MR. MISTER - NO WORDS TO SAY

NO WORDS TO SAY

MR. MISTER

SONGWRITERS: RICHARD PAGE & STEVE GEORGE

COUNTRY: U. S. A.

ALBUM: PULL (EXPANDED EDITION)

LABEL: LITTLE DUME RECORDINGS

GENRE: ROCK

YEAR: 2010

 

         Mr. Mister was an American rock band from Phoenix, Arizona, active from 1982 until 1990. The band consisted of Richard Page on lead vocals and bass guitar, Steve George on keyboards/backing vocals, Pat Mastelotto on acoustic and electronic drums/percussion and Steve Farris on guitars/backing vocals. Mr. Mister was the successor to the band Pages, fronted by Page and George from 1978 to 1981.

           Pull is the fourth and final studio album by American pop rock band Mr. Mister, and the only album not to feature founding guitarist Steve Farris, who had departed the band in 1988. It was recorded from 1989 to 1990, but the record company refrained from releasing this more introspective album. Due to the band's being left without a record company and a subsequent breakup, the album was left without an official release until 2010, when it was remixed and released by Richard Page's own Little Dume Recordings label.

            The album was made available as a physical CD plus digital download.

       No singles were released from this album, although one track ("We Belong to No One") was offered as a free download from the Little Dume website while the album was being prepped for release. Also, "Waiting in My Dreams" was first featured on the band's The Best of Mr. Mister album.

I grew up in the South in the turbulent time

Not a bad time for a white boy

The country was changing in a peculiar way

And all around me was a sound

Growing sweeter and more murderous all at once

And the people tried to hide their eyes

From the chaos and defiance that was changing them all

And the years passed and not a word was spoken

The years passed, the silence never broken

 

Quietly, they lead their lives

Of desperation, no words to say

 

There were those who know the tables would turn

Running out into the burning streets

And hoping to hear the words

Of a prophet or a sage who might come along

And straighten out the mess they had made

The injustice and cruelty by their own hands

Of the ones of another shade

 

Quietly, they lead their lives

Of desperation, no words to say

Silently, they turned their heads

Their eyes unopened, no words to say

 

Then one day there was heard a thunderous chant

The voice they feared grew louder and louder

And the day had come at last

 

Quietly, they lead their lives

Of desperation, no words to say

Silently, they turned their heads

Their eyes unopened, no words to say.