Waiting to Talk

Bucket Truck was a dynamic six-piece heavy rock/alternative band hailing from St. John’s, Newfoundland, before relocating to Halifax, Nova Scotia. Formed in 1996, the group consisted of Matt Wells (lead vocals), Mike Rizkalla (guitar), Mike Stewart (guitar), Jud Haynes (bass), Mike Rowe (drums, percussion, backing vocals), and Chris Hanley (percussion, backing vocals). Known for their electrifying live performances, Bucket Truck integrated African, Latin, and Eastern percussion into their music, setting them apart in the Canadian rock scene. In 2001, Bucket Truck released an album produced by Lloyd Hanson, a celebrated producer known for his versatility. Hanson regarded this project as one of the standout productions of his career, highlighting the band’s evolving sound and their ability to incorporate heavier, more experimental elements. Read the full biography here: https://citizenfreak.com/artists/92227-bucket-truck -Robert Williston Matt Wells: lead vocals Mike Rizkalla: guitar Mike Stewart: guitar Jud Haynes: bass Mike Rowe: drums, percussion, backing vocals Chris Hanley: percussion, backing vocals Produced, recorded, mixed and mastered by Lloyd Hanson at Reel North Studios, Fredericton, New Brunswick Managed by Lynn Morrison Cover & jacket design by Jud Haynes Enhanced CD design by Mike Rizkalla Photography by Michelle Wilson Valentine (Except "Fire Crawler" Photography Unknown) Bucket Truck Halifax, Nova Scotia P.O. Box 34026 B3J 3S1 Canada Lyrics (Selected Tracks): No Other Way I offer you some room for breath, and now I’m watching as your eyes look away and to the left. I feel so challenged. Keep this between you and me There is no other way. I offer you a place to rest, and ponder watching as my chest quickly rises and quickly falls. You stepped around the shame when I came calling. Come back again—but I was done next to wait. I like what you’re speaking now; does it feel to know you’re the next one? Everyone’s a Critic I hope there’s something about you better than what I see right now. I won’t insult your intelligence despite the recent developments. You must be joking my mind is open in the one-way exit; I can’t get over you. You wait to talk while I am speaking. It’s insane; this is leaking. I’ve got some lingering problems So I’ll send them around. It’s Not Unlike You It’s not unlike you to be somebody else when I stop. It’s not unlike you to destroy your health in this punk rock band, keeping your pace like a race car driver—no one understands. So, keep your pace with a broken record, and I’ll collect my thoughts. All You Need to Know All you need to know is I think you should go. The liars agree to make things up just as long as they go. You enquire after the end of a pay week only to report it to the world. How can you hear the playback and think that was the truth you told? The truth exists in the tongue of the story and not in words that weigh in the mind. Don’t Call Me Judas You changed the scenery but not the situation, You admired, but I still need your admiration. I don’t want you to sell out, I just want someone who can bend the rules. Waiting to Talk Every time I ask you why you’re waiting to talk words pass you by. You shook my hand, took note of my name, but all of the faces looked exactly the same. Nothing You do nothing, you sit around doing nothing. It’s life passes you by, but you’re waiting to talk. I’m not heading only wondering why you stop. Your Influence You should walk so tall like it’s so easy and like you’ve never been there You should be so bold like it’s burning your virgin eyes since you’re acting like you’ve never walked... the back alleys of under-achievement You act humble but live so deceiving and you’re acting So we’re left guessing, were they like this ever? before your influence You are one of the few from so many who give me the faith in people I wish I was like you because consideration is such a heavy burden you should walk so tall State Your Case I’m driving on the sidewalk so everybody thinks I’m crazy Anything you’ve got to prove is proof that you can’t phase me and... you’re in no rush but time’s in a slump don’t wonder why it’s such a jump Accident on the causeway the trafficking delays me I’m a brand new beggar cellular and lazy I can’t lead, but I won’t leave I know what you can do Skipping steps to make that turn a U I’m driving on the sidewalk man everybody knows I’m crazy I stay away from freaks and punks afraid that they might make me one of them, I don’t wanna be one of them, because I’ve been posing since I don’t know when I’m running all of the time like I’ve got no time to lose You don’t matter I can’t get past that You’ve second chanced every single time Take It on the Chin I would like a flaming impale Oh my eyes what they inhale No anger for what you’re doing and pity because you’re so disillusioned involve not-such a time waster, keep what you know watch where you go This ain’t your show so keep it low Held back because this ain’t about you Wait your turn gets old while you’re waiting and shameful bliss is escalating Exclude yourself from my own included are you in my being alone Hunger pains will follow it makes your shit so hard to swallow Blasphemy I heard from God you’re a sin Pucker up fuck - take it on the chin You wanna go so let’s begin