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Brushing on the Gourd
01:17
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Wait too long, gonna sit around and die
Wait too long, gonna sit around and cry
It's too late, leave without goodbye
Two's a date sings the magpie
Laying in my bed alone
Waiting for the rain to come
Think of you when I'm alone
Sleep until the storm is gone
Wait too long, gone is the day's light
Wait too long like a windless kite
It's too late, feel my sleight
Two's a date to the magpie's delight
Laying in my bed alone
Waiting for the rain to come
Think of you when I'm alone
Sleep until the storm is gone
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Lee Baby Simms
05:28
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I'm at the bar waiting for a drink on the rocks.
When through the door walks a shadow I know, he takes a seat.
He said, "Lee Baby I've got an offer for you, don't miss out.
I need a driver and that man is you.
Head to Niagara Falls Casino,
take the silver Jag across the border."
Rope me in.
Rope me in.
Rope me in.
I asked the shadow, "What's in it for me?" He said "I got what you need"
He offered me this, he offered me that, but it didn't seem likely.
I said, "Now listen, here's what I need, one double of the finest rye.
Oh hey bartender, come over here.
He's gonna pay off my outstanding tab.
I know it's pretty damn big, but shadow is just the man."
Rope me in.
Rope me in.
Rope me in.
I'm not guilty of that crime.
I was set up, I'm not your guy.
I didn't put that man in the trunk,
I can't see straight, I'm too drunk.
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4. |
Taking My Way
05:21
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I can't sleep at all tonight thinkin' what we've become.
Two years have gone by since we tried to make it work.
This time I feel it is the end, it won't be long.
All the things that we have done, I regret none.
Take to the wind, get off your seat.
Don't waste time, better use those feet.
It won't be long.
If they say you've done it wrong,
and you better learn the words to their song.
It won't be long.
No need to impress, forget loneliness.
It won't be long.
When your back's against the wall,
Take the hit and stand up tall.
It won't be long.
On my own, once again,
it's been a while, hello friend.
Taking my way.
So much joy, so much to see.
Here I am, I am free.
Taking my way.
No need to impress, I'll forget loneliness.
I'm taking my way.
When my back's against the wall,
Ill take the hit and stand up tall.
I'm taking my way.
Thank you for all the love that you gave to me.
I'm sorry that my love for you has run out of steam.
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Strega Cafe
02:21
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Sippin' on a bottle of wine,
when it's gone the sun will shine.
Madness and chanting, heat in the air.
A room of our own, the floor to share.
Looking for a place to hide,
ain't nowhere to hide but in your mind.
Ain't nowhere to hide but in your mind.
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Pan Pot Gristle
01:04
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7. |
Chipping Teeth
03:39
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Wake for the day with my laces tied together.
I don't foresee a day to come.
Unchained to the ground in this city.
Chin's up on the downtown strip, part-time vice.
Yet another job that's insecure.
Restless hours, chipping teeth again.
Try to make it feel like, there's a point to what you do.
Waiting for that time tomorrow,
packing my bags, going one way.
Waiting for that time tomorrow,
packing my bags, going one way.
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When feathers fall in blowing wind,
No goodbye, no goodbye.
When oceans rise and touch our lips,
No goodbye, no goodbye.
When our town bleeds to ruin,
No goodbye, no goodbye.
When a blue sky's a mushroom cloud,
No goodbye, no goodbye.
Forgotten face.
Extinct human race.
When we give a helping hand to someone we don't know.
We plant that seed of community let's watch how it will grow.
And when we're met with ashen hate by he up on the throne.
We stomp that weed and pull it out, you reap what you sow.
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9. |
On Your Grave
04:16
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You're the wise, I bite my tongue.
You talk the talk, ignoring me.
Walk the walk, right on top of me.
If you think you've got an edge with that fucking smirk,
I'll close my eyes and make you disappear.
In the end all you own was never really yours.
A rabbit soon will piss on your grave.
You get what you want, at any cost.
You think, you've got it all. But you don't.
Even gold can break down, with a little know how.
If you think you've got an edge with that fucking smirk,
I'll close my eyes and make you disappear.
In the end all you own was never really yours.
A rabbit soon will piss on your grave.
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Flux and Flow
05:03
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Itchy throat, swollen tongue.
Seeing red, eyes of young.
In the city I call your name, just to hear it said.
Toss and turn disheveled sheets, laying in our bed.
I prefer the air.
With the window open and without a care.
I craved an affection.
Craved it with vanity my face a puddle's reflection.
I'm sorry I spread my disease,
to you and the rest around me.
Walking a trail
of native pebbles and stone.
Up the mountain we curse under our breaths at the world.
External forces are to blame. Wind, rain, sighing moans.
I prefer the rain.
The touch to my skin dripping again and again.
I craved your touch, to leech my blond onto you, a permanent stain.
I'm sorry I spread my disease,
to you and even to me.
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11. |
Hey boy, how ya do
03:00
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Hey boy, how ya do?
I'm just doin' fine.
Hey boy, get a job. Is this how you pass the time?
Yeah it is.
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12. |
Grandma Kay
03:39
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In your eyes.
In your laugh.
Share a meal.
Black and white photograph up above on the wall.
At the park.
In the fall.
Soccer ball.
Kicked from me to you, you're my Grandma through and through.
Make you proud, make you proud.
Sliver of my heart.
Your beliefs
are not mine.
Impart your best
traits onto me, just let me be free.
Sisters.
Neighbours.
Strangers.
Family, me and you, you're my Grand through and through.
Make you proud, make you proud.
Sliver of my heart.
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Jon Lepp St. Catharines, Ontario
The music of St. Catharines folk roots singer songwriter Jon Lepp tips the hat to ragtime toe tappin’, stirs the pot of laughter and reminds you to remember the small things.
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