Nazz: Nazz

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Nazz

From Chris Huston: I was Associate Producer and Recording Engineer on this album and have some very fond memories of the sessions. For one, Thom Mooney, the drummer, had his jaw wired shut, after he was mugged in New York. I had a barbecue for them at my home, in Coldwater Canyon, and while we all ate barbecued steaks, poor Thom had to make do with a milk shake. The group was fabulous to work with, this being way before Todd had gained any recognition for his unique songwriting talents. I always got a laugh out of the, "Look Harvey - a crab" aside, in "Wildwood Blues". My understanding, at the time, was that this song was a tongue-in-cheek dig at the mundane and pedestrian way of life out in the hinterlands of New Jersey.

"Hello It's Me", is, perhaps, my favorite track. This being because it came out so well, and, there is so much rock'n'roll pathos in it. "Open My Eyes" was one of the first uses of phasing. For this I used 2 tape machines, not as it is being done today, with a piece of outboard gear especially designed to simulate phase shift. If you look at the original album credits, you will see me listed as engineer. The album was recorded at ID Sound, on North La Brea, in Hollywood. The ID stood for Ivan and Dawn, the owner and his wife. The recordings were done on an Ampex 8 track recorder, using the studio's custom built console.

Open My Eyes

  Underneath your gaze I was found in
  The haze I'm wandering around in
  I am lost in the dark of my own room
  And I can't see a thing but the fire in your eyes

  Clear my eyes, make me wise
  Or is all I believe in lies
  I really don't know when or where to go
  And I can't see a thing 'til you open my eyes

  I've been told by some you'll forget me
  The thought doesn't upset me
  I am blind to whatever they're saying
  And all I can see is the fire in your eyes

  Can't believe that it's on your mind
  To leave me behind

Back of Your Mind

  You know you don't have to tell me
  What it is makes a man angry
  But what you do have to tell me
  What it is that you think there is to laugh about
  Standing here waiting for an explanation
  Seems like a waste of time
  Try to see how much you can get away with
  You might get away with anything you'd say
  I don't know your mind

  You can take what's mine, you can share my bed
  You can go where I go, you can cry when I'm dead
  But you don't get nothing 'til you tell me what's in
  The back of your mind

  You're somebody special
  Or I won't let you be with me
  And I don't like to get angry
  But it's my habit of taking things seriously
  I know what you do when I'm not around you
  To see you're doing right
  I got evil in mind but I wouldn't put it past you
  Your silence shows that you won't disclose
  Just what's in your mind

See What You Can Be

  Let's talk about the things you wonder
  Things that you're trying to hide
  When words slip up, you drag them under,
     making me stand outside
  But from all I can see,
     you've become somewhat frightened of me
  But my thoughts run high of what we could be
  If we didn't stop to think
     of what could go wrong on our way there

  I want you to see what you can be
  See what we can be if we try

  Here is a thing we can't skip over
  I think you should be around
  What one can do, can two do better,
     don't try to drag the thing down
  If I thought I could be
     something more than I thought I could be
  I would take off and fly if it were me
  I don't need to be reminded
     of the things I don't believe in

Hello It's Me (Nazz version)

Hello, it's me
I've thought about us for a long, long time
Maybe I think too much but something's wrong
There's something here that doesn't last too long
Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine

Seeing you
Or seeing anything as much as I do
I take for granted that you're always there
I take for granted that you just don't care
Sometimes I can't help seeing all the way through

It's important to me that you know you are free
'Cause I never want to make you change for me

Think of me
You know that I'd be with you if I could
I'll come around to see you once in a while
Or if I ever need a reason to smile
And spend the night if you think I should

Sometimes I thought it wasn't so bad

Wildwood Blues

  Got them old, Wildwood blues
  Got them old, Wildwood blues
  Wildwood town, some bad news
  Got them old, Wildwood blues

  Drinking beer by the sea
  Giant baseball park by the sea
  Looking like 1953
  Vegetable soup by the sea

  Look, Harvey, a crab!

  Got into town on the 445
  I could hardly wait to arrive
  Local yokel hippies start performing their tricks
  I try to make it out on the 446

  Luxurious accommodations, room and board
  But I take no anger until I fall on the floor
  Baskets, sea shells, anything became my bed
  The local yokels and Jeanie jumped in just the same now

If That's The Way You Feel

  If that's the way you feel, don't change your mind
  Be sure this time, I don't really mind
  If that's the way you feel, let this be gone
  Decide it on what you really want

  I'm not going to plead so that no one is stopping you
  Write when you get to where ever you're going to
  I might have gone but I'm too much involved
  To forget all my problems and think of them solved
  I'm not in the habit of running my fears up a flagpole
  And I'm less concerned of your secrets
     than about why you carry on so
  If you want a little bit of attention
  Why not make a spectacle of your self in public
  Or maybe you could credit me with having
  Enough understanding to merit a wire
  Besides this is the end
  And goodbye, it was real
  But then

When I Get My Plane

  One of my friends went flying by
  He at first didn't see me there
  He said that flying got him high
  I at first said I didn't care
  I can wait 'til my time comes around
  With my feet on the ground
  When I get my plane

  Porsches and Jaguars are a bore
  I don't think trains are here to stay
  I don't like taxis anymore
  I don't think buses are the way
  And as Wilbur and Orville have said,
  "I think cycling's dead.
  When I get my plane

Lemming Song

  I was thinking 'bout my troubles this morning
  Trying to decide if I should live or die
  I forgot to leave a note on the mailbox so
  Said I hope that you forget to come by
  I'd wasted time to tell myself
  It's wrong to leave you by yourself
  The love I have does not exceed
  The fear I have of you when you need someone to plead
  With you to try again
  And beg you not to cry in vain and be your friend
  Why is it me? Why is it me? Why is it me now?

  I was never meant to carry the burden
  Keeping track of someone else's life as my own
  How can I enjoy the time when I'm with you when
  I'm afraid to ever leave you alone
  I wish you'd stop this game or else
  Begin to lean on someone else
  I'd like to leave you far behind
  Before I'm found in your state of mind
  Because I need to lead a life of my own
  I wish you'd find somebody else and leave me alone
  Why bother me? Why bother me? Why bother me now?

Crowded

  Crowded, my life's so crowded
  Not enough time to do the things I want to do
  Faces, so many faces
  Not enough time to search through all of them for you

  See you know what I mean
  When I say that nothing should come between

  For you, I'd do anything for you
  As long as I know that you are where you want to be
  Happy, we'll stay happy
  As long as I know that's your way of loving me

She's Goin' Down

  About time you took a stand
  But please don't misunderstand
  I know she won't be back again
  I think she's taken all she can

  She's goin' down
  She's comin' 'round
  It's all over, she's goin' down
  She's goin' down for the last time
  Don't bother waiting for the next time around

  The first time, it doesn't show
  And her kind, just come and go
  She's like a ship, a drifting free
  And now she's sinking in the sea

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