Songwriting Samples
by Ian Patrick Gentles
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Goin' For A Ride
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Speak To Me, Taillight
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To Tennessee
05:36
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Pretty Girl
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Nobody Knows My Pain
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North Jersey
03:37
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I'll Find
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This One's For Her
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Rebecca
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Stranger
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A Ballad For Me
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Rubber
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Wanna' Be Loved
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Not My Girl
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Bonnie And Clyde
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Loves To Be
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Like Your Woman
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A Wish In The Breeze
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about
This is not an album, but a collection of various songwriting samples of mine. It's a collection instrumental, quirky, rock, southern, and love songs.
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released 01 January 2011
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Recent album from Ian's band Working Class Hussys available on bandcamp. Ian Patrick Gentles writes melodic indie alternative rock songs.
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- Track Name: Goin' For A Ride
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GOIN' FOR A RIDE
Mama, wave bye bye.
I'm goin' for a long, long drive,
and I won't be back tonight...
"Wait!"
I'm leavin' all my friends behind,
and 'gonna' start a brand new life.
I wanna' be real hard to find...
You can say wait..,
but I need you to be staying strong for us right now,
as I leave this suffocating, one-horse, little town.
I'm goin' for a ride... I'm goin' for a ride...
I can hear that something better's calling out my name,
and the ties here must be severed. I just need a change.
I'm goin' for a ride... I'm goin' for a ride..,
because Mama, this scene's old,
and it no longer feels like home.
It is time to hit the road,
and I can't wait..,
to be somewhere, someone, something. I don't really care,
as long as it's happening, and I'm already there.
I'm goin' for a ride... I'm goin' for a ride... I'm goin' for a ride.
***
Life is different. How can I return to where I've been?
I'm like the distant clouds for miles changing in the wind.
I'm goin' for a ride... I'm goin' for a ride... I'm goin' for a ride.., goin' for a ride.
COPYRIGHT 2010
WORDS AND MUSIC WRITTEN BY IAN PATRICK GENTLES_ - Track Name: Speak To Me, Taillight
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SPEAK TO ME, TAILLIGHT
As I start to doze, in comes a voice, and I wake up instantly.
C-band radios are a bunch of noise until you find the right frequency.
Talk; it's a funny thing. We do more when someone's listening.
Hello, hello... I'm on the C.B. radio. Oh-ho...
Another load, another week over the road.
We each have a name. It's a child's game, and we call it our handle.
Mine is the 'Taillight'. They call me to converse and share the ride.
Hello, hello... I'm on the C.B. radio. Oh-ho...
Where do we go? The highway's moving way too slow, so
speak to me, Taillight. What's your location?
I am stuck at a red light, and I'm trying to get home. Well,
keep off the turnpike, there's an open weigh-station.
Once you cut loose and bob-tail, you should stick to the back roads.
Oh, I could've been anything, but driving is a bit more interesting.
***
It's a lifestyle choice of long trips and great, big convoys.
Hello, hello.., I'm on the C.B. radio. Oh-ho...
Another load, another week over the road, so
speak to me, Taillight. I'm a heavy hauler
that is trying to find you. Check your six, and pass it on, 'cause
it 'aint easy sailing. There's a shark in the water;
that's a '5-0' behind you moving quick. Update your logs.
Oh, I could've been anything, but life handed me a big rig, so
Speak to me, Taillight...
Speak to me, Taillight...
Speak to me, Taillight.
COPYRIGHT 2010
WORDS AND MUSIC WRITTEN BY IAN PATRICK GENTLES - Track Name: To Tennessee
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To Tennessee
‘Top off a tank full of diesel fuel,
crank up the tunes, and off I cruise, oohoo,
haulin’ twenty tons with no time to lose.
A’ thousand miles to drop the load and move.
Then it’s home, here I come.
Every second I’m away is way to long,
because everywhere I go
reminds me of sweet, Tennessee
with its painted scenes and its beauty queens.
And everything I see
reminds me that all roads will lead
to the fresh fields of Tennessee.
Truck-stops and gift-shops, cops and booze,
cheap women too, they know my route, oohoo…
To the tourists only passing through,
I may seem rude, but have a job to do.
So I’ll claim my piece of highway,
put the big-rig in gear, and pass them smiling,
because everyone I see
reminds me of my family
waiting patiently in Tennessee.
And everyone I meet
begs to hitch a ride for free
and head with me to Tennessee.
And it’s where I go to find my peace,
to the crown jewel of the great southeast.
Because everywhere I go
reminds me that I long to be
so loved and free in Tennessee.
And everyone I know
reminds me of the homey feel
and the homemade meals in Tennessee.
And everything I see
reminds me of sweet, Tennessee
with its history and its beauty queens.
And everyone I meet
says they’ve always dreamed of being
in the painted scenes of Tennessee.
So hitch a ride with me to Tennessee.
© 2010 Words and Music written by Ian Patrick Gentles - Track Name: Nobody Knows My Pain
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NOBODY KNOWS MY PAIN
Well, there's no one around, and it needs to come out.
I'm frustrated. I can't take it.
When we're talking about staying calm, but I shout,
I'm frustrated, and can't say it.
But we both ought to know by now, I'm upset, and I'm acting out.
I'll take it out on my friends by cruelly yelling at them.
I'm frustrated, and can't take it!
I'm frustrated. I can't take it, no.
Nobody knows my pain.
I'm frustrated. I can't ta-ee-ae-ee-ake it.
'Vent or I'll go insane.
When the rock that you bleed upon up and leaves,
it's frustrating. 'You can't blame me.
But I take it too far, and it's always my fault
for behaving like a baby.
Well, now tell me why that should be that I get just so angry,
that there's no talking sense. So I'll say it again,
I'm frustrated, and can't take it!
I'm frustrated. I can't take it, no!
Nobody knows my pain.
I'm frustrated. I can't ta-ee-ae-ee-ake it.
'Vent or I'll go insane.
I'm frustrated, and can't take it, no!
'Letting out all my rage.
I'm frustrated, and can't ta-ee-ae-ee-ake it.
When will it go away?
I'm frustrated. I can't take it.
I'm frustrated. I can't take it.
I'm frustrated. I can't take it, no.
Nobody knows my pain.
Copyright 2010
Words and Music Written by Ian Patrick Gentles - Track Name: North Jersey
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NORTH JERSEY
North Jersey: There's no other place I'd rather not be any day.
Tell me why half the human race exists in such a tiny space.
Directions only get you lost. Street signs were just an after-thought.
There's got to be a better way to get from point B to point A.
Stuck underneath a railroad tressle.
My truck was way too high. I never saw the sign.
Sitting there waiting for a wrecker.
Traffic's backed up for miles. We'll be here for a while.
Turn around right now.
A simple, little trip always takes twice as long. 'Like
trying to navigate your way through a hairball.
North Jersey, there's just no excuse for all the crap you put me through.
'Told me my truck is over-weight, 'kicked me right off of the parkway.
I doubt there's any other state that goes so far to make you late.
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Turn around right now.
From in the passing-lane, somebody flipped me off.
It's only saving grace is New York's not too far.
North Jersey, hey, what do you do with all the fines for revenue?
Let's try and beautify the place by investing in open-space.
I'll try to stay real far away from the north-eastern garden state.
Turn around right now.
Turn around right now.
COPYRIGHT 2010
WORDS AND MUSIC WRITTEN BY IAN PATRICK GENTLES - Track Name: Overwhelmed and Underappreciated
- There are no lyrics. I already said it's an all-instrumental, dammit!
- Track Name: Wanna' Be Loved
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WANNA' BE LOVED
Bye bye, baby, bye bye. I'll maybe see you next Friday night.
You can't say we don't try to see each other once in a while.
It's just hard to be alone when you've made the world your home.
I wanna' hold you, hug you, kiss and touch you.
I wanna' squeeze you, tease you, rub and please you.
Ooh, yeah! I wanna' be held. I wanna' be loved. I wanna' be loved.
So bye bye, baby, bye bye. I really hate to leave you behind.
If you can't change with the times, I'll just see you in another life.
Though I have my complaints, I still like you this way.
I wanna' hold you, hug you, kiss and touch you.
I wanna' squeeze you, tease you, rub and please you.
Ooh, yeah! I wanna' be held. I wanna' be loved. I wanna' be loved.
***
And I've noticed that I've found that when no one is around.
I wanna' hold you, hug you, kiss and touch you.
I wanna' squeeze you, tease you, rub and please you.
Ooh, yeah! I wanna' be held. I wanna' be loved. I wanna' be loved.
I wanna' hold you, hug you, kiss and touch you.
I wanna' squeeze you, tease you, rub and please you.
Ooh, yeah! I wanna' be held. I wanna' be loved. I wanna' be loved.
I wanna' be loved. I wanna' be loved.
COPYRIGHT 2010
WORDS AND MUSIC WRITTEN BY IAN PATRICK GENTLES - Track Name: Not My Girl
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NOT MY GIRL
I'm putting life on hold 'til I get it figured out,
and find out what it's all about
to think of ways to be with her.
There's so much I've been told, like it has its ups and downs,
then while it seems I'm sitting around,
I let her slip through my fingers.
Now ooh, how I'd like to hug her.
'Funny how I love her when she isn't my woman now.
And ooh, how I'd like to squeezer her,
and what I'd give to please her, but she's not my girl.
I try to carry on and blatantly forget about
the simple fact that I'm without
the red-head of my fantasies.
But 'saw her in a bar, sapphire and matching rouge,
standing near her future groom.
Well, that lucky, little s.o.b.
'Cause ooh, how I'd like to hold her.
I wish that I had told her, and maybe she'd be my woman now.
But ooh, instead I'll never say to her
I will always stay with her, 'cause she's not my girl.
I'm livin' on the road. Growin' old alone at home
'aint got a foot-hold on my bones.
I break away from tradition.
She could've changed my plans, converting me a family man
like half my class of Nottingham.
Days of high-school revisited.
Now ooh, how I'd like to tease her
about the blood between us. Scottish runs through both of our veins.
So-ooh, it's quite a road to reach her,
a stranger and a creature who'll never be my girl.
But what I wouldn't do to her if she was my girl.
Now I just wanna' moon her cause she's not my girl.
No, she's not my girl.
COPYRIGHT 2001
WORDS AND MUSIC BY IAN PATRICK GENTLES - Track Name: Loves To Be
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LOVES TO BE
Somewhere in time, she'll come to realize
that there's so much more to life than me.
It's hard to believe,
but until then we'll stay the best of friends
with the benefits we both need
constantly,
because she
loves to be my woman. She really loves to be my girl,
and I swear there is nobody who loves me more in the world.
I'm bounded by my heart, and held against my will,
'cause when she looks at me, I can see it's such a thrill
that she loves to be my girl.
Honey, I'm a man who made some other plans
long before there was you and me.
Honestly.
Play another part. I could see it from the start
where the clashing of our wants will lead.
Our destiny
can not be
that you love to be my woman, and you love to be my girl,
'cause I swear I see it coming when I swore I never will
take part in someone's dream when it is not my own.
Don't take it personally, but we come from different worlds,
where you love to be my girl.
And she loves to be my woman. Yes, she loves to be my girl,
but I fear she found the wrong one to obsess with and convert,
'cause everytime we kiss, somewhere there is a missed
opportunity to ask her why she still
loves to be my girl.
I don't know, and never will.
But when she looks at me, I can see I'm her whole world,
and she loves to be my girl.
Copyright 2010
Words and Music Written by Ian Patrick Gentles - Track Name: Like Your Woman
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Like Your Woman
I’ve got one thing on my mind, but she politely declines.
Honey, please give in to what your man needs.
Why am I always denied the object of my desire?
Don’t you long to be with someone you can hold?
This goes so wrong with everything that I was told
How nobody needs you like your woman,
that nobody treats you like your woman,
and nobody pleases you like your woman,
like your woman, like your woman.
But I’m rejected every time. ‘Think what that does to my pride.
I’m begging, please, give it up and let it loose,
because I’m on my knees. ‘Look at what you’ve reduced me to.
Nobody shames you like your woman,
‘nobody maims you like your woman,
then nobody blames you like your woman,
like your woman, like your woman.
Well, I’m all out of fight,
because I’m tired of trying and trying, my, my, my,
to wine her and dine her to find
it’s all a waste of time.
Yet she seems so pleased, but didn’t get that way from me.
Nobody shuns you like your woman,
and nobody stuns you like your woman,
and nobody runs you like your woman,
like your woman, like your woman.
I’m done depriving myself.
I’ll find it somewhere else. Well, well, well,
then she’ll see how it feels when she needs
a little piece of me.
No one can hurt you like your woman,
and no one can learn you like your woman,
but no one deserves you like your woman,
like your woman, like your woman…
Like your woman, like your woman, like your woman…
Like your woman, like your woman, like your woman, ah.
© 2010 Words and Music written by Ian Patrick Gentles
