Feeling the Pinch delivers 9 original songs by Robert Priest and Allen Booth, plus Robert’s rendition of the number one hit he co-wrote with Alannah Myles and Nancy Simmonds, and a folk rock anthem co-written with the CD’s producer David Bradstreet.
Listen to a sample song: Nowhere Anywhere (Priest/Bradstreet)
REVIEWS
“What’s impressive about the new record – and indeed has always stood out about Priest – is the music. On disc, this poet is truly a singer and musician.”
– Mark Rheame, CBC
“Uplifting. Accomplished. Sharp. Thoughtful. Brilliant. Down. Highly recommended.”
– Daryl Jung, Big Bridge 2012
“This excellently produced album appeals to the musician in all of us poets yet those with a keen ear can absorb more than just toe-tapping tunes. Priest does a fantastic job conveying his literary talent into folk and light rock songs you won’t soon forget.”
– David Silverberg, Canadian Review of Literature in Performance
“Feeling The Pinch is a pleasant package from a clever messenger.”
– Julia Conte, Now Magazine
LYRICS OF A SONG FROM FEELING THE PINCH
THE BOMB IN REVERSE
by Robert Priest and Allen Booth
The bomb in reverse it implodes the pyre
It sears on the roof it sucks up the fire
It snuffs the inferno
And gives back the lives
They unscream their screams
And the people arise
They unsay their prayers
Verse before verse
It’s the backwards resurrection miracle bomb in reverse
Little ones unburn in the shrinking flame
Young Ali has arms
He’s no longer maimed
He returns to mother
Runs backwards to play
Back to when he knew
He’d live forever. Yesterday
He unlearns his numbers last before first
It’s the backwards resurrection miracle bomb in reverse
The bomb in reverse rises to the jet
Sucking in its con trail over minarets
Stern-first to the tarmac
The pilot unsigns the form
He unlives his life
Back to that bright September morn
He sees people falling up
Two towers burst from earth
It’s the backwards resurrection miracle bomb in reverse
Little ones unburn in the shrinking flame
Young Ali has arms
He’s no longer maimed
He returns to mother
Runs backwards to play
Back to when he knew
He’d live forever. Yesterday
He unlives his lives
Birth before birth birth
It’s the backwards resurrection miracle bomb in reverse