Angeles (2nd Feb 00)

Photos: Carol Hodge

Design: Hammi

Set Design: Jack Hodge

Horticulturalist: Jim Sangster

Annotations to the lyrics: Wesley Stace, Christopher Stace

Management: Andre Goode at Fountainhead Management (Fountanhed@aol.com)

Representation: Steve Martin at The Agency Group, NYC

All songs written by John Wesley Harding (TOWNSONGS (ASCAP) except Bad Dream Baby written by Harding/McCaughey (TOWNSONGS (ASCAP)/ MacNor Music/Bug Music (BMI)) and People Love To Watch You Die written by Harding/Seidenberg/McCaughey/Baruck (TOWNSONGS (ASCAP)/MacNor Music/Bug Music (BMI), Mokshastrom Music (ASCAP)

Thankyou: Rob Seidenberg and Scott McCaughey, Gary Burnette, Joe Baldridge and everyone involved with the making of The Confessions, Andrea Goode, Peter Barnes and all at Plangent Visions, Abe Baruck and everyone at Hollywood Records, Steve Martin, Phil Jacobs, Madina Salaty and everyone at TAG, Jim Musselman and Josh Michaell at Appleseed records, Barbara Mitchell/Deluxxe Media, Pete Gerald, Diane Schroder, Bruce Springsteen, Robert Lloyd, The Minstrel In The Galleries now known as The English UK, Pete Jenner, Nigel Hinton, David Lewis, Rose Auerbach, Bob Whitfield, Martin Hollander and my family.

HUMBLE BEE (Harding)

Vocals, Harmony Vocals, Guitar: JWH
Guitar, Harmony Vocals: Gary Burnette
Piano, Organ, Harmony Vocals: Jeff Roach
Bass: Mark Hill
Drums: Greg Morrow
Harmony Vocals: Georgia Middleman, Mark Ivey, Michael Mellett

SHE’S A PIECE OF WORK (Harding)

Vocals: JWH
Guitar: Gary Burnette
Wurlitzer: Jeff Roach
Bass: Mark Hill
Drums: Greg Morrow
Harmony Vocals: Ken Alphin, John Rich

PEOPLE LOVE TO WATCH YOU DIE (Harding/McCaughey/Seidenberg/Baruck)

Vocals, Feedback Guitar, Harmony Vocals: JWH
Guitar: Gary Burnette
Piano, Hammond Organ: Tim Lauer
Mellotron, Sleigh Bells, Tambourine: Scott McCaughey
Bass: Mark Hill
Drums: Greg Morrow
French Horn: Jennifer Kummer
String Quartet: Lovesponge
Harmony Vocals: Chris von Sneidern
Choir: Georgia Middleman, Mark Ivey, Michael Mellett

I’M WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING (Harding)

Vocals: JWH
Guitar: Gary Burnette
Keyboards: Tim Lauer
Bass: Mark Hill
Drums: Steve Brewster
Percussion: Eric Darken
Harmony Vocals: Georgia Middleman, Mark Ivey, Michael Mellett

SAME PIECE OF AIR (Harding)

Vocals, Guitar: JWH
Guitar: Gary Burnette
Hammond Organ: Tim Lauer
Pedal Steel: Al Perkins
Bass: Mark Hill
Drums: Greg Morrow
Percussion: Eric Darken
Harmony Vocals: Georgia Middleman, Mark Ivey, Michael Mellett

OLD GIRLFRIENDS (Harding)

Vocals, Pump Organ: JWH
Guitar, Pump Organ: Gary Burnette
Hammond Organ, Rhodes: Tim Lauer
Bass: Mark Hill
Drums: Steve Brewster
Percussion: Eric Darken
Harmony Vocals: Georgia Middleman, Mark Ivey, Michael Mellett

BAD DREAM BABY (Harding/McCaughey)

Vocals, Harmony Vocals: JWH
Vocals: Jimmie Dale Gilmore
Guitar, Garbage Can, Plastic Chair, Music Stand: Gary Burnette
Keyboards: Tim Lauer
Bass: Mark Hill
Drums: Greg Morrow
Clave, Ray Gun:Joe Baldridge.

GOTH GIRL (Harding)

Vocals: JWH
Guitar: Gary Burnette
Guitar: Neddy The Goth
Keyboards: Tim Lauer
Bass: Mark Hill
Drums: Greg Morrow
Percussion: Eric Darken
Harmony Vocals: Georgia Middleman, Mark Ivey, Michael Mellett

YOU IN SPITE OF YOURSELF (Harding)

Vocals, Harmony Vocals, Organ, Guitar: JWH
Guitar: Gary Burnette
Keyboards: Jeff Roach
Bass: Mark Hill
Drums: Greg Morrow
Harmony Vocals: Mark Ivey, Michael Mellett, Duane Jarvis

OUR LADY OF THE HIGHWAYS (Harding)

Vocals: JWH
Vocals and Mandolin: Steve Earle
Accordion and Harmonica: Tim Lauer
Pedal Steel: Al Perkins
Bass: Mark Hill
Drums: Steve Brewster
Percussion: Eric Darken

AFTER THE FACT (Harding)

Vocals: JWH
Guitar: Gary Burnette
Mellotron, Percussion: Jeff Roach
Bass: Mark Hill
Drums: Greg Morrow

TOO MUCH INTO NOTHING (Harding)

Vocals: JWH
Guitar: Gary Burnette
Morse Code: Joe Burnette
Mellotron: Tim Lauer
Bass: Mark Hill
Drums: Steve Brewster
Percussion: Eric Darken
String quartet: Lovesponge

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