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Drywall King
03:57
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At a quarter past, it was over fast and the slamming door just rattles all the glass. And the time goes by the living land of sky, the cloudless air just keeps the surface dry. My mind fades out as the birds make south and I'd someday like to make the trip myself. The hip-hop kids with their small-town kicks, they shuffle past and it's just the way it is.
It's all falling rain until it don't.
It's all falling rain until it snows.
Well the garbage man does the best that he can, but when it rains he loses feeling in his hands. The shoe still fits, and the clock used to tick, but he snapped and tore the battery right out of it. The weeds grow tall, the horse eats inside the stall and the dogs all down the street are trading calls.
The dark sets in and it's the moon that wins, but the sun will come back around this way again.
It's all falling rain until it don't.
It's all falling rain until it snows.
The drywall king needs a song to sing for whatever the day may bring. The wheel still turns and the engine burns and we all still have an awful lot to learn. I have to believe that under ballot box or tyranny that people breathe to live their lives in peace, and the bombs that fly and tear a hole in the sky are sent out by the assholes living on both sides.
It's all falling rain until it don't.
It's all falling rain until it snows.
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Three Matches
03:44
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Don't want to learn my lesson. Can't seem to pay attention, standing at the meeting of two roads. Got gravel in my boots, rub salt into my wounds, and it's still sixteen clicks to Okotoks.
Yesterday morning this was a great idea, because who doesn't want to shed it all? But as the sun rolls down, I have my regrets. Me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes.
When the day began it was all so easy. I bought a ticket for the greyhound and ended up in Grande Prairie. Pulled my hat down over my eyes, wait and see what's next. Me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes.
Don't want to learn my lesson. Can't seem to pay attention, standing at the meeting of two roads. Got gravel in my boots, rub salt into my wounds, and it's still sixteen clicks to Okotoks.
Mother moon, sail so high. Can we make peace, and will you be my guide? When my head falls down to rest, me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes.
We all must lie in the bed we we've made, and this old highway will know my name. Tap the plastic, get a key and then undress. Me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes. Me and a mattress and a night I'd soon forget.
Don't want to learn my lesson. Can't seem to pay attention, standing at the meeting of two roads. Got gravel in my boots, rub salt into my wounds, and it's still sixteen clicks to Okotoks.
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Big Eddy
03:48
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Don't you ever tear down the Big Eddy bridge, cause right underneath it is where Big Eddy lives. He's the man who controls all the snow. Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?
His mother was a wino that had fallen off the wagon, his father was a rhino that had met his mother dancing. The band played long and the couple started twirling and on the banks of the Columbia, the water started swirling.
Don't you ever tear down the Big Eddy bridge, cause right underneath it is where Big Eddy lives. He's the man who controls all the snow. Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?
By the 18th of June, back in 1924, the labour of the crews had built that bridge from shore to shore. The whole town came to party and the children came to watch. People bought their tickets just to be first to cross.
Don't you ever tear down the Big Eddy bridge, cause right underneath it is where Big Eddy lives. He's the man who controls all the snow. Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?
I was out of town when the deal went down- the echo of a mothers tears goodbye. Some might say how tragic, some might say how say how sad, but I guarantee his last was year was the best he'd ever had.
Don't you ever tear down the Big Eddy bridge, cause right underneath it is where Big Eddy lives. He's the man who controls all the snow. Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?
Big Eddy!
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Margaret
06:27
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She could see the whole town from the top of the hill, her lungs they burned like coals. At the age of three, looking down at the trees, it came to be her first memory.
The time will pass before she can tell, the sunny scene unfolds. The songs that sing, they fill everything; it seems that it teems in our souls.
Now the stage is set, the curtain drops, the training wheels come off. The gears and cogs, be it clear or fog, turn and steer our girl around the rocks.
It won't be measured, tied and tethered. Won't be frozen by the cold. Though you may seek it, don't try and squeeze it. Won't be bought or sold. Through stormy weather, tar and feather, truths that you'll be told. All this way just to find our way, try and find our way back home.
She became a nurse, but it was family first. She watched the county bloom. Automobiles made from Hamilton Steel, dinner shows and dancing to the boom. The pot's always on, the iron's always hot, the ships are in from sea. Clothed and fed, the kids are in bed, she sits down and takes in the breeze.
It won't be measured, tied and tethered. Won't be frozen by the cold. Though you may seek it, don't try and squeeze it. Won't be bought or sold. Through stormy weather, tar and feather, truths that you'll be told. All this way just to find our way, try and find our way back home.
Now she sits all the time and her supper's served at five. The moments don't connect. It's an even toss of a warbride's loss. Her thoughts are just rocks growing moss.
But she falls asleep and she's back above the trees, holds her father's hand and he says, 'Dearie me, Margaret, what do you see?'. They paused and looked over the land.
It won't be measured, tied and tethered. Won't be frozen by the cold. Though you may seek it, don't try and squeeze it. Won't be bought or sold. Through stormy weather, tar and feather, truths that you'll be told. All this way just to find our way, try and find our way back home.
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Winter Song
02:37
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Can't move when it's cold like this. Stay inside and sleep.
Draw the blinds and hit the snooze. Lean the shovel against the brick, let the snow get real deep until the neighbors all believe that we have moved.
Come the spring I'll be awake all night, chasing phantoms to the sunrise past the break. But for now it surely seems that a rest is what I need, and a rest is just what I'm a gonna take.
Gather around the table, just as often as we're able. Raise a glass to our health. It's careful combinations from distant locations, we go around the world without leaving the house.
Come the spring I'll be awake all night, chasing phantoms to the sunrise past the break. But for now it surely seems that a rest is what I need, and a rest is just what I'm a gonna take.
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Fernwood
03:51
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Just sitting on Fernwood street, laid back just shootin' the breeze. Nowhere to be, no one to see, twenty to three just sitting on Fernwood street.
Spend my days alone and cold. See the sky through the broken window. Before I get old, lo and behold, pack up and go. Spend my days on the open road.
Gone past all I know.
Two legs and an open slate
Three options to contemplate
Four different ways
Five darkened days
Six feet of rain
Two legs and an open slate.
I fell in love on a run of hard luck. She took me home and she cleaned me up. She just kind of shrugged and said it ain't much, but she got me unstuck. I fell in love on a run of hard luck. And we'll be
Gone (take our chances)
Gone (leap and hold on)
Gone past all we know.
Stand tall and deeply breathe. I remember who I used to be; small as a seed yearning to be as tall as a tree. Stand tall and deeply breathe.
(Gone) Just sitting on Fernwood Street
(Gone) Laid back, just shooting the breeze
(Gone past all we know)
Nowhere to be, no one to see, twenty to three, just sitting on Fernwood Street.
Gone (take our chances)
Gone (leap and hold on)
Gone past all we know.
Gone past all we've come to know.
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a Million Dollars in Pennies Sunnybrae, British Columbia
Mike Shaver and Steph Webster combine two voices and two instruments to create story songs. They have played beer halls and empty pools, but prefer sitting, listening shows. Last summer the group rode their bicycles from Victoria, BC to Cape Spear, Newfoundland and played music along the way. They are working on a new album! ... more
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