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Colin Hay: Looking for Jack

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Label: Columbia Records
Released: 1987.01.20
Time:
 42:08
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Robin Millar
Rating:
Media type: CD
Web address: www.colinhay.com
Appears with: Men at Work
Purchase date: 2012
Price in €: 1,00





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[1] Hold Me (C.Hay) - 4:09
[2] Can I Hold You? (C.Hay) - 3:35
[3] Looking for Jack (J.Alsop/C.Hay) – 4:10
[4] Master of Crime (C.Hay) - 4:57
[5] These Are Our Finest Days (C.Hay) - 4:07
[6] Puerto Rico (C.Hay) - 4:28
[7] Ways of the World (C.Hay) - 4:05
[8] I Don't Need You Anymore (C.Hay) - 3:04
[9] Circles Erratica (C.Hay) - 4:02
[10] Fisherman's Friend (C.Hay) - 5:31

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Colin Hay - Acoustic Guitar, Guitar, Electric Guitar, Keyboards, Vocals, 12 String Guitar, Synclavier

Robin Millar - Keyboards, Producer, Arrangements
Jeremy Alsop - Bass, Keyboards, Synthesizer Guitar
David Bitelli - Baritone Saxophone, Tenor Saxophone
Mike Brittain - Double Bass
Raul D'Oliveira - Trumpet
Herbie Hancock - Piano
Ginya Joseph - Vocals
Chris Laurence - Double Bass
Joe Legwabe - Vocals
Dee Lewis - Vocals
Linda Lewis - Vocals
Helen Liebmann - Cello
Martin Loveday - Cello
Ashley Maher - Vocals
Noel Mccalla - Vocals
Russell Hitchcock - Vocals
Robbie Mcintosh - Guitar, Electric Guitar
Morris Michael - Vocals
Nicky Payne - Tenor Saxophone
Nick Pentelow - Tenor Saxophone
Rufus Sefothoma - Vocals
Steve Sidwell - Trumpet
Richard Taylor - Trombone
Rick Taylor - Trombone
Chad Wackerman - Percussion, Drums
Paul "Wix" Wickens - Organ, Hammond Organ

Tim Kramer - Engineer
Dave Anderson - Assistant Engineer
Phil Legg - Assistant Engineer
Nick Sykes - Assistant Engineer
David P. Bailey - Photography
Bill Smith - Studio Artwork

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1987 CD Columbia Records - CBS 450355 2

Looking for Jack is the debut solo album by former Men at Work lead singer Colin Hay, released in 1987. In their retrospective review, Allmusic criticized the album's "big drum sound and big rock arrangements", which they said "threaten at times to overshadow Hay's songwriting and singing." However, they praised the title track and "Circles Erratica" as highlights of Hay's career.



Upon the demise of the mega-successful group Men at Work in 1985, lead singer and songwriter Colin Hay ventured forth with his first solo album in 1987. Hay's distinctive voice was the most recognizable component of Men at Work, and as such it cuts through the sometimes over-ambitious arrangements on this album. A big drum sound and big rock arrangements threaten at times to overshadow Hay's songwriting and singing. Elsewhere, songs such as the smooth, relaxed title song and "Circles Erratica" rank with the best output of his career. Unfortunately, the album went virtually unnoticed, ensuring Hay's status as a cult artist. His subsequent work, though, has been by and large excellent.

Rob Caldwell - All Music Guide
 

 L y r i c s


HOLD ME

NGIBAMBELE DUZE KUMAKAZA
NGIBAMBELE DUZE BUYA BANDA

NGIBAMBELE DUZE KUMAKAZA
NGIBAMBELE DUZE DUYA BANDA

Oh you’re born alone and die the same
In between can take a while
Only one drop in the sea of time
Sometimes makes it hard to smile

If you find someone to share your life
Things are never quite the same
Years we have travelled seem like days gone past
And we’ve known so little pain

DADA

At this point in time I stand alone
To the phone I’m holding on
DADAZELA MAMA
DADA

Outside people stare as if to say
We know there’s nobody home

Hold me when you’re lonely
Hold me when you’re lonely

When the papers read that all is lost
Only darkness lies ahead
I’ll speak softly and soothe and chase the fear
And on me you rest your head

DADA

When the nights are hot with heavy air
Or it’s freezing to the bone
DADAZELA MAMA
DADA

You may lie drunk in the city square
You may feel lost and forlorn

Hold me when you’re lonely
Hold me when you’re lonely


CAN I HOLD YOU?

Can I hold you in my arms tonight?
Can I make your head and body light?
Can I tell you everything?
Can I make your sweet heart sing?
Can I discover about you?

I never feel alone when I’m with you
I never have to talk when I’m with you
It really is a lonely world
It helps if you have someone to hold
I want that someone to be you

You are never far away from my day dreams
There never are the words to say
For in our world we’re one
And with every rising sun there is you

Can I hold you in my arms tonight?
Can I make your head and body light?
Can I tell you everything?
Can I make your sweet heart sing?
Can I discover about you?

I never feel alone when I’m with you
I never have to talk when I’m with you
It really is a lonely world
It helps if you have someone to hold
I want that someone to be you


LOOKING FOR JACK

Everybody’s always looking for Jack
In the fire and in the water
Everybody’s always looking for Jack
In the streets and on the corners

I always wanted to be like Jack
He’s as cool as they come
Yeah, I always wanted to be like Jack
Still for me, he’s the one

Someday, someday
Someday, someday

Hear the wind blow through the long grass
I hear laughter in the night
No revelations as the years pass
Just disappear from sight

As I grow older, I grow younger
Every day is like a dream
I wouldn’t go back for a moment
Except for maybe seventeen

Someday, someday
Someday, someday

Everybody’s always looking for Jack
In the fire and in the water
Everybody’s always looking for Jack
In the streets and on the corners

Yeah, even Jack is always looking for Jack
He’s always in another room
And when I spoke to the woman there
She said, "He left this afternoon"

Someday, someday
Someday, someday

Someday, someday
Someday, someday


MASTER OF CRIME

Tell me inspector how do you feel?
We know you’re doing all you can
Your quest in life is to catch the one
For this you need to have a plan

And the name is Maurion about whom is this song
He does things that are wrong
But he does them in the right way
Yes he’s a mystery man
Catch him if you can
You’ll need a guiding light, for he only travels by night

Ariba ooh…

A criminal is what she may be
It’s time to catch the midnight hour
She has the knack when she commits a crime
To have the beauty of a flower
Yes she’s a master of crime
Yes she’s a master of crime
She’s a legend in her own time

Ariba ooh…

Tell me inspector how do you sleep
You know you’re doing all you can
Driven mad by trances oh so deep
Your faceless shadow of a man

Yes he’s a master of crime
Yes he’s a master of crime
He’s a legend in his own time (try and catch him if you can)

Running around the streets at night in search of Maurion
Inspector Garras of the French police and his trusted servant Fong
Keeping watch from the Eiffel Tower
Toujours merci et bien

Drinking coffee ’til the early hours in the Cafe Parisienne
It’s after cocktail hour
Only then she feels the power
The only sign left at the scene of crime
Is a sweet and scented flower

Yes she’s a master of crime
Yes she’s a master of crime
She’s a legend in her own time

Ariba ooh…


THESE ARE OUR FINEST DAYS

I can’t say that I’m the only one
Who’s been the lonely one
This could not be further from the truth

I want to run, into the burning sun
and I’m not the only one
stare up at the sky and think of you

I want to drive as fast as I can
Into some open land, bay up at the moon
make love to you

Wanna stay alive cause this life’s all I know
its never dull or slow
If I had the chance, I’d do it all again

You must believe me, believe me when I say
These are our finest days
I want to hold you, as tight as I can
I want to see your face


PUERTO RICO

Lolita standing on the corner
Such beauty in one so young
Her eyes stare only for a moment
With the sun’s glare
She is gone

It’s one world, one world to another
No warning of things to come
The splendour one side of the picture
Only one glimpse have to run

It’s OK down in Puerto Rico
All the people say
Must come back here some day
It’s OK down in Puerto Rico
Come what may there’s always church on Sunday

It’s midday
All the streets are quiet
People sleep through the hot day sun
With darkness atmosphere’s appealing
The night holds promise of things to come

It’s OK here in Puerto Rico
All the people sway
We slip into a new day
It’s OK here in Puerto Rico
If there’s a way we’ll come back here some day

It’s one bar then onto another
In the centre of old San Juan
Ten thousand people standing on the sidewalks
I drink with each and every one

It’s OK here in Puerto Rico
All the people say you must come back here someday
It’s OK here in Puerto Rico
Come what may there’s always church on Sunday

It’s OK here in Puerto Rico
As the people sway
We drink into a new day
It’s OK here in Puerto Rico
If there’s a way we’ll come back here some day


WAYS OF THE WORLD

Who’s that standing by the window
I’ve seen that face someplace before
Now he’s staring at the table
I wonder if he’s here to score

If I could grasp a good clear picture
Like turning on a naked light
Only then could I relax and feel
That I was doing something right

Sights and sounds constantly bombard me
Sway and move from side to side
Find it hard to stop and concentrate
And in the middle of the night
I say…

Wish I knew all the ways of the world
Yes if I only knew
If I knew all the ways of the world
There is something I’d do

Who’s that drowning in the river
I had this dream one time before
I quickly dive into the rescue
And live so happy evermore

But things they get so complicated
And your face it fades away
These are symptoms that I recognize
So to myself I softly say

Wish I knew all the ways of the world
Yes if I only knew
If I knew all the ways of the world
There is something I’d do

Wish I knew all the ways of the world
Yes if I only knew
If I knew all the ways of the world
There is something I’d do


I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE

I don’t need you anymore
I don’t need you anymore now
When you leave please close the door
I can’t stand it any more

Now you’re gone
On and on, I’ll carry on

Are you here to give me pain?
Behind your eyes you’re still the same now
Please don’t smile and play those games
And don’t pretend that you have changed

Now be gone
On and on, I’ll carry on

When first I knew you’d gone
The wind grew colder
But after the pain had gone
I felt much older
You had my very soul and my completeness
And now I find you here
You leave me speechless

I don’t need you any more
No you can’t sleep on the floor now
You’d stay a while and then you’d go
And I can’t love you any more

Now please be gone
On and on, I’ll carry on


CIRCLES ERRATICA

Sometimes I'm invisible, I'm nowhere to be seen
And kick like a tin can in the shape of a man
Trying so hard to break in so I can burst out
Perspectives ever changing leaving me in doubt

I've got a chronic disorder, I'm balanced between
The edge of a razor, trying to cut clean
I've got my eyes on the road, I'm trying to keep steady
I've got my hands on the wheel
I feel, I'm nearly ready

Hope that me who's dreaming and that's not me who's screaming
Want to wake up warm in a tattered down tarn
Still for all the killing, there's nobody winning
I want to spit it out, I want to scream and shout

Lying in the gutter, I heard someone mutter
We'll creep in the shadows trying to get home
Like the swing in the see-saw, hard to keep steady
With some rearranging
I feel, I'm nearly ready

Sometimes I'm invisible, I'm nowhere to be seen
Kick like a tin can into a sugared man
Hope that me who's dreaming and that's not me who's screaming
I want to wake up warm in a tattered down tarn

Lying in the gutter, I heard someone mutter
We'll creep in the shadows trying to get home
I've got my eyes on the road, I'm trying to keep steady
I've got my hand, my hands on the wheel
I feel, I'm nearly ready


FISHERMAN'S FRIEND

I stand alone on the harbour
Look out on the bay
The wind and rain makes it harder
No-one braves the storm today

Distant bells and the gulls cry (familiar sound)
My clothes are damp from the spray
The air is cold but my feet are even colder
The boats are where they’re going to stay

I never thought I’d ever worry about the weather
I never used to care
But it becomes too real when it provides the meals
For you and many far away

But there’s always the promise of tomorrow
Only light winds on our tail
To sail the seas is such sweet sorrow
Together with all the old familiar smells

In this blissful hell full of fearful joy
The ocean waits for its prey
The night’s a thief and at the end of the day
Steals the light away

I stand alone in the harbour
I still look out on the bay
The wind and rain makes it harder
No-one braves the storm today

I can’t see anything, only what’s ahead
And what gets washed up on the shore
There are so many things either left unsaid
Or spoken a million times before

Weigh anchor

I’d rather go sailing round the world

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