Imperfectionist

by Scott McMahon

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Rebecca Learman On a sunny Saturday afternoon in September, while I was waiting to meet someone (that turned out to be a bad date) I wondered down London's iconic Southbank. I came across a pitch just by the Waterloo bridge where I sat and just instantly fell in love with a talented raw voice, and here I met Scott. There are so many singers and bands out there but none that I can honestly truly say touch my soul like Scott's music does. Over the last year I have had the opportunity to see him perform many times down the Southbank and in various venues across London, I've had the honour to get to know him and pleased to call him a friend. The countless sleepless nights and all life experiences that have influenced and made this album possible has certainly been worth it. I hope you all enjoy his music as much as I do, if it's chilling at home, dancing around the kitchen as I have done or even on full volume in the car, the music he makes is stunning.

Scott is not just a wonderful singer songwriter he is what I'd call a true artist.

I wish you all the luck in the world with the album x Favorite track: Back to the Start.
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released September 21, 2015

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Track Name: Dragging the Years Behind You
Dragging the Years Behind You
Edinburgh 2008

The bell for time is ringing, do you think you've paid your due?
Can you feel the air get thinner with each turning of the screw?
It's like you're rowing up the river
and the paddle's weighing heavy in your hands
But while the rainbow keeps on smiling on the other side,
you've got to do the best you can

Dragging the years behind you, working til you break your bones,
dragging the years behind you til you feel the missing piece slide home

I think you want surprises and I think you want routine
You ask for understanding...I don't know what you mean
But I can sit with you in silence and hear the thunder booming in your head
If the stormclouds cast long shadows on your setting sun,
you'd better take a deep breath

Dragging the years behind you, working til you break your bones,
dragging the years behind you til you feel the missing piece slide home

We live with the suggestion of every mortal sin
When you feel that perspiration then I guess we should begin
We stand just like two towers...and your friends come flying in
But when the sunlight nearly blinds you on the other side,
you'll know you did the right thing

Dragging the years behind you, working til you break your bones,
high times will greet you on the other side,
when you feel the missing piece slide home
But you know....a thousand different pieces left to go

© Scott McMahon Music
Track Name: The Sea & The Sky
The Sea and the Sky
Highgate, London 2014

The face of an angel, a cinnamon soul
A lifetime of summers in a place of our own
With no destination, I'll travel with you
We kicked out the old life and rung in the new

So no more searching for answers
and no more digging for clues
I found her waiting in the last place I tried
Ripped up the rule book and threw it aside

Lately I've let a feeling explode in my heart
It shines like a star
Hey lady, we don't even try
We are the sea and the sky
Patience and fire and fever all rolled into one
She shines like the sun
Hey lady we don't even try
We are the sea and the sky

Hey lady, hey lady, we are the sea and the sky

Lately I've let a feeling explode in my heart
It shines like a star
Hey lady, we don't even try
We are the sea and the sky
We are the sea and the sky
We are the sea and the sky

© Scott McMahon Music
Track Name: She's Like Summertime
She's Like Summertime
Holloway, London 2015

She's like summer, leafy green
See her smiling, so serene
I know what's up her sleeve
She played to get me, and I let her
That girl she makes real life better
Than the sweetest dream

Just when I thought I should be taking my time
She walked on by and left me spinning behind
Swept away the little doubt in my mind
So I can't doubt I'd ever find it

I'm chasing her sunlight leaving my mind wide open
She's like summertime
I follow her rainbows until the night is over, over and over
She's like summertime

Feels like summer, she's the heat
Tarmac bubbles at her feet
As traffic blocks the street
A hidden heart, she exposed it
Warmed it back to life, she owns it
The circle is complete

Just when I thought I should be taking my time
She walked on by and left me spinning behind
Swept away the little doubt in my mind
So I can't doubt I'd ever find it

I'm chasing her sunlight leaving my mind wide open
She's like summertime
I follow her rainbows until the night is over, over and over
She's like summertime
(and the waiting...)
She's like summertime
(...is over...)
She's like summertime
(...won over)
She's dancing the darkness into the light

I'm chasing her sunlight leaving my mind wide open
She's like summertime
I follow her rainbows until the night is over
She's like summertime

© Scott McMahon Music
Track Name: Your Dreams Are Not Your Own
Your Dreams are Not Your Own
Edinburgh 2007

I thought I could rescue a falling star, in desperate need of repair,
with her high hopes hanging like mist in the air
Well I fell for it then, but I'm older now

A passion so green it was burning red, we were the cats with the cream
Taking long drives and finding our way through the steam
til I drifted off, dreaming of falling down

Said 'I do' in my sleep and I woke up one day in a nightmare
full of fussing and fighting and falling apart at the seams
Well it made me so tired that I ended up smiling politely
while I thought to myself 'The grass isn't looking so green'

So shine those memories with time, the truth will go dull in the dark
Your excuses were cutting straight into my heart
'I think you need help with the baggage that's holding you down'
Don't time go by so slow, when your dreams are not your own

Well isn't life sweet when it's going well? Everything falls into place
It's all down hill, feeling the wind in your face
Take your eyes off the road and you're falling down

Said 'I do' in my sleep and I woke up one day in a nightmare
Full of fussing and fighting and falling apart at the seams
Well it made me so tired that I ended up smiling politely
While I thought to myself 'The grass isn't looking so green'

So shine those memories with time, the truth will go dull in the dark
Your excuses were cutting straight into my heart
'I think you need help with the baggage that's holding you down'
Don't time go by so slow, when your dreams are not your own
Don't time go by so slow, when your dreams are not your own

© Scott McMahon Music
Track Name: Back to the Start
Back to the Start
Kentish Town, London 2012

Back to the start again, back to the start again,
back to the start of the game
Patch up your heart again, patch up your heart
and get back to the start of the game

Standing here on square one, instructions in my hand
in a language I will never understand
Won't grow up is a compromise,
where you don't get old but you don't get wise
You just build better castles in the sand

Back to the start again, back to the start again,
back to the start of the game
Patch up your heart again, patch up your heart
and get back to the start of the game

The heart you hold is empty, I cut it from my soul
in a desperate bid to take back some control
The tiniest incision, and the love just drained away
but I'm sure I'll hear you moan again someday, someday

Back to the start again, back to the start again,
back to the start of the game
Patch up your heart again, patch up your heart
and get back to the start of the game

Back to the start again, whoaa whoaa
Patch up your heart again, whoaa whoaa

The start of the game

© Scott McMahon Music
Track Name: Whispers & Wine
Whispers & Wine
Kentish Town, London 2012

That girl in gold with the wings, listen real closely, do you hear what she sings?
Such tales of passion and woe, of surfing the tension
and so much further to go
Well in a sea of straining arms, she shook me up and saddled me tight
I guess we made it to the front of the pack
There's no one before us, and now there's no looking back

She teaches the angels to walk with a style
Keeps all the answers asleep in her smile
She paints with a palette of whispers and wine
and treasure to find
The power and glory, so precious and rare
just lays in the sunshine and waits for her there
And just when you need it, that look in her eye
is there like a prize

That broken flame in my soul, it flickers and dances
it's out of control
She breezed right in like a storm, cut through the armour
Then she started to blow
and when I held her in my arms,
squinting through the light and the smoke
She floored me with a wink and a smile,
said 'Follow me baby, the air is better below'

She teaches the angels to walk with a style
Keeps all the the answers asleep in her smile
She paints with a palette of whispers and wine
and treasure to find
The power and glory, so precious and rare
Just lays in the sunshine and waits for her there
and just when you need it, that look in her eye
it's there like a prize

Balance of power it swings, one day you're the pauper
and the next you're the king
One token look at the past will kill all the questions
that you never could ask

She teaches the angels to walk with a style
keeps all the answers asleep in her smile
She paints with a palette of whispers and wine
as she leads right from the side
The power and glory, so precious and rare
just lays in the sunshine and waits for her there
and just when you need it, that look in her eye
it's there like a prize

© Scott McMahon Music
Track Name: Fumbelina
Fumbelina
Hampstead Heath, London 2010

Fumbelina, acting like you think you know you think it's getting better
Underneath her, where I'm all tangled up in the lines
Fumbelina, walking like you got a better offer from another
You'll believe her, when you're helping her polish her pride

Well the rumours you hear would suggest that the butter ain't melting
and you season yourself with the stories you pepper with lies
When the way that you sway makes you think that the drinking ain't helping
You'll be stuck in the web and kissing your baby goodbye

Fumbelina come on home, come on home
Fumbelina come on home, come on home, come on home, come on home

There's a crack in your smile Fumbelina
Your beady-eyed shit leaves me cold
Are you still breaking hearts for a living?
Remind me how cheap I was sold?
Releasing your prize golden ego, did you laugh when it smashed on the floor?
Come on home Fumbelina, come on home, come on home
Come on home Fumbelina, come on home

There's a crack in my smile Fumbelina
and I'm spinning and spinning and spinning and and hitting the floor
In the back of my mind, there's a fleeting
A fleeting sensation of just couldn't take any more
A fleeting sensation of just couldn't take any more
Just a fleeting sensation of just couldn't take any more
Come on home Fumbelina, I just couldn't take any more

© Scott McMahon Music
Track Name: Long Tall Peggy Sue
Long Tall Peggy Sue
Kentish Town, London 2011

Aiming for the point in the middle, sticking to the tried and true
Are you betting on forgetting that the middleman shines the shoes?
Say a little prayer for Long Tall Peggy Sue

You're thinking that you're falling...you're flying
Everything you're selling...I'm buying
Digging for the treasure when they couldn't even find the time

So wave your little flag in the rubble, try to make your lies sound true,
and spare a little thought for who paved the way for you
Say a little prayer for Long Tall Peggy Sue

Swimming with the sharks in the sewer, don't it make your brown eye bruise?
But when you've nothing left to offer you've got nothing else left to lose
Say a little prayer for Long Tall Peggy Sue
Say a little prayer for Long Tall Peggy Sue

© Scott McMahon Music
Track Name: Paris
Paris
Edinburgh 2007

About time I got myself to Paris
My friends sleep underground out there
Flea-bitten confidence, but maybe out there it'll all make sense
Strip all this ground in doubt away
I'll put my feet up on the metro
Find a nice apartment with a view
Pile my clothes up neatly in the bathroom
and wash out all these memories of you

You saw me when the seats had all been taken
You saw me when the rest had gone away
You saw me when your confidence was bruising
You saw me when you'd nowhere left to stay
When I saw you when I woke up every morning
And I saw you when I went to bed at night
And I saw the smile in your big wide eyes
Telling me your dream came true
Then I washed out all those memories of you

The waves are lapping at your ankles
They ebb and flow and roll in with the tide
Lost track of time while you were standing
The same old movie showing in your mind
You'll find a map inside the guide book
A trail of ends will help you on your way
Read about it in Life and Time
Cover the graffiti with your sparkling wine
The friendly faces give the plot away

I'll see you when the seats have all been taken
I'll see you when the rest have gone away
I'll see you when your confidence is bruising
I'll see you when you've nowhere left to stay
And you'll see me when you wake up every morning
You'll see me when you go to bed at night
And you'll see the smile in my big wide eyes
Telling you my dream came true
When you wash out all those thoughts of me and you

© Scott McMahon Music
Track Name: Quiet Time
Quiet Time
Kentish Town, London 2010

Quiet time, quiet time
Got myself a little bit of quiet time
Hush now demons, sleep tonight
Got myself a little bit of quiet time

Thinking that I might play a CD that a girl made just for me
Black and white movie, just like living should be
and dream myself to sleep

(I dream I'm at the party where sunshine leaves with rain
and sat with all the aces, the king and queen complain)

Quiet time, quiet time
Got myself a little bit of quiet time
Even with the demons and they don't mind
Got myself a little bit of quiet time

Spinning top slowing, kind of think it might fall perfectly
History repeating, pearly gates are creaking
Open sesame

© Scott McMahon Music