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Words & Music: L. Normand
2007
Luc Normand

Lyrics

 

Yeah I was listenin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd on the radio
And you didn’t say a word as you walked out the door
The music’s been playin’ loud,
but the mood’s been way down low
Oh, you’re gonna have to go

Yeah, Van was goin’ ballistic about
somethin’ goin’ mystic in the lyrics
And as you walked down the street
my feet were keepin’ the beat to the music
You’ve been livin’ in a dream
and I’ve been tryin’ to scream
Please get realistic!
Oh, you’re gonna have to go

I’m sayin’ "Hey, what’s your name?
I don’t know you any more"
I’m sayin’ "Hey, what’s your game?
You been draggin’ me way down low"
You’re gonna have to go

Yeah I overheard the neighbours
talkin’ on their front lawn
I said "Oh no, no. You see...
you’ve got it all wrong"
We were only room-mates all along
They said "By God young man,
what could’ve led her along?"
"She’s got her pattern picked out,
her maid of honour no doubt!"

Oh, you’re gonna have to go...

 

         

 

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Words: L. Normand / Music: Luc Normand, Larry Gentle & Wayne Saumure
2007
Luc Normand, Larry Gentle & Wayne Saumure

Lyrics

© Luc Normand. All Rights Reserved.

I wish I could be a fly upon the wall
To see if your pretty face would light up or fall
Then I'd be there to hear just what you would say
When you get the flowers I sent you today...

I wish... you could be mine

I wish I was a frog livin' in a pond
Just to see you swimmin' with no clothes on
On my big lily pad I'd pucker up for a kiss
Hopin’ I could be your fairy tale prince...

I wish... I wish you... I wish... you could be mine

I wish I could be a thought that gets inside your mind
Then you could do my thinking cause I'm not the thoughtful kind
If I could be your glasses why then you could see through me
I would bring your full attention to things you cannot see...

I wish I was a novel, the kind you’d read in bed
Then I'd be there to comfort you with words I wish I'd said
My spine may have been tattered and my cover showing through
(but at least) every time you'd turn the page
I'd get another look at you

I wish... I wish you... I wish... you could be mine

I wish you were a spider in an abandoned garden shed
Then I could be a spider too and get caught up in your web
Then the birds and the bees they'd have nothin' on me
Cause I'd have eight furry legs and they’d all aim to please...

I wish... I wish you... I wish... you could be mine

 

         

 

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Words & Music: L. Normand
2007
Luc Normand

Lyrics

 

Those who say life’s got its ups and downs
Ain’t ever lived in my home town
You can gauge your day where I come from
By the size of the hill you just tumbled from

And the old folks got their favourite line
"This mountain ain’t gettin’ any smaller...
No stairs, elevators, just this steep incline
...so you’d better learn to climb..."

So you start climbin’ this mountain on your hands and knees
You look like you’re beggin’ "Help me, please!"
You wear out your pride like an old pair of shoes
Whoever said we had to pay your dues?

And there ain’t much ground I’ve left behind...
"This mountain ain’t gettin’ any smaller...
No stairs, elevators, just this steep incline
...so you’d better learn to climb..."

 

         

 

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Words & Music: L. Normand
2007
Luc Normand

Lyrics

© Luc Normand. All Rights Reserved.

I held that key-chain you gave me that night, pre-flight
The night you kept me warm underneath the autumn starlight
I was so certain those warm embraces you gave me were dreams
of a seeker seeing illusions cast by moon beams

Ooh, it felt so nice, to send loneliness to be sacrificed
All I knew was forgotten, except for you
I had no reason for singin' the blues

I'll tell you about my birds, bees, flowers and trees
they'd been blown out to sea by a violent spring breeze
And were lost in a liquid desert, ever adrift
Until out of the blue you gave me your loving gift

 

         

 

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Words & Music: L. Normand
2007
Luc Normand

Story

The worldwide, top-selling track from the album "Once Upon a Chime... in my Head"... (because there's lots of Megans, Meagans & Meaghans in the world), yet it doesn't have a video!?! Don't mistake this boring lyric video I threw together with some photos I snapped as the real deal, it isn't. That's where YOU come in... Want more info? Click the logo...© Luc Normand. All Rights Reserved.

Lyrics

 

Meagan is crying tonight, it's a shame
I guess not every love you find is the kind that never ends
And she knows, this one did a long time ago
There's an empty heart now, where it used to overflow

The tears have all dried up and she's tryin' hard
To forget a broken dream that fell like a shooting star
And I know, she'll survive, she's been there before
Every time I see her, I feel I'm knocking on her door

Meagan please answer, you are a lonely girl
And I am just a poor boy, who would give you the world
Your love has died, but I can give you mine
Meagan please be here in my arms tonight

Meagan is crying tonight, it's a shame
I guess not every love you find is the kind that never ends
And I know, she'll survive, she's been there before
Every time I see her, I feel I'm knocking on her door

 

         

 

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Words & Music: L. Normand
2007
Luc Normand

Lyrics

© Luc Normand. All Rights Reserved.

The telephone rang, and I reached out my hand
To find out who was callin’ me this time
So much to my surprise, it brought a tear to my eye
I sure am glad you dropped me a line

You know I care for you deeply, and I often think sweetly
Of the times when we were young
But in time a boy’s got to be a man and do all he can
To find out once and for all... if he can reach the stars

I’m gonna be busy for a while
And I’m sorry I won’t be around to share your smile
Maybe someday you’ll hear my voice like magic on the radio
But at least until that time... we’ve still got the telephone line

You know I care for you deeply, and I often think sweetly
Of the times when we were young
But in time a boy’s got to be a man and do all he can
To find out once and for all... if his dreamin’ days are done

...Yeah, maybe someday you’ll see me singin' this song on a video
But at least until that time... we’ve still got the doorbell chime

 

         

 

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Words: L. Normand & G. Zentner / Music: L. Normand
2007
Luc Normand & Gregg Zentner

Lyrics

 

She is the memory, the memory in my mind
Memories don’t go to sleep, they’re rekindled all the time
Every time I see you Babe, I think of all you’ve meant
Every time I see you look at me I see a love that’s Heaven sent

But you are the one,
the one I know, the one I love
The one that makes the stars above me glow

I’ve got memories of love, and visions in my mind
I’ve got memories of you for a long, long time
The thought of you and some kids Babe, will always make me smile
You’ve made my life complete and made it all worthwhile

And you are the one,
the one I know, the one I love
The one that makes the stars above me glow

If not for you Babe, the seeds of love would be unsown
You’ve brought a quality… such that I’ve never known
But now I thank you Babe, you’ve opened up my eyes
I will always remember you, beyond the tears that I’ve cried

Cause you are the one,
the one I know, the one I love
The one that makes the stars above me glow
Yes you are the one,
the one I know, the one I love
The one that made the stars high above me glow

 

         

 

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Words & Music: L. Normand
2007
Luc Normand

Story

On the road, away from a loved one (who can't cook), in a motel room that brings back an eclectic array of childhood memories. A song about being on the road but that, ironically, was written in the rented room I called home at the time.


Lyrics

The fake wood panelling on the closet door
reminds me of my Dad’s old car
The lampshade reminds me of my Mom’s long skirts
she’d wear out in the yard
And the ceiling ain’t made quite the same
but it’s got that nicotine glow
Yeah this hotel room ain’t nowhere near it
but it sure reminds me of home

Ooo... yeah it sure reminds me of home

The ashtray’s made of the same ceramic
as my sister’s piggy bank
And the boat in that sun-faded picture frame
looks like the one my big brother sank
Yeah with these four walls cavin’ in on me,
I only wish I had my own boat to row
No it ain’t anywhere near it
but it sure reminds me of home

Ooo... yeah it sure reminds me of home

Yeah these eggs... they sure taste like rubber
and I only wish the bacon would too
I’m a hundred and fifty thousand miles away
but this place sure reminds me of you
Yeah this place sure reminds me of you

Ooo...

The fake wood panelling on the closet
reminds me of my Dad’s old car
The lampshade... of my Mom’s long skirts
she'd wear gardening in the yard
Yeah these miles are gonna drive me crazy
if the memories don’t
Yeah this hotel room ain’t nowhere near it
but it sure reminds me of home

Ooo... yeah it sure reminds me of home

 

         

 

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Words & Music: L. Normand
2007
Luc Normand

Lyrics

 

Though I know I let you kiss me
Up there on the dance floor
Yes I know I let you kiss me
Right there when the lights were low

Everybody around was waiting to see
The rumours stirring all around
Everybody was watching you and me
And you loved it as it all went down

You can’t force your dreams on anyone
Like you tried to force your tongue on me
I’ll be your friend til you cross that line
then you’ll never set your eyes on me...

Cause it’s once, shame on you... twice, shame on me

I'm not offended by your reaction
And no, I'm not gay, but thanks for askin'
It's a perfectly legitimate question
For someone who can't handle rejection

But it's still once, shame on you... twice, shame on me

 

         

 

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Words & Music: L. Normand
2007
Luc Normand

Lyrics

© Luc Normand. All Rights Reserved.

I’m wasting the best part of me
on people who just don’t see
I’d rather be somewhere else

This is not the life I want to live
A little for me and then give, give, give
I’d rather be somewhere else

And there’s a turn that you turn
when you learn that you’ve earned
a little less than nothing
And the ones that you love
are those you’re thinkin’ of
a little more than nothing

And how do you make it come together?
How do you make it come together?

And the longer you wait to get going
the longer the journey seems to be
But the sooner you get on the road
the longer the journey seems to be

The sooner you start, the longer you wait
But you’re runnin’ and runnin’ cause you can’t be late
And the clock’ll strike whether you’re there or not
Get there and remember what you forgot

No time to think, no time to sleep
No time to make time while the seconds creep
Analog, digital, sundials, internals
Ticking and tocking sounds infernal

(Clickety Clock’s not my friend…)

Traffic drastic. Nice trick
I’m jammed. I’m spammed. I’m damned.
I’d rather be somewhere else

Someday I pray I’ll say I’m on my way
My time, free time, family time all mine
And I won’t wanna be somewhere else

Cuz there’s a turn that I’ll turn
and I’ll learn that I’ve earned
a little more than lovin’
And the ones that I love
tell me I’m the one they’re thinking’ of
and they’d do anything… for me

And then I’ll know it came together
Yes, then I’ll know it came together

 

         

 

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Words & Music: Luc Normand
2011
Luc Normand

Lyrics

 

I saw a pretty bunny the other day,
Hoppin' with his basket, to and fro
Up and down the road on his merry way,
‘til Mommy decided to go to the store.

I heard Daddy say "Dear, you'd better slow down,
you really should take more care"
"There's lots of little kiddies runnin' all around
and watch out for that little hare!"
Then I heard Mommy say: "What little bunny?"
As the car lunged over a hill
And that's when Mommy saw the Easter Bunny
In her rear-view mirror... layin' still

(9-1-1... 9-1-1!)

     Yes, my Mommy killed the Easter Bunny.
     My Mommy killed him dead.
     My Daddy laughed but it wasn't funny
     as the tires crushed his head...
     Now you can't imagine how I felt like a fool
     No, no, don't laugh, it wasn't funny
     When I had to stand in front of the whole damn school and admit:
     "Yes, it was my Mommy, who killed the Easter Bunny!"

Now I'm all grown up, I've got a wife
and a little boy of my own
He seems to be happy leading a normal life
but he'd rather stay at home
When we go out on Sunday afternoons
to visit his dear ol' Granny
He says "I don't ever wanna see that ol' coot..."
"Cause she's the one...
who killed the Easter Bunny!"

     Yes, my Mommy killed the Easter Bunny.
     My Mommy killed him dead.
     My Daddy laughed but it wasn't funny
     as the tires crushed his head...
     Now you can't imagine how I felt like a jerk
     No, no, don't laugh, it wasn't funny
     When I had to stand in front of the staff at work and admit:
     "Yes, it was my Mommy, who killed the Easter Bunny!"
     "She killed the Easter Bunny..."

 

         

 

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Words: L. Normand / Music: Luc Normand & Larry Gentle
2007
Luc Normand & Larry Gentle

Lyrics

© Luc Normand. All Rights Reserved.

Don’t tell anyone that I’d be lost without you
Don’t tell anyone that I’m madly in love with you
Infatuated, totally elated, a love so under-rated
Ooh all these feelings that these words have under-stated
About the best that I could possibly do
Is to say that my never-ending love is just for you

Don’t tell anyone about the plans we’ll have someday
Don’t tell anyone about the dreams we share today
Just day-dreaming, always believing, forever scheming
Ooh all these fantasies have got me beaming
And still the best that I could possibly do
Is to say that my never-ending love and devotion’s just for you

Come closer, let me be by your side
Help me never to hide the feelings I have for you
Infatuated, totally elated, a love so under-rated
Ooh all these feelings that these words have under-stated
Just day-dreaming, always believing, forever scheming
Ooh all these fantasies have got me beaming
And still the best that I could possibly do
Is to say that my never-ending love and devotion’s just for you

 

         

 

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Words: L. Normand / Music: Presley Jane
10/31/2012

Story

It started with a request from an old friend, Leon Switzer, to sing Green Day's "Time of Your Life" for a video he was putting together of an historic building move for the Lansdowne Park redevelopment project. And although both Warner Music and Green Day were amenable to it, I'm so very honoured that he asked me for an original song instead. The words came out of me quite easily (as they often do) but what happened next was beyond my wildest dreams. Before I could put my own lyrics to music, my beautiful, wonderful little girl did. She eclipsed every hope I had for the song and sent her Daddy and everyone involved in the project over the moon. Here's what she came up with inside of about 24 hours...

Lyrics

I'm not tryin' to change you.
I'm just tryin' to move you.
Make the earth move beneath your world.
Give you a new perspective.
I don't mean disrespect, it's...
...normal the way things unfurl.

But change for the sake of change
...is never worth the time.
Sometimes changing everything else
...makes your whole world chime.

     That's why I don't want to tear you down.
     Too many memories we'd be sifting.
     I will always need you around.
     Like you've done for me... I want to be uplifting.
     I never want to lose you, I just want to move you.
     Make the earth move beneath your feet.
     Takin' you with me cuz you're so sweet!
     I will reinforce you...
     Hold you up the whole day through.
     I just want to move you.

The same sun will rise on us tomorrow.
The same rain will fall.
We will navigate the narrows.
Open the same doors when they call.

And when that day will dawn,
When all will finally come,
You will still be standing strong
A castle where we all belong...

No I don't want to change you...
I only want to move you.

        This way you can take what you like
        Leave the rest behind
        Takin' a hike
        With an open mind
        There will be nothing inside
        Just an empty shell
        Fill it back up with
        Whatever the hay...
           ...you want...

     No I don't want to change you...
     I don't want to change you...
     Never want to lose you,
     Don't want to tear you down,
     Just want to bring you 'round...
     I... just... want... to... move. You.

 

         

 

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Credits...

Pic of Luc playing favourite 12-String
by Leon T. Switzer (www.TotalPhoto.ca)

Latest Creation...

 

Current status...

In studio, working on next release tentatively entitled "Valley Roots".

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