Gerald Eaton is a Canadian R&B singer-songwriter and music producer.
He is the lead singer for the R&B-pop group The Philosopher Kings, which reached its peak popularity in the 1990s. During the group's 10-year hiatus, Eaton began a solo career, releasing the album Shake it Off in 2002 under the stage name Jarvis Church, derived from two parallel streets in Toronto, Ontario. The Philosopher Kings subsequently reunited and released a new album in February 2006. In 2008 he released his second solo album called "The Long way Home". In 2012 he released his 3rd solo album The Soul Station Vol 1: The songs of Sam Cooke, A Tribute.
As a producer, in 1999 he discovered Nelly Furtado at the Honey Jam showcase in Toronto Canada and in 2001 he co-produced Nelly Furtado's debut album Whoa, Nelly! with his Philosopher Kings bandmate Brian West. In 2001 they were nominated for the producer of the year Grammy. Their production team is known as Track and Field, and they also appear on the production credits of Esthero's album Wikked Lil' Grrrls. Track and Field also produced Canadian rapper K'naan's albums The Dusty Foot Philosopher and Troubadour, and the title track from Stacie Orrico's 2006 album Beautiful Awakening. He appeared on the song "Saturdays" by Nelly Furtado on the album Folklore.
It's not a game but I don't wanna lose
Don't make me choose between
Success and shit that's fresh
?Cause I will always choose my own happiness
No, you don't know me, we ain?t never met
I'm not from your town, never seen me around
?Cause where I?m from, we still havin' from
And now the kingdom's come
You're done and I am the royal son
I'm not shy, forgive me
So please don't cry
Forgive me if you can't handle this
Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me
And if it's too raw, forgive me
That's my faux paux
Forgive me if you can't handle this
Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me
Music, father forgive me, I?m smokin' like a chimney
Up inside the studio with Jarvis here with me
They call we da underdogs, we da comin' runnin' under y'all
We no come fi talk, gun fi bark under unu bumba-claught
Tell a guy fuck-off, we run the park
Sing from the heart, king from the start
Jelly one, tell you what, bling down the chart
Bling down the rass, big sound a blast
Money ching-ching every big town we pass
Find a slim ting, run ring 'round she ass
Only grim ting is a rign now she want
I'm not shy, forgive me
So please don't cry
Forgive me if you can't handle this
Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me
And if it's too raw, forgive me
That's my faux paux
Forgive me if you can't handle this
Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me
No, this one goes out to all the boys
And all the girls in the whole world
You don't have to worry, you don't doubt
We not goin' to sell out, no
I'm not shy, forgive me
So please don't cry
Forgive me if you can't handle this
Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me
And if it's too raw, forgive me
That's my faux paux
Forgive me if you can't handle this
Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me
This is classical, inter-outa-international
World-wide, televised, dramitised
Yo, unu just cyan't standadize
Ya understand, over-stand, over-land, over-seas