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non-holiday
00:28
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Advice From A Vicar
04:33
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Twisted elm all around a caravan
Spring is slowly breaking winter’s curse
Swollen knuckles screaming with arthritis
Snatching at a promissory purse
You could pry yourself from the vice grips
Pull off your bloomers and swim
You could take your advice from a vicar
Or marry the man twice
Back straight, stroll into a parlour
Shaking like a needle on a pine.
Hide the dirt that’s caked under your fingernails
Place a bet, pass away the time
Saving all your silver for the Sabbath
You could be an evangelical’s wife
Never trust a man with his back in the corner
Keep your eyes wide for the rip in the tide
No, no never trust a man with his back in the corner
Keep your eyes on the rip in the tide
Smoke rising up from the glassworks
Cutting through the blue hours of the morn
All your insides fell all to pieces
Tucked inside your skirts away from harm
Stash all your hope inside a bottle
Now, throw it to the sea and watch it sink
You’d be better off without those dreams about tomorrow
Chance is often kinder than you think
Or you could see out the evening’s offer
Just give into your urge to turn and run
You could take your advice from a vicar
Or marry the man twice
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saxophone
00:18
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Swamp Lullaby
03:51
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Out of the murky water
Comes a cold and distant rain child.
Out of her muddy worries
Comes the story she is laying.
Playing out her game for fate forsaken strangers
Making strong backs break like brittle kindling,
Angel breath of swamp bred babies
Clouds the minds of idle saviors.
Grey moon patient for the high tide
Savours all our answerless midnight dances
That sweet new love brings.
And laying down with weary travellers
Only serves the sins that listless love brings.
Out of the murky water
Comes a cold and distant rain child.
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artistic integrity
00:45
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Hey Charlie I'm pregnant and living on the 9th street
Right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue
I stopped taking dope and I quit drinking whiskey
My old man plays the trombone, and he works out at the track
He says that he loves me, even though it's not his baby
He says that he'll raise him up just like he would his own son
He gave me a ring that was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancin' every Saturday night
Hey Charlie I think about you every time I pass a filling station
On account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair
Still have that record, Little Anthony and The Imperials
But someone stole my record player. Well, how do you like that?
Hey Charlie I almost went crazy after Mario got busted
I went back to Omaha to live with my folks
Everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison
So came back to Minneapolis this time I think I'm gonna stay
Hey Charlie I think I'm happy for the first time since my accident
I wish I had all the money we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot and I wouldn't sell any of 'em
I'd just drive a different car every day, depending on how I feel
Hey Charlie, for Christ's sakes, if you want to know the truth of it
I ain't got a husband, he don't play the trombone
I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer
But Charlie, hey, I'll be eligible for parole come Valentine's day
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luck of the draw
00:47
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Well, once I lived the life of a millionaire,
Spent all my money, didn't have any cares.
I took my friends out for a mighty good time,
Bought 'em bootleg liquor, champagne and wine.
Then I began to fall so low,
Lost all my good friends, I had nowhere to go.
If I get my hands on a dollar again,
I'm gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins.
Cause nobody knows you
When you're down and out.
In your pocket, there's not one penny,
Yeah and as for friends, well you sure don't have any.
But if you get back on your feet again,
Everybody calling you, they're your long-lost friend.
Now I said it's strange, without any doubt,
Nobody knows you,
Nobody knows you,
Nobody knows you when you're down and out.
Nobody knows you when you're down and out.
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9. |
Waikiki
03:49
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Oh Waikiki, what’s left for me?
Your buildings dwarf your palm trees
Pigeons patter on the roof
America has stolen your truth
I want to see what’s underneath
This holiday town
I want to know the air I breathe
Ain’t polluted from the ground
Nature isn’t what it was,
Yet folks like me still are drawn
To fantasies of waters clear
And images on souvenirs.
I want to see a hula girl
Shake it for all she’s got.
I want some authenticity
To justify this stop
But there’s a little truth
Of which I’m aware
I took a plane to get me here
I ain’t no better than the rest
Just another casualty at best
Oh so Waikiki, please forgive me
I’ll try to tread lightly
It’s just a stopover
Just a couple of nights
I’ll be off again on tomorrow’s flight
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10. |
all the loves
00:30
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11. |
Good Heart
03:21
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Well I’m the darling child,
With a silver spoon.
Every word I speak
Heart felt and true
But I’ve got a good heart,
Who would believe?
I’ve got a good heart,
Who would suspect me?
I stay out late,
Waiting for your call.
Keep the secret safe.
Leave the back light on.
Every drop of poison,
Every ounce of cruelty.
Everything in life I got,
I got for free.
But I’ve got a good heart,
Who would believe?
I’ve got a good heart,
Who would suspect me?
Well I’m the darling child,
With a silver spoon.
Every word I speak
Heart felt and true
But I’ve got a good heart,
Who would believe?
I’ve got a good heart,
Who would suspect me?
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12. |
moving on
03:10
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13. |
Frozen In Obscurity
04:08
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Frozen in obscurity
Somewhere on the prairie
The winter really gets me in the city
But out here it’s not so bad,
Mostly miles & miles of fence posts
The colour of the new snow
On the blue sky.
If I could write a song,
That would melt this winter,
I’d bring the spring to you in February.
I would sing it long
And it would shake
The rafters of Darke Hall
If it would make this better.
And someone told me foolishly
One day you’ll turn a corner.
And everything will feel the way it used to.
But for now I won’t forget
All these miles & miles of fence posts
The colour of the new snow
On the blue sky.
If I could write a song,
That would melt this winter,
I’d bring the spring to you in February.
I would sing it long
And it would shake
The rafters of Darke Hall
If it would make this better.
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14. |
Wayfaring Stranger
03:19
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I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A-traveling through this world below
But there's no sickness, no toil, or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my mother
She says I need no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A-traveling thru this world below
But there's no sickness, no toil, no danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
He said he'd meet me when I come
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home
I'm just a-going over home
I'm just a-going over home
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15. |
date night
00:38
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Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small boy
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken
And it took me back to something
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short of dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down.
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped outside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs that they were singing
And then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short of dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down.
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17. |
Crashing Through
02:36
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Well here you come now, babe.
I’ve seen that look before
Your troubles have all found you
And are knocking at the door
No matter what you try to do
Beg, borrow or steal.
You’re the only one here
Who can change the way you feel.
Grab that bull by the horns
Take the tiger by the tail
Well, with the run of luck you’ve had
What’s the difference if you fail?
Now there’s no one left to blame,
And there ain’t no need to shout,
Now did you ever stop and think
How your problems came about?
You’re the centre of attention
Whenever you are out.
Then you got that tendency
To shoot off at the mouth
Ain’t no way to win
When you’re in a losing game.
Yeah you can’t have a change of heart,
When you’re set to stay the same.
Well it’s time to hunt those demons down
Meet them face to face.
You know they will catch up to you
Ain’t no way to escape,
Oh, I wonder what most haunts you
In the middle of the night.
Is it the memories you can’t shake.
That you didn’t see the signs?
Ain’t no way to win
When you’re in a losing game.
Yeah, you can’t have a change of heart,
When you’re set to stay the same.
Well here you come now babe,
I’ve seen that look before
You’re troubles have all found you
And are crashing through the door.
Crashing through the door.
Crashing through the door.
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18. |
Crazy Arms
03:43
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Now, blue ain't the word for the way that I feel
This old storm's brewing in this heart of mine
This ain't no crazy dream, I know that it's real
You're someone else's love now, you're not mine
Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new
While my yearning heart keeps saying you're not mine
My troubled mind knows soon to another you'll be wed
Honey that's why I'm lonesome all the time
You can take all those precious dreams I had for you and me
And take all the love I thought was mine
Someday my crazy arms will hold somebody new
But for now I'll be lonesome all the time
Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new
While my yearning heart keeps saying you're not mine
My troubled mind knows soon to another you'll be wed
And that's why I'm lonely all the time
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Belle Plaine regina, Saskatchewan
Belle Plaine is a small town prairie kid who grew up to be a sure-shot hunter, amateur gardener, wannabe horsewoman and a singer/songwriter who blurs the lines between folk, jazz and classic country. She has released three albums, and toured widely across Canada and the US. ... more
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