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Golden Boy

by Reuben Butchart

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1.
Come & Play 05:45
COME & PLAY Born of the light, the kind that knows no shadows. A spark in the dark, you compel the clouds to draw back their curtains. By yourself you’re never lonely. But, together we’ll be unstoppable. Come and play. Bathed in glow. Wrapped like a promise. Gracefully the purest form of bliss. Asleep in your dream. Awakened by one simple kiss. Wake, baby, come and play. Now that I have grown, I can lift you from your cradle. We’ll make our escape, under tables and behind long curtains. By ourselves, we can make believe for hours. Pretend the mirror’s a window to another place. Come and play. Bathed in glow. Wrapped like a promise. Gracefully the purest form of bliss. Asleep in your dream. Awakened by one simple kiss. Wake, baby, come and play. We run circles, chasing, racing. Tiny heroes, we’re the kings and the queens. Reckless rough house, collapsing, laughing. But, what’s that murmur? I can feel your heart race. © 2007 Reuben Butchart
2.
So Much Soul 04:37
SO MUCH SOUL Soft and gentle strong, light of life, uplift us all. Kind pushes and a voice for soothing storms. Good. Also warm. First-hand truths inform your gifts. Words so wise and honest helping hands. So much soul you have. It radiates. I always feel safe with you. ...everyday. Song, sing me one. Quiet grace is what you show. Age of a spirit so much younger. Eyes light for me. Wide awake you seize the day. Slow, I don’t want you to break down now. So much soul you have. It radiates. I always feel safe with you... ...everyday of my story. Everything that you know I want to know. And, my life goes on beyond familiar streets. Still you’ll always stay close beside me. So much soul you have. It radiates. I always feel safe with you. © 2007 Reuben Butchart & Richard Robertson
3.
BELLE OF THE BALL Sister, it’s time to get going. So, what will you wear to hide all the butterflies? Sister, your long slip is showing from under that dress Grandma made from the last table cloth. Oh, Princess, you are the family doll, our most prized possession, the belle of the ball. Sister, if we paint up your nails, then the dirty won’t show. Let Grandma pull back all your pretty hair. Sister, I know it must be murder when she tugs much too tight, twisting tornado turnovers into your tender head. Oh, Princess, you are the family doll, our most prized possession, the belle of the ball. © 2007 Reuben Butchart
4.
A Noble Scar 03:04
A NOBLE SCAR Bandage hurts when you peel it gingerly. Tear it off fast to reveal what’s underneath. It’s best to know the truth. What have we got? A noble scar to remind us of past lives – proof that we’ve endured once more. Or, are we nursing a fresh wound? Look, Ma. No hands. I’m riding past impatiently, heedless of the cliff. I’ve gotta risk if I’m to succeed. It’s best to know the truth. What have we got? A noble scar to remind us of past lives – proof that we’ve endured once more. Or, are we nursing a fresh wound?. © 2007 Reuben Butchart
5.
NORTHERN CALIFORNIA I come from a place where the redwood is taller than the tallest building. Giant angels roost there, roots in the earth. I once belonged to Northern California. I come from a place where the sun is only overshadowed by the fog. Warm in a blanket fills the forest air. I won’t be too long from Northern California. I live in a place where the sirens burn a hole right through my nervous head. Rotten to the marrow, Big Apple is sour grapes sometimes. Today I long for Northern California. You’re my sweet home. © 2007 Reuben Butchart
6.
Bright Boys 04:54
BRIGHT BOYS Bright boys, hiding out under covers, finding solace in private quarters and shady corners. Bright boys whispering a sweetness in the storm. Bright boys scream it out. Release and you’re reborn again. Reborn again. Bright boys, licking lips and flashing smiles, tearing into silence with the brightest laughter, and gracing city sidewalks with steady hipsway. Bright boys whispering a sweetness in the storm. Bright boys scream it out. Release and you’re reborn again. Reborn again. © 2007 Reuben Butchart
7.
Golden Boy 05:25
GOLDEN BOY Hurry, wait. Must constantly chase carrot. Build on strength. One day you will inherit. Fight for right. Earn your keep. Go now. Don’t pause today for promise. Good luck, Golden Boy. The good always win in the end. Stage a coup. Step up and step out today. Your turn. People please to ease away the teasing – that tightening screw. Their daily machinations just wear you out. Get hold of yourself. Go now. Don’t pause today for promise. Good luck, Golden Boy. The good always win in the end. Stage a coup. Step up and step out today. Your turn. Stick to your guns. Do it for love. Hold on. Do it for love. © 2007 Reuben Butchart
8.
FLASH & CLICK You let your presence be known with a flash of your lashes. And, you get to give every order with a click of your fingers. I see you gotta to make believe you’re queen of the land to quell that old cacophony and come off as grand, my star. The world is your oyster, ‘cause... You let your presence be known with a flash of your lashes. And, you get to give every order with a click of your fingers. But, when we’re in a quiet place, your head rests on my chest, and you find a little humility and forget about all the rest of that mess. The world is your oyster, ‘cause... You are so fine. So, let your presence be known with a flash of your lashes ‘cause you get to give every order with a click of your fingers. Oh, you never linger. © 2007 Reuben Butchart
9.
Fading 04:10
FADING Blessed are the sneezers and the coughers and their contraband. Migraine and eye strain ‘cause of the causes. Oh, the pauses. Waving in a truck stop scene – more like wavering, waxing and waning. Slit eye on a cyclops runs. Tracks are running. Arms are track stars. I am fading into a heavy air. Just a sigh of smoke remaining. I am fading there. Hold on ‘til it’s over, dears. Don’t go head on into headlights. Give up on the white puff and cruel brown stuff before it is too late...too late. I am fading into a heavy air. Just a sigh of smoke remaining. I am fading there.. © 2007 Reuben Butchart
10.
CARTOON HEROES You get some rocks and I’ll pour the concrete and we’ll make a man-made pond in Grandma’s backyard where Grandpa cannot see us. Unwind the garden hose and I’ll pour the water and we’ll make a dark lagoon where swans are not allowed and there’s only room for ugly creatures. It’s nearly done. But, wait. Something’s missing. You know what we need? Skip out. Ditch the babysitter and ride on to the Russian River. Come on. Fake out every forest ranger and steal one tiny baby turtle. He’s all we got. You get some fresh worms and I’ll toss a salad out of some leaves and twigs ‘cause Turtle could get hungry on the long trip back to Grandma’s. Wrap him in your jacket and I’ll grab the bikes. The road’s much to rough to ride with Turtle in your pocket. I guess we’ll have to hike the way back. We’re nearly there. By now they should have missed us. You know what they need. Skip out. Ditch the babysitter and ride on to the Russian River. Come on. Fake out every forest ranger and steal one tiny baby turtle. He’s all we got. There you go, crying like a little baby. We’re almost home. We’re not lost – I know a shortcut. Now here we are, standing on the porch in moonlight. Looks like they’ve gone out for supper. No one’s here to meet our new friend. Skip out. Ditch the babysitter and ride on to the Russian River. Come on. Fake out every forest ranger and steal one tiny baby turtle. He’s all we got. © 2007 Reuben Butchart
11.
ALL THERE IS TO TELL Last night I had a dream. We were tied up wrist to wrist. You were crying. I was shivering in a faintly fragrant wind. I was with you all along on a shore that stretched for miles. We were smothered by a desperate love, held hostage on the golden isle. Come, tell your brother all there is to tell. Sing from the top of the mountain and let the river flow. Terrified of the rapids, we were frozen on the bank. Should we dive into the alluring current? Will it lead us to a waterfall? We were just us two, wading in up to our tender necks. We were laughing, splashing and forgetting that neither one of us could really swim. And then that rock approached us. “Should we reach out for its ledge? Won’t you let all your secrets bubble up? I think we can finally come up for air.” Come, tell your brother all there is to tell. Sing from the top of the mountain and let the river flow. Terrified of the rapids, we were frozen on the bank. Should we dive into the alluring current? Will it lead us to a waterfall? my baby... my sister... my heart... my muse... my laughter... my solace... my dream... © 2007 Reuben Butchart
12.
Trust Me 06:06
TRUST ME You can’t tell – can’t figure out a way to know me. Instead of settling for being mystified, allow me to be revealing. I’m about true kindness, generosity, and a little shyness. You retreat. You’ve got your doubts. ...accuse me of hiding. Well, check my files. My record’s clean. I’m an open book for you to write in. Illuminate your story with this hero bound for glory. I’m yours, baby. Let there be no doubt. I’m yours, baby. You can trust me now. © 2007 Reuben Butchart

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About Reuben's duet with Antony: "They have an easy chemistry... [Butchart's] high, tensile voice melds dramatically with Antony's voluptuous vocals, and the strings quiver so delicately they sound like a current pulling them along... achingly palpable..."
- Stephen M. Deusner, Pitchfork

"[A] great voice and fine tunesmithing... the arrangements are truly hand-in-glove."
- Van Dyke Parks

"[Golden Boy is] and album of small epiphanies, breathtaking enough to have me weeping in public."
- Ryan Doyle, HX

"lush string-kissed arrangements and melancholy piano lines... [Reuben] has the vocal chops to pull off this kind of high drama."
- Time Out New York

credits

released March 1, 2007

Produced by Reuben Butchart and Noah Simon
Engineered and Mixed by Noah Simon
Recorded at LOHO Studios, Jarvis, 66 Rivington,
Newswalk 613, SpaceBar, Benny’s Wash n’ Dry
Mastered by Alan Silverman at Arf! Digital

All words and music written by Reuben Butchart
Felix Static (ASCAP)
Except So Much Soul and Bright Boys
Written by Reuben Butchart and Richard Robertson
Felix Static (ASCAP) and Richard Robertson (SOCAN)
© 2007 All Rights Reserved

Musicians...
Vocals, Piano: Reuben Butchart
Guitars: Joe Pascarell
Electric Bass: Jeff Langston
Drums: John Bollinger
Violins: Maxim Moston, Antoine Silverman
Viola: Danielle Farina
Cellos: Julia Kent, Noah Hoffeld
Acoustic Bass: Jason DiMatteo
Flute: Keith Bonner
Oboe: Alexandra Knoll
Bass Clarinet: David Sapadin
Trumpet, Flugelhorn: Steven Bernstein
Tenor Saxophone: Paul Shapiro
Trombone: Clark Gayton
Organ, Clavinet: Bennett Paster
Conga, Djembe, Cabasa, Triangle, Shakers:
Chris “Fatoye” Theberge
Bells, Tambourine, Claps, Snaps, Ambient Effects:
Noah Simon, Reuben Butchart

Come & Play
String Arrangement: Noah Simon

So Much Soul
String Arrangement: Noah Simon
Horn Arrangement: Steven Bernstein

Belle of the Ball
String Arrangement: Noah Simon
Woodwind Arrangement: Reuben Butchart
Lap Steel Guitar, Backing Vocals: Megan Hickey

A Noble Scar
Acoustic Bass: Jason DiMateo

Northern California
String Arrangement: Maxim Moston
Backing Vocals: Greta Gertler, Joe Pascarell,
Noah Simon, Reuben Butchart

Golden Boy
String, Woodwind, Horn Arrangements:
Reuben Butchart
Backing Vocals: Debby Schwartz

Flash & Click
Horn Arrangement: Steven Bernstein

Fading
String Arrangement: Reuben Butchart

Cartoon Heroes
Woodwind, Horn Arrangements:
Reuben Butchart
Backing Vocals: Noah Simon, Reuben Butchart

All There is to Tell
String Arrangement: Reuben Butchart, Julia Kent
Guest Vocals: Antony

Trust Me
String Arrangement: Reuben Butchart
Backing Vocals: Everyone

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