Rob Szabo

by Rob Szabo

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Dark & intimate self-titled 5th studio album from tireless touring troubadour. Voice & acoustic guitar dominate with dashes of horns, strings & ambient atmospherics. Wry observations, soulful confessionals, hope & melancholy. Honest intense music.

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released March 28, 2011

CREDITS:
This album was crowdfunded by my fans and friends. I can't thank them enough.

Produced by Rob Szabo



Production help, direction, great ideas and counsel by Tim Abraham, Scott Cooper, Peter Katz, Emma Julien, Steve Strongman & Catherine Wallace. Thanks for having my back.

Recorded at various locations and engineered by:
Rob Szabo at LiMo studios and Orso HiFi
Tim Abraham at The Hive assisted by Mike Schlosser
Scott Cooper at Gus`s Cabin 



Mixed & Mastered by Tim Abraham at The Hive (www.timothyabraham.com)

All words and music by Rob Szabo (SOCAN/ASCAP) except “A Side Of Me”, “At The Microphone” & “NY, LA & TO” Words by Rob Szabo & Peter Katz, Music by Rob Szabo and “Police Report” Words by Rob Szabo, Music by Rob Szabo & Peter Katz.

Cello arrangement on track 1 by Mike Olsen
Cello arrangement on track 4 by Rob Szabo
Horn arrangement on track 3 by Rob Szabo & Bryden Baird

Horn arrangement on track 5 by Bryden Baird

“NY, LA & TO” was inspired by a blog by Hugh Macleod (www.gapingvoid.com)

Photography by Matt Barnes (www.thatsthespot.com)

Design & Layout by Scott Cooper (www.scottcoopermusic.com)

MUSICIANS:
Adam Warner: drumkit & percussion on tracks 2, 7 & 10, can opener & bell on track 1
Bryden Baird: flugel horn & trumpet on tracks 3 & 5
Christen Zuch: singing on track 3 & 8
Emma-Lee: singing on track 7
Mike Olsen: cello on tracks 1 & 4, cello arrangement on track 1
Tim Abraham: dobro on track 1 & 9, clarinet on track 5
Rob Szabo: acoustic guitars, baritone guitar, bass, ebow, finger snaps, organ, glockenspiel & percussion

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Rob Szabo Toronto, Ontario

Rob Szabo is a Songwriter/Producer/Musician. He has collaborated on dozens of albums for other artists, recorded 6 solo albums & 4 albums with former bands Plasticine & Groove Daddys -Buy Groove Daddys here: groovedaddys.bandcamp.com

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Track Name: A Side Of Me
A Side Of Me
(Rob Szabo/Peter Katz)

Let's keep it a secret
Let's not say a word
Let's keep it between us and then no one gets hurt

No need to go public
Who else needs to know?
I’ll show you a person I’ve hidden so well

I’ll show you a side of me you won’t want to see
I’ll show you a side of me you won’t believe
You won’t recognize me

I tried to be perfect
I tried to be good
I tried to be everything and please everyone
I push it beneath me
I bottle it up
In this moment of weakness I’ll be flesh and blood

I’ll show you a side of me you won’t want to see
I’ll show you a side of me you won’t believe
You won’t recognize me

Those fairytales I told you they were just protecting you
Did what I could for your own good
You’d rather hear the truth

I’ll show you a side of me you won’t want to see
I’ll show you a side of me you won’t believe
You won’t recognize me
Track Name: At The Microphone
At The Microphone
(Rob Szabo/Peter Katz)

I believe in a song ‘cause there are tons that I’ve sung
I gotta thank for the strength to keep from coming undone

I don’t believe in Neil Young or the myth of Bob Dylan
But I have faith in the songs that they’ve written

I count 1 2 3 4 and I don’t even want to think what life wouldn’t be without

All I know is when I’m at the microphone I have hope
But I don’t wanna place a bet
No matter what anyone says it was all worth it

I believe in a song but I can’t explain what it does
Can you explain why you trust your sense of touch?

I can believe what I say in the same way you pray
A little song in a room is a service

A little 1 2 3 4 I don’t even want to think what life wouldn’t be without

All I know is when I’m at the microphone I have hope
But I don’t wanna place a bet
I don’t wanna be famous
No matter what anyone says it was all worth it

I believe in songs they’re all I trust
There’s so much love in those same three chords

All I know is when I’m at the microphone I have hope
But I don’t wanna place a bet
I don’t wanna be famous
If I die penniless
No matter what anyone says it was all worth it
Track Name: NY, LA & TO
NY, LA & TO
(Rob Szabo/Peter Katz)

You don’t move to NY to make friends
You go to see what you can get
Throw your hat in the ring
Dive in and hope that you’ll get wet

You don’t move to LA to make friends
You go to try and make it big and make a mint
‘cause you’re scared to be lying on your deathbed
Years gone by and be thinking what if

Maybe that’s why we go insane with loneliness
Maybe that’s why we drink like fish

You don’t work in TO for the good of your health
You don’t drive in every day from the ‘burbs as an end in itself
But what choice do we have? This is how we live
Difficult times for anonymous kids

Maybe that’s why we go insane with loneliness
Maybe that’s why we go insane with loneliness
Maybe that’s why we drink like fish

I know what to do
I know what to say
I know what I want
I make friends easily

Maybe that’s why we go insane with loneliness
Maybe that’s why we go insane with loneliness
Maybe that’s why we go insane with loneliness
Maybe that’s why we go insane with loneliness
Track Name: Love Is Overrated
Love Is Overrated
(Rob Szabo)

She said, “Love is overrated”
I said, “Really? … you don’t mean that”
Well it’s perfect if it’s something you can stand

She said, “No one ever told me
You could do worse than being lonely
‘Cause he really didn’t know me
Understand?”

Because all you know is when you’re in love you don’t ever want it to stop
And then all you dream about is giving in and shacking up

She said, “Hearts are overrated”
I said, “Really? … you can’t be serious”
They’re only just an organ in you chest

She said, “You can’t trust emotion
‘Cause you’ll end up disappointed
You really can’t avoid it
Try your best”

Because all you know is when you’re in love you don’t ever want it to stop
And then all you dream about is giving in and shacking up

So you want to talk about love?
You want to talk about instances?
Want to talk about us?
So you want to talk about love?
Want to talk about everything?
Want to talk about trust?
Oh is that all?

She said, “Love is overrated”
I said, “Really? … you don’t mean that”
Well it’s perfect if it’s something you can stand

Because all you know is when you’re in love you don’t ever want it to stop
And then all you dream about is giving in and shacking up
Track Name: Police Report
Police Report
(Rob Szabo)

Can I get your name and address?
Describe the event
Where did it happen?
Any cameras in the area?
When did you see her last?
Declared value of contents? 
You must have some idea of what you’re missing

I can file a report
Take the number on my badge
But I’m sorry sir
I can’t help you with that

Are you sure you didn’t just forget?
Is there any evidence?
Yes I know it’s epidemic
We can barely meet the demand
Contact your insurance rep
Be sure to search the classified ads
Maybe you’ll find someone you’re compatible with

I can file a report
Take the number on my badge
But I’m sorry sir
I can’t help you with that

I’m just doing my job here
I’m just doing my job here
Give me the details
Just the facts
Make it clear
‘Cause I’m just doing my job here

I’m just doing my job here
Track Name: A Song For You And Your New Little One
A Song For You And Your New Little One
(Rob Szabo)

I wanted to write you a pretty song
For you and your new little one
You’re gonna have him on your own
You’re tired of waiting for just the right one
And time is getting on

I wanted to write you a little tune
For all the times he’ll come home from school
Knapsack packin’ winter’s coming soon
Zip up that jacket, make sure to wear your toque
Streetlights are coming on

They were all selling tickets to the day their lives begin
They were all wearing dresses that they’d never wear again
They were all hailing taxis and the dates were pairing off
It was then that you decided you could find your own way home

I wanted to write you a honest song
For all the dates that you’ve been on
Silly questions for those dumb blondes
You had to doll it up or dumb it down
When can I give you a call?

They were all selling tickets to the day their lives begin
They were all wearing dresses that they’d never wear again
They were all hailing taxis and the dates were pairing off
It was then that you decided you could find your own way home

I wanted to write a little song to save
Some words that I won’t get to say
Sorry we don’t talk too much these days
I know that things will turn out great
And I think you’re really brave

I wanted to write you a pretty song
For you and your new little one
Track Name: Something Like Me
Something Like Me
(Rob Szabo)

I see all the same guys in all the same uniforms
Chasing all the same girls with all the same love songs

All the same lines
And all I can think about is what I’ve done wrong
And how I might pay for it

I’m hoping to meet somebody who’s something like me for once

I see all the same salesman with all the same businesses
Pitching all the same products in all the same store fronts

All the same price
And all I can think about is what I’ve done wrong
And how I might pay for it

I’m hoping to meet somebody who’s something like me for once

I’m not saying I’ve figured it out
I’m no better than anyone else
I’d just like to have someone to talk to
Who knows where I’m coming from

So tonight I’ll be walking the streets
Wading through folks in the city
I’m just waiting in line if I’m speaking my mind
Tell me what are the chances I’ll meet
Someone who’s something like me

I see all the same guys in all the same uniforms
Chasing all the same girls with all the same love songs

I’m not saying I’ve figured it out
I’m no better than anyone else
I’d just like to have someone to talk to
Who knows where I’m coming from
Track Name: Give It Away
Give It Away
(Rob Szabo)

They need to make me feel bad about myself
So I buy more stuff and fill up my house
Don’t stop to think that I might have enough
I’m used to feeling full ‘cause that means safe & sound

Give it away
Give it away
There’s must be more to life than take what you can take
Give it away
Give it away
There must be more to life than taking all that you can get that’s not nailed down

They need to make you feel bad about the way you look
So you buy memberships at gyms and all those beauty products
Don’t stop to think that you look beautiful the way you are
‘Cause then they couldn’t sell their mags in grocery stores

Give it away
Give it away
There’s must be more to life than take what you can take
Give it away
Give it away
There must be more to life than looking at your own reflection and compare to

All the trees roots in the ground
If they fall do they make sounds?
They’ll do just fine without us
I think of all the booze that I can drink
Limo rides with pink champagne
There must be more to life than livin’ large

Give it away
Give it away
There’s must be more to life than take what you can take
Give it away
Give it away
There must be more to life than taking all that you can get that’s not nailed down
Track Name: Different Points Along The Same Line
Different Points Along The Same Line
(Rob Szabo)

Remember you were young?
You thought that you could have it all
You were just having fun
Your infancy was obvious

You’ll see that you change with the passing of time
You’ll see it feels strange but you don’t get to decide
You say it’s your life and I say that it’s mine
We’re just at different points along the same line

Remember you were strong?
You said you'd never compromise
You say that I’m no fun
For you it’s just a matter of time

You’ll see that you change with the passing of time
I know it feels strange but you don’t get to decide
You say it’s your life and I say that it’s mine
We’re just at different points along the same line

My Dad used to say the same thing but I’d explain how
I would be strong, “Dad those rules don’t apply now”
So I dug in my heels and I made up my mind
Until I found myself at
A different point along the same line

You’ll see that you change with the passing of time
I know it feels strange but you don’t get to decide
You say it’s your life and I say that it’s mine
We’re just at different points along the same line
Track Name: Last Call
Last Call
(Rob Szabo)

One local bar
One night after hours
One little scar
And that’s all

One trickle tear
Any day of the year
Time disappears
It’s last call

I can’t believe what’s coming out of my mouth
Think I should throw in the towel

One cigarette
One match and it’s lit
One little breath
And that’s all

One stupid joke
And I don’t even smoke
One dirty floor
It’s last call

I can’t believe what’s coming out of my mouth
Think I should throw in the towel
Maybe I’ll quit and get a real job
Something that pays by the hour

All I want is that mistake undone
Is that mistake undone
Is that mistake undone

All I want is that mistake undone
Is that mistake undone
Is that mistake undone

I’ve had enough

One local bar
One night after hours
One little scar
And that’s all

I can’t believe what’s coming out of my mouth
Think I should throw in the towel
Maybe I’ll quit and get a real job
Something that pays by the hour