1. |
Svetlana
03:40
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Svetlana
You could be the one
For me
She tells me to come up
And sit down
Discussions over chocolates and tea
Reveals that she’s been waitin’ for far too long
In this lonely room
When these four walls
Begin to close in all around
Her smiles says she’s looking for someone with the balls
Who’ll bust her out and paint the town
(Chorus)
But her old man
Keeps watch over the tower
He kept her there
Throw down your golden locks
And I’ll climb up your hair
If you’re looking for a saviour then
I wouldn’t be looking here
Cause your old man don’t like the young dogs
Running ‘round
With the top down we hit the open road
We should be ok once we reach the state line
I turn to watch her
The flowing wind
Blowing tears from her eyes
(Chorus)
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2. |
LTJ
03:28
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LTJ
She said to come grab a chair
And pull it up to the fire
You’re cold and lonely
Like you’ve never gone this far before
When I was a child I was
Never one for tradition
But if superstition brings you comfort
Well then who am I to throw stones?
(Instrumental verse)
(Repeat first verse)
Chorus:
There’s no hockey night tonight
No one stompin’ on the floor
Nobody’s heading out west
Haulin’ Margo’s Cargo
Reggies got the rig
Luke’s guitar is gone
The east coast is like Sudbury
Lost without a song
Well I don’t know if there’s a
Heaven or a Hell
And I can’t tell you what it was I did yesterday
With secrets unlocked and knots un-tied
There’s no way we’ll make it
To Edmonton tonight
(Chorus)
(Instrumental verse)
There’s no hockey night tonight
No one stompin’ on the floor
Nobody’s heading out west
Haulin’ Margo’s Cargo
Reggies got the rig
Luke’s guitar is gone
The east coast is sorrowful
For its forgotten son
(Chorus)
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3. |
Playin' By Their Rules
02:32
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Playin’ By Their Rules
The ripples on the surface
Roll away to the shore
The current that was pullin”
Is now pushin’ you back for more
You’re worried and you’re wrested
You’re looking for the next score
But when the well dries up and it turns to dust
You’ll be who their lookin’ for
They love you in the morning
They love you in the evening too
And they love you just as long as you keep on
Playin’ by their rules
Imperialistic oligarchy
Family run countries
Planes are flying in chemical skies
And where are all the bees?
What happened when you sold your soul?
There’s nothing left to bargain for
And they love a tool that they can use
To keep you playin’ by their rules
Wake up you’ve all become slaves
On the plantation USA
And they love a fool that they can use
To keep you playin” by their rules
They love you in the morning
They love you in the evening too
And they love you just as long as you keep on
Playin’ by their rules
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4. |
Kathleen
04:55
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Kathleen
Eyes like the morning star
Face incomplete
Burning in my heart
So sweet
I’m not the man
I think she needs
She’s in my dreams
Oh Kathleen
Voodoo mirror box
She puts my tongue inside
Sways back and forth
Keeping rhythm with the time
Well I’m a man of the great divide
She’s in my dreams
Oh Katheen
Her spells and her potions
I sold her my soul
Slave to her body
Tied to her flow
I’d wither and die
If she were to let go
She’s in my dreams
Oh Kathleen
(Bridge)
Her smile it knows no indiscretions
Her guilt knows no shame
She whispers nothing is forbidden
All is fair in this game
When the river flows
From the fountain of the broken rock
Lost in her love she cries out
Don’t you stop!
She likes it better when she’s on top
She’s in my dreams
Oh Kathleen
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5. |
Gina
03:13
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Gina
Gina says to me
If you can’t be
Perfect then you might as well be interesting.
Gina says to me
Over my coffee
I like the name of your band, why don’t you write a song about me?
(Chorus)
She’s the Queen of Coffee x 3
Gina says to me
She always starts off on
The wrong foot
But when she gets the time maybe then she’ll come callin’
(Chorus)
Nothing that I say
To Gina makes her smile
Gina says to me
don’t tell me fantasies while
I am torn apart
Pinned and slashed
Stitched back together
Just like he’d always intended
(Chorus)
Gina says to me
If you can’t be
Perfect then you might as well
Pretend
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6. |
Second Hand Store
03:41
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Second Hand Store
Oh Delia
How we spend our days
Playing dominoes
Smoking maryjane
Every now and then
Go down to the market place
Oh Delia
How we spend our days
She buys her dresses
From the second hand store
More and more
More and more
Living on top
Of a mountain hill
Looking out at the ocean
Leaning from a windowsill
She can spit fire
When she gets her fill
Oh Delia
With her smile to kill
She buys her dresses
From the second hand store
More and more
More and more
Her ebony skin
Smooth as silk
Her love is golden like honey
Her body is milk
She can make do anything
When she bends my will
Oh Delia
This is how we spend our days
She buys her dresses
From the second hand store
More and more
More and more
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7. |
Don't Leave Bruises
03:50
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Don’t Leave Bruises
You say very mean things
Every time you are winning
Don’t you love me?
Like I love you?
Baby please just don’t leave bruises
My heart is dying
Your hatred it is killing
Don’t you see what you’re doing to me?
To me.
Was it something that I said?
Maybe next time I’ll be more cautious
Of what comes across my lips
I am shaking and jumping
At all these little noises
Breaking dishes
Conditioned no more
Cause I’m broken
Baby please just don’t leave bruises
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8. |
Madame Clarke
03:47
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Madame Clarke
No man alive
Will ever have his way
Matron of a loggers town
That’s what she used to say
Command respect
With a bull whip at her thigh
The priest would try to go down
Come up with black eyes
Every man’s thirst they say
Needs to be quenched
When the fires are burning
You can’t put’em out by hand
But the young mothers
Who are babies still themselves
Are all for gotten
Put up on the shelf
Madame Clarke
Hell is on the horizon
Madame Clarke
Oh hell is on it’s way
The Lord they say
Works mysteriously
Everything is fine
If you don’t spill your seed.
But the Devils there
At his beckoning
All these roads of intentions
We were paving.
Madame Clarke
Hell is on the horizon
Madame Clarke
Oh hell is on its way
Madame Clarke
Hell is on the horizon
Madame Clarke
Oh hell is on it’s way
Babies are all suffering
Mamas they all cry
Church, it looks the other way
Counting up its tithe
Madame Clarke snap your whip
Like a crack of lightening’
Hell is on the horizon
And it is frightening’
Madame Clarke
Hell is on the horizon
Madame Clarke
Oh hell is on it’s way
Madame Clarke
Hell is on the horizon
Madame Clarke
Oh hell is on it’s way
Madame Clarke snap your whip
Like a crack of lightenin’
Cause hell is on the horizon
And it’s coming after him.
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9. |
Moe Berg
03:30
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Moe Berg
I'm just a wanna be Moe Berg
Another rockin' roll
Hip cat nerd
I'm really not the worst
That you've heard
When I grow up I wanna be
Moe Berg
All the sweet boy townies
With their suspenders and their ties
Try to write just like Gord Downie
And all their cryptic lies
Enthusiastic and it makes me sick
Sideshow lives
I just wanna be Moe Berg
Till the day I die
(Spoken)
Nice guitar.
What, what was that?
Your mom bought it for you?
Man does she even know where it's at?!
Be a man and take a stand
When you waste your time.
If you want to be just like Moe Berg
You better stiffen up that spine.
Nice guitar did it get you far?
You can be the next Canadian superstar
And I'm gonna be the golden sun.
Cause I'm just a wannabe
(you're just a wanna be)
You're just a wanna be
(I'm just a wanna be)
Moe Berg wants to be
(Moe Berg wants to be)
we all wanna be Moe Berg
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10. |
Amy
02:53
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Amy
She punches out another cigarette
In the ash tray next to the unmade bed
She looks around the room and says
Man sometimes I wish I was dead
He just pours another glass of wine
Turns and looks at her all satisfied
Laughs to say you should try
Cause none of us will make it out alive
No time to mince words
Amy my lovely bird
I got things to see and scribe about
So cover your tits and let’s go out
Bridge
If I’m feelin’ fine
And there’s a piano I might try
To catch the night
Lock it in to bars
Force it to sing along
No time to mince words
Amy my lovely bird
I got things to see and scribe about
So cover your tits and let’s go out
Yeah cover your tits and let’s go out
Just cover your tits and let’s go out tonight
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11. |
Refugee Freedom
06:13
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Refugee Freedom
How much further do you think we need to go?
Before,
We can't see the shore.
In this boat we were thrown
Upon the water
Into the storm
You can taste it on your tongue
When you breathe
Feel it burning in your lungs
When you breathe
Wide skies are stretched out endlessly
Clouds are low
Rolling slow
I can see your face in front of me
Your eyes are closed
Your heart exposed
You can taste it on your tongue
When you breathe
Feel it burning in your lungs
When you breathe
You can taste it on your tongue
When you breathe
Feel it burning in your lungs
When you breathe
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