http://music.adamchew.com/mp3/2010/Sense%20of%20You.mp3

These make sense

Hark, electronic funky soul breaks my harp.

This is a remix of my original acoustic version.

I think this one sounds hipper. Dig.

“Sensational,” says the Secret Agency.

“Chew played his bass like a…jail break!” Funky Inquirer.

SENSE OF YOU

Words and music written and performed by Adam Chew.

When will i see you come, our eyes as one?

Now that i have you in my sight,

When will we join in touch your soft, my rough?

I want to hold your body tight.

I want to taste your tongue, come on come here then run.

I’d rather kiss your feet than bite.

Please release these tempted senses,

Let’s take down our walled defenses,

Relieve this tense sensation,

My Eve of sense temptation.

I need to smell your hair, my nose down there,

The scent of sea in waves of white.

When am i going to hear you in my ear?

Even a whispered word so slight.

What have i lost to find, that you can read my mind?

Like words of love written with light.

Please release these tempted senses,

Let’s take down our walled defenses,

Relieve this tense sensation,

My Eve of sense temptation.

Ill Eve

http://music.adamchew.com/mp3/03%20Oakland%20Blues.mp3

A song about the harsh cold winters of northern… California.

Adam Chew – Guitar, vocals, harmonica

Laurent Coene – Drums

Arlen Ginsburg – Keyboards

Jennifer Martin – Bass

OAKLAND BLUES

Words and melody by Andrea del Moral with music by Adam Chew

Cold nights in Oakland and we got no heat

Windy cold nights and the walls be week

Not enough covers to sleep alone here

Hold on to one another, love as much as we dare

Fog mornings cut by late winter’s sun

Whole world looked different in low winter’s sun

Frost melts the yard and we roll out of bed

Got to move on, keep moving ahead

Ain’t no rest in this west coast town

Said nobody knows how to winter slow down

We gon’ keep running ’till we trip on our toes

Hit the ground sleeping and already froze

It’s kinda cold here and we got no heat

Just kinda cold here and tired bodies be weak

Gon’ sleep tomorrow like a blizzard come through here

And love one another as much as we dare

Bush

http://music.adamchew.com/mp3/01%20Man.mp3

Written some time later during his first term in office. He’s the Man – not in a good way. There are lots of them in the world, always in positions of power. Let’s hope the Black Man moving into his White House for a change does better (not hard to do better than this but a hell of a mess – guess black folks are still cleaning up after whitey, especially now).

Adam Chew – Guitar, vocals, harmonica

Laurent Coene – Drums

Arlen Ginsburg – Keyboards

Jennifer Martin – Bass

Jean Walsh – Background vocals

MAN IS A COWBOY

Words and music by Adam Chew

Man’s a cowboy,

Tippin his white hat

Unless you wear black

Man’s a coward,

Keeping his belly fat

With his gun to your back

Man’s a cheater

Stackin the card deck

With shots of dead enemies

Man is murder

Sacrificing you

For the good of to few

With his

Electrical noose

Around your

Pretty black goose

Man’s an outlaw

A plutonium badge

Over his gun metal heart

Man’s a movie star

A glint in his eyes

And the gold in his smile

Man’s a head hunter

Finding us jobs

That don’t pay with no benefits

Man’s all hoop-law

The trash in his basket

Is filled with your head

He’ll do anything

To get ahead

He’ll kill Anyone

to get a head

Man the crusader

Oil in his can

Is spilled blood on their sand

Multi-man dictator

Hail to the thief

That stole my belief

That white collar pirate

Insider old boy

With the coke in his nose

Trillion dollar prophet

Only Jesus can save you

When your soul is for sale

He’ll do everything

To buy your soul

Sell you anything

To save your soul

Delicious Cow Producthttp://music.adamchew.com/mp3/02%20Cow.mp3

I wrote this when I was living with a rasta in Toronto who may just be the real King of Kensington Market. I had become the unwilling father of a stray cat who tried her best to drive me crazy via allergies and kitten rambunctiousness.

Adam Chew – Guitar, vocals

Laurent Coene – Drums

Arlen Ginsburg – Keyboards

Jennifer Martin – Bass

Jean Walsh – Background vocals

COW

Words and music by Adam Chew

It gets so hot down on the asphalt

but i’m sitting here freezing my assets

Without my pussycat, don’t know where i’d be at

Just a dog without a master

and the traffic light’s been red for so many stops in a row

that seeing green would be a pasture, and i am a cow

I am a cow eating green green grass

I am a cow a black and white ass

I am a cow just chewing my cud (and making some love)

The prince of pain wears purple

beneath black leather he is hidden

sundry eyes of pale, dark, land gray

hide a head that is on fire

and his third eye’s been red for so many nights in a row

that seeing white would be like heaven, and he is a cloud

He is a cloud up in the sky

he is a cloud flying so high

He is a cloud until he blows of steam (and starts acting real mean)

A little girl wears boy’s blue

beneath black bruises she is pretty

sullen eyes tell a story her mouth will not

for her father’s fury

and her little heart’s been blue for so many beats in a row

that seeing red would be a diamond, and she is a ball

She is a ball bouncing around

she is a ball a nose of a clown

she is a ball just playing in the mud (and having some fun)

*$http://music.adamchew.com/mp3/05%20Siren%20Song.mp3

A swing sea shanty of sorts. Inspired by my Nova Scotia roots and a bass lick from a friend in Toronto.

Adam Chew – Guitar, vocals, harmonica

Laurent Coene – Drums

Arlen Ginsburg – Keyboards

Jennifer Martin – Bass

Jean Walsh – Background vocals

SIREN’S SONG

Words and music by Adam Chew

A lonely lady lived by the ocean,

Shantytown shack, that’s where she stays.

Every day she reads by her window

And dreams of treasures, far away shores.

Late at night she sings with the foghorns

To lonely sailors out in the bay.

Till someday, her song will be answered

By someone somewhere, searching for her.

And when she finds him they’ll go dancing,

Upon the ocean’s moonlit floor,

Until there bodies are so tired,

They wash upon the shore.

A lonely sailor stirs in his bunk bed

In search of sleep a storm will not bring,

Till silent seas bring sound from the mystic,

Alone this sailor’s song does she sing.

He steers the ship with sound from the song’s light,

Into the fogbank, that’s where he turns,

Till heart’s desire has sailed over ground’s plight,

A sunken heart that forever burns.

And when he finds her she’ll be singing,

Upon his heart’s strings she will play.

And if he tells her that he loves her,

She knows the end’s at bay.

Sexy PChttp://music.adamchew.com/mp3/04%20Personal%20Computer.mp3

A song about the absurdity of how we use technology today and the frustrating lack of self expression when confined by life in a cubicle.

Adam Chew – Guitar, vocals

Laurent Coene – Drums

Arlen Ginsburg – Keyboards

Jennifer Martin – Bass

Jean Walsh – Background vocals

PERSONAL COMPUTER

Words and music by Adam Chew

Geeks write poetry in logic

bound by precision.

Building worlds within mirrors

and dreams they envision.

Deconstructing imagination

with a bright idea.

Luddites reprograming

my own brain of fear.

Did you buy or sell

p – e – r – s – o – n – a – l ?

Yes, we’ve come so far

c – o – m – p – u – t – e – r .

Staring down the face

of unblinking progression.

A string of exclamations

unbound by expression.

If I don’t cross my T’s

and dot all my I’s,

Will you still remember me

when my program dies?

Did you kiss and tell

p – e – r – s – o – n – a – l ?

Oh you’ve come so far

c – o – m – p – u – t – e – r .

Life is a code

to complex for killing,

Morals a mold

for only those willing

Write me a love song

drowning with fire.

Unleash from the logic

the truth of a lier.

Write me a love song

procreated with magic.

Unleash from the fire

a humor that’s tragic.

Did he make me come

p – e – r – s – o – n – a – l ?

God, we’ve come so far

c – o – m – p – u – t – e – r .