Just A Game

Just A Game


  1. Movin' On
  2. Lay It on the Line
  3. Young Enough to Cry
  4. American Girls
  5. Just A Game
  6. Fantasy Serenade
  7. Hold On
  8. Suitcase Blues

    Released in 1979.
    Rik Emmett: All guitars, vocals.
    Mike Levine: Bass guitar, keyboards.
    Gil Moore: Drums, vocals.

    Backing vocals by Elaine Overholt,
    Colona Phillips, Gord Waszek, Clint Ryan, and  Rosie.

    Recorded during the Fall and Winter of 1978
    at sounds  Interchange Studios, Toronto.

    Produced by Mike Levine and  Triumph
    Recorded and re-mixed by Mike Jones
    Assisted by Doug Neil and Hugh Cooper
    Mastered by John Golden at Kendun Recorders, L.A.
    Digitally  Re-Mastered by Bob Ludwig at Masterdisk, N.Y


    MOVIN' ON
    Words and music by Gil Moore

    I may be right or wrong
    The story's in my  song
    It sure seems like we've
    Come a long, long way

    We've been through so many changes
    All along the way
    Maybe that's the reason we're here today

    CHORUS:
    Movin' on, movin' on
    (Movin' on) Everyday
    (Movin' on) Keep on movin'
    Movin' on, tomorrow is another day

    Our problems have disappeared
    Vanished one by one
    We've got to keep on movin'
    Until we're done

    The band is on the loose
    Runnin' 'cross the land
    So try to make the most of a one-night stand

    CHORUS

    On and on and on
    You've got to keep on movin' on
    On and on and  on
    We've movin' every day
    You got to keep on movin'


    LAY IT ON THE LINE
    Words and music by Rik Emmett

    It's the same old story all over again
    You  turn a lover into just another friend
    I want to love you, I want to make you mine
    Won't you lay it on the line?

    I'm tired of playing all your foolish games
    I'm tired of all of your lies  making me insane
    I don't ask for much, the truth'll do just fine
    Wont' you  lay it on the line

    CHORUS:
    Lay it on the line
    Lay it on the line
    Don't waste my time
    Lay it on the line

    You got no right to make me wait
    We better talk, girl, before it gets too late
    I never thought you could be so unkind
    Won't you lay it on the line

    CHORUS

    You know I love you, you know it's true
    It's up to you, girl, what've I  got to do
    Don't hold me up, girl, don't waste my precious time
    Won't you  lay it on the line

    CHORUS


    YOUNG  ENOUGH TO CRY
    Words and music by Gil Moore

    I've known a lot of  women baby
    I've even loved a few
    Some were good and some were bad
    No one was just like you
    Now they say I'm too old to get hurt in love
    That ain't true
    'Cause girl when you left me
    You broke my heart right in two

    CHORUS:
    I'm too old to get hurt baby
    I'm too old to get hurt  baby
    I'm too old to get hurt baby
    I'm too old to get hurt baby
    Oh but I'm young enough, young enough to cry

    Now my head is spinning baby,
    Just like a ferris wheel
    Don't know what  the matter babe,
    I think I see
    A girl so sad and alone
    Can she be crying, just like me?

    CHORUS

    No matter how hard I try I can't shake it baby
    My mind keeps drifting away
    You couldn't see a good thing
    When you had it in your hand,  girl
    Maybe it was meant to be another day

    Are you sure I'm the heartless one, woman,
    After all we've been through?
    I gave you the best of my love, sweet hoochie-koo
    They say I was too old to get hurt in love,
    Do you still think that's true?
    'Cause girl, when you left me,
    You broke my heart right in two


    AMERICAN GIRLS
    Words and music by Gil Moore

    I know how to treat a lady
    Who knows how  to treat her man
    I've been in love one or two times
    I made out the best  that I can
    I've been all around the world and back
    And here's what I have to say
    The ladies I love and livin' in the U.S.A.

    CHORUS:
    I'm talking about American girls
    They got what I  need
    American girls
    That's what I want
    American girls
    There ain't no better boy and that's no lie

    She takes you home to meet her daddy
    He looks you right in the eye
    He says, now tell me you intention, boy
    And you make your reply
    I'm a man of honor, my thoughts are pure
    And you can bet your life
    I won't even kiss  her,
    Unless I'm gonna make her my wife

    CHORUS


    JUST A GAME
    Words and music by Rik Emmett

    Wizards of a modern  age cast spells of electric power
    But the corporate strings that make them dance
    Lead up to an ivory tower
    There sit the fates in solitude, far from  the public eye
    No one ever sees them smile and nothing makes them cry

    Welcome to the kingdom, the land of bought and sold
    A world of real-life fantasy where truths are seldom told
    Try hard to remember all that glitters is not gold
    You can pay the piper, but you cannot buy his soul

    CHORUS:
    It's just a game, you're in it all the way
    It's just a game,  don't let yourself slip away
    It's such a shame, I heard somebody say
    It's just a game, and all I can do...is play

    What you do choose, now, what do you believe, now
    Who are you gonna  trust?
    All you dreams and fancy schemes
    Just crumble into dust
    Calm and cool and computerized to calculate and collect
    We wait and watch and  wonder
    Just which puppet they'll select

    Like the moth, too near the flame,
    Who learned his truth too late
    We're  all too deep into the game
    That is the master of our fate

    The poets and the pipers have got their motives
    And you've got yours, no doubt
    And so the game continues
    That's what it's all about...

    CHORUS


    FANTASY  SERENADE
    Words and music by Rik Emmett

    Instrumental


    HOLD ON
    Words  and music by Rik Emmett

    Music  hold the secret,
    To know it can make you whole
    It's not just a game of  notes,
    It's the sound inside your soul
    The magic of the melody
    Runs through you like a stream
    The notes the play flow through your head
    Like a dream
    Like a dream
    Like a dream

    I sing this song for the common man
    For the people in despair
    I bring  my song into the world
    And I sing it everywhere
    The simple truth lies  waiting here
    For everyone to share
    So hold on, and I will take you  there
    Hold on and I will take you there

    The daily routine takes your soul,
    Lost without a trace
    It hold you  down and turns you 'round
    And puts you in your place
    Another day, another dollar
    Another pretty face
    Another chance to lose yourself
    In the endless race

    CHORUS

    Hold on, hold on to your dreams
    Hold on, even though it seems
    Everyone around you has their little schemes
    Listen to your heart and hold on to your dreams

    Can't you feel the magic
    Feel it everywhere
    Can't you hear the music
    There's something in the air
    There's a celebration
    Deep within a  song
    Celebrate this feeling,
    You know it can't be wrong

    CHORUS

    Caught up in routine,
    You got to break it
    Time won't wait for us,
    We got to make it
    Fate gives you the chance
    You've got to take it
    Take it

    Hold on


    SUITCASE BLUES
    Words and  music by Rik Emmett

    It's four  in the morning,
    There's not a soul around
    This dirty hotel room
    Has  really got me down
    A modern day minstrel,
    They got my name in lights
    I  wish these days of glamour
    Didn't have these lonely nights
    I'm on the road  to fortune
    And I got the suitcase blues real bad

    I guess I'm makin' payments
    For the dues that must be paid
    I cash another song
    Into this endless masquerade
    Halfway through the  circuit
    And headed for the coast
    Been gone so long
    I can't  remember
    What I miss the most, ah, but,
    Me and Johnny Walker,
    And the  comfort that he brings,
    Waitin' on the telephone
    That never, ever rings
    On the lonely road to fortune,
    And I got the suitcase blues real bad

    I got the blues
    And I got them really bad
    The suitcase blues
    Are the  worst I ever had
    All by my lonesome
    And I'm halfway 'round the bend
    I  don't mind drinkin' solo
    But I sure could use a friend

    Me and Johnny Walker,
    And the comfort that he brings,
    Waitin' on the telephone
    That never, ever rings
    On the lonely road to fortune,
    And I  got the suitcase blues real bad


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