Heavy Loader

by Patrik Gochez

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Patrik Gochez is a lively Boston-based singer/songwriter who travels with supporting musicians that match his talents. He has lived through the frustrations of the tape deck, the advent of cd booklets and the eventual luxuries of playlists... an upbringing that reveals itself in the diversity of his writing. After a six year (and ongoing) role in the rock & roll quartet WhiteShoeBrownShoe, Patrik began compiling original material inspired by some of the most influential and iconic performers, writers, and arrangers. Patrik's first solo effort comes to us in the form of Heavy Loader; a self produced album recorded during his travels in a number of studios, and featuring a wide array of rock, jazz and classical talents. With the momentum of the album's completion, Patrik has formed a band and a live production that delivers the symphonic and dreamlike sound of lost rock music with a live and surprisingly intimate performance.

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released August 2, 2012

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Patrik Gochez is a lively Boston-based singer/songwriter who travels with supporting musicians that match his talents. He has lived through the frustrations of the tape deck, the advent of cd booklets and the eventual luxuries of playlists... an upbringing that reveals itself in the diversity of his writing. ... more

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Track Name: Introduction (This Could Be)
Do you wake up to the sound of reggae music or confusion?
Does it change a single thing?
Do you wake up to the beat of yesterday’s drum or today’s song?
This could be the first day of a new life.
Track Name: The Very First Day
Hello Ladies, Hello Gents
Hang your coats beside the bar and for a couple of cents you
Feel cool the only way you’re used to, and it’s a marvelous way to keep the blues at bay, but it’s early and so wait a minute.

Hello Manhattan, Hello Beer,
Fine wine, she’s only wearing her year and she’s
Wrapped in the arms of her adorers, unaware of the morning of horrors, you wake up slowly and say...

“This could be the first of the worst of my,
This could be the best of the best of my,
or This could be the first day of the rest of my life.”

So you’re in New York, Maybe Bangkok,
You find a drink like finding gum on the sidewalk.
One sip and the world has never felt smaller, like the ice spinning round in your highball glass, you’re a baller- no, wait a minute

Last call and your heading home, Next thing you know you’re on the telephone singing,
“I’m fine but I’ll be doing time behind the wrong kind of bars and in the wrong state of mind and when they open the doors, they’ll tell me something along the lines of...”

“This could be the first of the worst of my,
This could be the best of the best of my,
or This could be the first day of the rest of my life.”

Hello Ladies, Hello Gents
Hang your coats beside the bar and for a couple of cents you
Feel cool the only way you’re used to, and it’s a marvelous way to keep the blues at bay, but it’s early and so wait a minute.

“This could be the first of the worst of my,
This could be the best of the best of my,
or This could be the first day of the rest of my life.”
Track Name: Heavy Loader
This song is written with a heavy hand, as if the pencil’s pushing down on me.
No money’s growing and I hate to admit that I’m in debt. I owe the money tree.

Na, na, na, na, na.

Well for a long time I climbed to pick the apples, sweet apples, and they never tasted oh so good,
till gravity came down on me with apples, sweet apples, and the bastards took a bite of me.
My education got me ready for some singing in the shower, and my thinking gets me ready for bed.
If I keep carrying this load I’m just bound to explode, as the apple sauce is filling in my head.

Aah.

These are heavy times for a man like me, yea these are rock hard and heavy times.
These are sweaty times for a man like me, yea these are teary-eyed and bloody times,
yea these are rock hard and heavy times.

Na, na, na, na, na.

It’s said that smooth sailing never makes a good sailor, and that character don’t come with ease.
Well I never had the stomach to be walking on water and my character is in the breeze.
And during heavy times, it gets so hard to get dressed, to tie a tie so tight around the blowin’ wind.
I’ve got a shoelace round my finger and still I’m trying to forget... is this the middle, the beginning, or the end?
Aah.

These are heavy times for a man like me, yea these are rock hard and heavy times.
These are sweaty times for a man like me, yea these are teary-eyed and bloody times,
yea these are rock hard and heavy times.

Na, na, na, na, na.
Track Name: Work... and Again
Swingin’ low again, and you’ve got a bad cold again.
It’s like your legs are folding in, in the middle of a marathon.
Your running to work again, and you’ll be sleeping alone again,
and though you’ll sleep better anyway, you’re so tired of dreaming alone.

Tired of sick and tired in the cubicle, everybody and their mothers have got it out for you-
They’re shootin’ emails through your veins as if their playing pool on your table. Soaked in wine.

And then you’re running to work again, just to pass out under the halogen,
and as it rains on your discipline, the snow falls on your car.
And then you’re dreaming alone again, but you can breathe through your nose again.
And the sun sets on the snow and then, your life starts over again!
Track Name: Hayley's Song
Hayley, wait for me. Because you’re going home, while I’ve got one foot still in the snow.
and if you don’t know, then you don’t wanna know that it’s kinda cold when you go. Oh

Hayley, wait for me. Because you’re going home to the sound of the final whistle blow
and if you need me, you’ve got a book to read, and on the first page that you read, goes...

One time, I said it couldn’t get better than this
The second time, started just the second we kissed
Third time, three words got me started at one
The next time, “I love you” just in time to run and run and run and run and run...

Hayley, wait for me. Because I’m on my way, I stamped, sealed, and sent me yesterday
and if you need me, I’ll be the one knocking (knock knock) and if you let me in I’ll say. Oh

First time, I said it couldn’t get better than this
The second time, started just the second we kissed
Third time, three words got me started at one
The next time, “I love you” just in time to run and run and run and run and run...
Track Name: Real (Let Love Be)
Everyone’s the messenger of a word meant to be heard.
Some say I want, some say I need, some say I love, you are my world
That’s ever changing into something you don’t believe in,
Like Santa Clause or even god, oh if you’re there- let love be...

Reeeeeeeal

I am just a tightrope walker in the middle of his line,
Stretched tight inside a grand piano and waiting for the keys to fly,
That send me soaring to the tune of your desires.
So play love deeply, oh play love hard, but most of all, let love be...
Reeeeeeeeal

Mmm

Let love be felt, let love be seen, let love be art or chemistry
Let love be tall, let love be small, let love be short or let love belong
To those in need, to those who grieve a loss of trust and true belief
Let love be gentle, let love be kind, if nothing else let love be

You and I call someone from a state of disrepair,
A broken heart, it just won’t start, perhaps the keys were never there
Perhaps our nightmares fill our beds with sweat and fear
And perhaps we’re sleeping and when we wake love will be there, let love be...

Reeeeeeeeal

Mmm
Track Name: Fairweather Friends
Mayweather friends on the banks of a wide and muddy river, lay talking with their eyes filled with glitter on a fair weather day.

Mayweather friends, disguised as a pair of all weather lovers, working up a storm under the covers, when she slides away, then she flies away, then he writhes in pain, and she cries his tune. Ooh

June weather friends, on the banks of a wide, unmerciful sea, stand looking o’er the tides in hopes that they see the glittering other side.

Mid summer friends, so broken hearted, so in love with a dream. Though still parted they’re still one while asleep, where they float away, hand in hand, toward a dream weather day. She still cries his tune. Ooh

And they’re forever fairweather, see you late today-weather friends
And they’re forever mayweather, so in love affair-weather friends
Oh they’re together, all weather friends.

Fairweather friends, reunited in the arms of one another. One embrace and then one kiss but no other, oh she turns away.

Fall weather friends, on the banks of a wide and muddy river, oh there’s glitter in their eyes for one minute and then she slides away, then she flies away, then he writhes in pain, and he cries this tune. Ooh.

And they’re forever fairweather, see you late today-weather friends
And they’re forever mayweather, so in love affair-weather friends
Oh they’re together, all weather friends.
Track Name: Let The God In Everyone Sit Out In The Sun
You are god extent your hand. The world is yours to understand.
Sit below the giving tree. The tree is happy just to be.

Oh we all, we all, we all, we all are god.

Do, do, do, do, do

You are god extend your mind. The world is yours to have in time.
Sit within the living tree. Stand in sun and spread your leaves.
Track Name: Let Me Roll
Place the kettle on the fire dear, and let it boil.
You’ve marked your name on my life dear, and you let me roll.

Take the keys from the lock on your door,
and let me into your life dear, if you need some more.

Lift your chin and smile dear, don’t you frown.
Lift your chin, show your teeth dear, I’ll be round.

Honey, oh darling, find your way.
Have some space dear, take your time dear, you’ll find your way.

If you were a bird dear, where would you be?
How far would you fly dear, and what would you sing?

Honey, oh darling, fly away.
Have some space dear, meet the world dear, you’ll fly your way.

...and it strikes me bitter when you’re gone. I want you here all of the time. I miss you, and I’ll miss you sweet bird.
Track Name: Camera Man
Cameraman, with a walk too funny for any man. Not the cameraman, and a funny toy,
that in his hand, snaps and sizzles the master plan of the cameraman.

He puts his left foot forward and as the right one follows he stops, looks through the lense, and snaps another picture.
With a hundred snaps behind him and the red light over his head he starts developing the scene.
He’s the only man who sees,
Just what the world is like to freeze,
And he’s the cameraman.
Cameraman, with a walk too funny for any man. Not the cameraman, and a funny toy,
that in his hand, snaps and sizzles the master plan of the cameraman.

He puts a moment in the sink and lets it soak for awhile, it’s not the things he sees but more the way he sees them.
He lights the pilot, it ignites a distant memory there it’s not the road he paved but it proves that we/he existed.
And he’s the only man who knows,
just what it is he has to show,
that he’s the cameraman.

Na, na, na, na, na, na.

Cameraman, with a walk too funny for any man. Not the cameraman, and a funny toy,
that in his hand, snaps and sizzles the master plan of the cameraman.

Cameraman, yea
He’s the cameraman.
Track Name: Monday
Saturday in London was a blues day, Sunday’s boat to Monday left port on time
Would she hear me calling out the mayday, Monday ain’t been seen since who knows when
So leave me on the ocean floor, Darlin, darlin, darlin, and stay awhile
Leave me on the ocean floor, darlin, darlin, darlin, if you wonder why...

From far and across the Atlantic, and with a force as unstoppable as time itself
She entered my life without caution, without knocking, and no need for stealth.
Now, though she looked like Saturday, and tasted like a Sunday, I could’ve sworn it was Friday
Anyway, I opened my eyes and flung my arms to my sides, and I was left alone
With my own naivete perhaps, but I had no watch and I had no calendar, not even a chance to say...

Monday-ya-ya-ya
Darlin, darlin, darlin you’ve got to believe
in Monday-ya-ya-ya
Near or far oh Monday will find me there.

She sailed over the open sea, into my lonely life, like a pilgrim to her plymouth rock and roll-a
And then over a cup of tea and then a melody, she said, “darlin, you’ve got to believe in me”
her name was...

Monday-ya-ya-ya
Darlin, darlin, darlin you’ve got to believe
in Monday-ya-ya-ya
Near or far oh Monday will find me there.

She moved the moon to Calgary, and rested in her eyes, she was a vision of divinity in my mind
Well the months had passed and it occurred to me, Oh alas she’ll always be only a lass to me.

Monday-ya-ya-ya
Darlin, darlin, darlin you’ve got to believe
in Monday-ya-ya-ya
Near or far oh Monday will find me there.

So leave me on the ocean floor.
Track Name: Ribbons
Remember when we were meant to be?
All we ever needed was to hold each other near, because we were meant to be like gravity...
...to me.

Remember when we were meant to be?
Pressed together, more than just a memory of when we were meant to be like 1 to 3 to me...

...to me.

You tied a ribbon to my sweet dream tree. Sweet dreams for you. Woah. Woah. and for meeeeee!