Art Bergmann
Art Bergmann
Remember Her Name (lyrics: Bergmann, music: Bergmann/Susann Richter)
American Wife (Bergmann/Jamey Koch)
Message From Paul
Faithlessly Yours
Crackin’ Up
If She Could Sing
Baby Needs Oil (lyrics: Bergmann, music: Bergmann/Ray Fulber)
I Can’t Change This World (lyrics: Bergmann, music: Bergmann/Susann Richter)
Ruin My Life God’s Little Gift (lyrics: Bergmann/William Scherk, music: Bergmann)
Words and music by Art Bergmann, except where noted.
Produced by Chris Wardman.
Recording and mix engineer: Ron Searles
Tracking assistant: Diana Eljabri
Mix assistants: John Hurlbut (Wheels) & John Rodd
Recorded and mixed at Manta Sound, Toronto, ON, April 1991
Mastered by Howie Weinberg at Masterdisk, New York
Management: Sam Feldman & Jeff Rogers, c/o Sam Feldman & Associates, Vancouver, BC
Art Bergmann: guitars and vocals
Chris Wardman: guitars
Jason Sniderman: piano, tape delay, organ, & keys
Jamey Koch: bass
Joel Anderson: drums
Programming: Jason Sniderman & Chris Wardman
Backing Vocals: Laura Hubert, Paul MacAusland, Jamey Koch, Cassandra Vasicek, Chris Wardman, Art Bergmann

Label: Polygram

#94 In Chart Magazines Top 100 Canadian Albums of All Time

Art Bergmann (Polydor 511067-2)©, (p) 1991 Polygram Records of Canada Inc.

remember her name

(lyrics: Bergmann, music: Bergmann/Susann Richter) Her first breath Is drawn through a cigarette Her first drink Last night's scotch Just to wet her cracked lips She looks at the man beside her Lying in the bed She doesn't know his name She only hopes he's not dead She feels like Marianne Faithfull Marianne Faithfull She hopes at the end of the day Someone remembers her name She goes out for some late afternoon work Down in Times Square Maybe she'll meet Steven Tyler On a double dare Turning tricks in a theater She's a creature In her own double feature She feels like Marianne Faithfull Marianne Faithfull She hopes at the end of the this day Someone remembers her name At the end of the day Remember her name I do It's Marianne Faithfull Marianne Faithfull Marianne Faithfull Marianne Faithfull On a good day Or a bad day

american wife

(Bergmann/Jamey Koch) A million American suits Fly to Eastern Europe They're free now Deliver American know-how Teach 'em how to vote More like how to buy votes Burn it down Start all over again Watch the reunited Germans You know they make the best business men But we've got a billion hamburgers Free coke White collar criminals And money for dope Burn it down Start all over again You bed me You wed me American wife You led me You bled me American wife Burn it down The circus goes to Moscow And we're gonna bring along a rock show They tell me Leningrad's a-go-go So don't be slow with the blow Joe Burn it down Start all over again Please don't be waiting too long Please don't be waiting too long

message from paul

(Bergmann) I really love your long blonde hair You know I love the way you stare Would you still take me back if I'm sent home from there If I mistake him for someone who could ever care I got my message from Paul It could mean nothing at all I got my message from Paul It could mean nothing at all Bells keep ringing in my ears A blue light snaps from eye to eye I was hoping you felt the same Or have I just gone Insane I got my message from Paul Like a New Testament call Like walking down the Damascus Road Under some kind of heavy load Bells keep ringing in my ears A blue light snaps from eye to eye I was hoping you felt the same Or have I just gone insane I got my message from Paul I got my message from Paul It could mean nothing at all Could it be better than watching your long hair fall

faithlessly yours

(Bergmann) God's got an answer in that jukebox I pick the wrong song every time I know my song is in that jukebox And I've been suckered for the last time How could I be so silly How could I be faithlessly yours God hid an answer in her body I've been in the wrong room for so long I found no question in her body I'm in the room where I belong How could I be so silly How could I be faithlessly yours Now that the evidence is in Now that the evidence is in God placed an ad in her paper A cryptic clue without a crossword How could I have known she worked that paper The sweetest sound the world has heard How could I be so silly How could I be faithlessly yours

crackin' up

(Bergmann) Who is it up there tonight Is that you in the spotlight Whose voice is coming out of that face Is that you or am I viewing tape Crackin' Up Crackin' Up Who are you trying to imitate Stop lying to me you're tempting fate I've never been one who's prone to violence But I've been keeping you under serveillance Crackin' Up Crackin' Up You're just a memory that makes me go astray You're just a memory that makes me go astray Crackin' Up Crackin' Up

if she could sing

(Bergmann) If she could sing I wonder what she'd say Would she do as I've done And put me on display Use me for fun As I have done As I have done She'd make me shudder and run If she could sing Just like me Would she bring Heartache and misery Throw me to the Huns As I have done As I have done She'd make me shudder and run Maybe there is something someone Could have said or done To change my mind I don't think so this time When she finds her voice I'll listen For a clue to what was missing When I placed the emphasis On mine If she could sing I wonder what she'd say If she could sing Just like me She would call me down She would call me down She would call me down She would call me down

baby needs oil

(lyrics: Bergmann, music: Bergmann/Ray Fulber) I've uncovered an unearthly delight TV battles in my desert night A superbowl of candy missles in flight Tell me why are all the newsmen white My baby needs oil She's been drinking like it's going out of style My baby's love's on the boil She's found a new land to soil I've uncovered an unearthly delight A million cars filled up on Exxon light My baby's engine's all rusted up tight She wants it every night My baby needs oil She's been drinking like it's going out of style My baby's love's on the boil She's found a new land to soil Boys and girls sleep in my desert night A lover's moon hangs in ghastly pale light Soldier's wives sleep with Elvis tonight I'm just trying to demystify My baby needs oil She's been drinking like it's going out of style My baby's love's on the boil She's found a new land to soil

I can't change this world

(lyrics: Bergmann, music: Bergmann/Susann Richter) January 15, 1991... I feel like gettin' down on my knees and prayin'... I'm walkin' straight to my lover... In the east end they're comin' down... I've made a big decision towards the other. Walking through Japantown... Watching bums steal fruit from sidewalk stands... Without ever getting caught. I'm thinking about what Knowlton Nash said on the National News... About some war correspondent... Talking from the front... The thrill of getting shot at and missed... Me, I'm supposed to be writing a hit. I can't change this world It's too dangerous for all the boys and girls All the creeps and the jerks that pass me and harass me... They think I've got something... Something more... Something to give them... I blame them. I put my ear to the ground and listen fro the sound of falling change... Get our my walker to look for a transfer to get out of range of people hating people for all weird reasons... Around the world they throw toys like an angry little brother in a sandbox... With the hatred of an unrequited lover... Or an envious kid sister. I can't change this world It's too dangerous for all the boys and girls Sit around all day just waiting for something clever to say... I'm losing my grip on this pen and feel like searching for my syringe again... Makes me hate my own song. I can't change this world It's too dangerous for all the boys and girls I can't change this world It's too dangerous for all the boys and girls I can't change this world

ruin my life

(Bergmann) Ruin my life Open my eyes to the broad daylight Take me home Get me to bed by midnight Ruin my life Open my eyes to the broad daylight Take me home Keep me safe and warm Do what you like Unless your freedom is the price Take me home Keep me from all harm You say that I can do what I want Hey hey I'm not that strong You say that I don't get it I'm ready to admit it That I can't shake it off Ruin my life Hold your nose When I come back in a week in somebody's clothes Smell this rose Keep me from an overdose Make me hope Make me hope I die when I get old Take my drugs And throw 'em out the window Change my bed, change my head Everything was going wrong until now Take every promise I've ever broken Turn them into a vow Is this ring really dipped In a thousand drinks I'd give it all up Just to sink inside her experience Ruin my life

god's little gift

(lyrics: Bergmann/William Scherk, music: Bergmann) A neurotic old romance Is claiming young men No amount of destruction Will give you land Return to the holy land Let's see what you've planned What do the chosen few Choose for you Soon we'll be a page in your history But we will never meet again You think you're God's little gift to the world God's little gift to the world We're making advances Calling you up for national gain No amount of seduction Will ease the pain You';ll never get much from me There's just enough to go around You think you're God's little gift to the world God's little gift to the world Just like a girl who screams in your ear With the secret of the year Here's an army to fear They think they're god's little gift to the world God's little gift to the world