A varied collection of catchy songs, lush melodies and thoughtful lyrics - a soothing, melancholic voice is set against a dynamic musical soundscape.

5 MP3 Songs in this album (18:19) !
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Marc Alexandre
©2011 Marc Alexandre. All rights reserved.

1. Letâs Start a Fight (3:42)
2. Eleanor (3:35)
3. Feeling Blue (3:21)
4. Blind and Senseless (4:13)
5. Itâs All Right (3:29)

Released 01 June 2011 â¨
Blue Pear Music â¨BPM-MA-001 â¨â¨

All songs written and performed by Marc Alexandre. 
â¨â¨Produced by Winston Hauschild. â¨â¨
Recorded by Winston Hauschild in Winston's Bunker, Vancouver BC. 
â¨Drums and bass recorded by Shawn Cole, Marc Angly and Winston Hauschild at Fadermaster Studios, Vancouver BC. 
â¨Mixed by Doctor Boss at Fadermaster Studios, Vancouver BC. â¨
Mastered by Brock McFarlane at CPS Mastering, Vancouver BC. â¨â¨

Musicians: 
â¨â¨Marc Alexandre (Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Synths, Glockenspiel) â¨
Winston Hauschild (Guitars, Keyboards and Percussion) 
â¨Jim Hopson (Trombone on âFeeling Blueâ) â¨
Lanny Hussey (Electric Guitars) â¨
Darren Parris (Bass Guitar) â¨
Tim Proznick (Drums) â¨
Dominika Zybko (Backing Vocals on âLetâs Start a Fightâ and âFeeling Blueâ) 

â¨â¨Design and photography by Shawn Parkinson at MakeToday.

Letâs Start a Fight
©2011 Marc Alexandre. All rights reserved.

Iâm saying weâll be on time,
I canât turn it on a dime.
Sit back try to unwind,
Words they can be unkind.

Iâm getting sick and tired.
Iâve had enough, this time.

So letâs start a, a fight.
So letâs start a, a fight.
So letâs start a, a fight.
So letâs start a, a fight.

Shouting wonât turn the wheel,
Or help us through this ordeal.
Your silence hurts even more,
In stillness, weâll start a war.

Iâm getting sick and tired.
Iâve had enough, this time.

So letâs start a, a fight.
So letâs start a, a fight.
So letâs start a, a fight.
So letâs start a, a fight.

I canât wait, âtill itâs over.
I canât wait, for the next one.

So letâs start a, a fight.
So letâs start a, a fight.
So letâs start a, a fight.
So letâs start a, a fight.

Eleanor
©2011 Marc Alexandre. All rights reserved.

His words donât come easy, itâs been hard to disguise.
She knows somethingâs wrong, just by the look in his eyes.
His steps are reluctant, as he comes through the door.
He thinks heâs seen her before.

When she feels his fear, when his mind begins to stray,
She whispers softly to him, âeverythingâs gonna be OK.â

Now heâs in a place, where every day is the same.
They come and they sit and repeat their names.
When he remembers, they say goodbye.
Eleanor waits, for another try.

When she feels his fear, when his mind begins to stray,
She whispers softly to him, âeverythingâs gonna be OK.â

Eleanor waits,
Eleanor weeps,
Tonight she holds on tightly to him, until he falls asleep.

Oh take me back, across the shore,
Back to that place we were before,
When we were young, in our hearts,
Oh God, I miss you Eleanor.

That was our place, for you and me,
And now it haunts my memory.
And you are like, a living ghost,
And you donât know me, anymore.

Eleanor waits,
Eleanor weeps,
She holds on tightly to him, until he falls asleep.

Eleanor waits,
Eleanor weeps,
She holds on tightly to what God will let her keep.

Feeling Blue
©2011 Marc Alexandre. All rights reserved.

Iâm feeling blue and I donât know what to do,
So darling please can I tell you, about my blues.

Iâm feeling blue this isnât new,
Itâs like my soulâs been cut in two,
And someone stuck it back together using gloom.

Iâll leave my blues in the back,
In a brown, paper sack,
And light in on fire, while hoping that,
Theyâll soon be done.

I am feeling blue, at this time,
Why? I havenât got a clue.
But I hope I will make it through.

Iâm feeling blue and now I missed our rendezvous,
My blueness is pari passu, with the shaking in my boots.

And now I see you in my soup,
And Iâve got nothing left to lose.
So I blew a kiss and saved it just for you.

Iâll leave my blues in the back,
In a brown, paper sack,
And light in on fire, while hoping that,
Theyâll soon be done.

I am feeling blue, at this time,
Why? I havenât got a clue.
But I hope I will make it through.

Blind and Senseless
©2011 Marc Alexandre. All rights reserved.

I believe the science of the start,
That worshippers cannot be very smart.
But when all of them are gone,
And they have been proven wrong,
Where will we find a cause to carry on?

I wish that I was blind,
And senseless,
In this senseless time,
Where all is pantomime.

Yes it would be sublime,
To be senseless:
Itâs my white-collar crime.
And theyâll lock me away in a five-and-dime.

Iâm grateful I can safely write these lines,
Reveal the foolish thoughts that taunt my mind.
And I hope that in this way,
A friend will come some day,
To banish all my troubles far away.

I wish that I was blind,
And senseless,
In this senseless time,
Where all is pantomime.

Yes it would be sublime,
To be senseless:
Itâs my white-collar crime.
And theyâll lock me away in a five and dime.

I wish that I was blind,
And senseless,
In this senseless time,
Where all is pantomime.

Yes it would be sublime,
To be senseless:
Itâs my white-collar crime.
And theyâll lock me away in a five and dime.
And theyâll lock me away in a five and dime.
And theyâll lock me away in a five and dime.
And theyâll lock me away.

Itâs All Right
©2011 Marc Alexandre. All rights reserved.

Ever since that moment, I canât believe itâs real.
My mind is racing; I find it hard to feel.
We sat together in a daze,
And you could barely here me say -

Itâs all right,
Youâve got me on your side and I am right,
I am right ... here.

You and me together, thereâs nothing we canât do.
This stormy weather, you know weâll make it through.
And if you find youâre feeling low,
Iâll be right here to let you know -

Itâs all right,
Youâve got me on your side and I am right,
I am right.
Itâs OK,
Although there may be bumps along the way,
Itâs OK.

Troubles are blind, just like tragedies.
And though fate can be accepted, it remains a bitter tease.
But with strength in our minds and hope perched in our soul,
Weâll hold on, until this gale comes to cease.

Itâs all right,
Youâve got me on your side and I am right,
I am right.
Itâs OK,
Although there may be bumps along the way,
Itâs OK.
Hold my hand, as if it were the last time you had,
To hold my hand.
Itâs all right,
Youâve got me on your side and I am right,
I am rightâ¦here.