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Give my hips to the girls
They can touch'em when they dance
They felt the beat- they cut the rug
Let these joints and balls be ground
To dust by people moving round.
Give my feet to my mom
Two artifacts of Canada
They've tread across this land
Let these dry and broken toes
Stay close and chose the home I never chose
But for you my love I send a dusty dove
Skin, bone, dead cell just to say I'm doing well
A gust of wind made of matter that I've been
So when you breath
Remember me
Dig a hole for my brains
You can slop'em in there grey and warm
The heat will warm the soil
Let pine and poplar feed
On math and myth and memory
Give my heart to the sea
I think that's where it's meant to sleep
Please drop it off the pier
In that blueness it'll beat
With all that's large and true and deep
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The barroom’s cleared out
Don’t know where they went
All the drinkers and dancers
I’m alone with this girl I know
But I’m talking too much
She’s got buttons undone
O my lord and her lipstick
The weekend’s begun
The Weekend Times
Shall come to pass
I’m just hoping that my heart will last
Last call resounds
Like God’s trumpets and feels
Like an end-of-life tunnel
And she’s at the end
Well I been waiting all week
For a moment like this
So I smile all my teeth for her
And move in for the kill
The Weekend Times
Shall come to pass
Where things get serious awful fast
So I choose to walk
I guess she takes a cab
But she calls me in the dark
And says
The Weekend Times
Shall come to pass
My poor boy you’re mostly smoke and ash
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Down to the Wire
02:48
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Every time you touch her sets your hands on fire
And every thing you've got is all that she requires
So hang on hang on hang on
To the words of a liar
Can you feel it getting down to the wire
All the hurt you thought was gone has now returned
And every thing she's laughing at is all you learned
So let go let go let go
Cause you know you're getting tired
Can you feel it getting down to the wire
Take the time to close your eyes and look around
Cause anyone who helped you out can let you down
And look out look out look out
The voice is now the choir
Can you feel it getting down to the wire
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Waters Frozen
02:43
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I hear no voice of God
No doves will land upon my head
As I stand in waters frozen
My fingers hold my nose
My knees dip into the stream
I came up here for the gravity,
To feel that living law which fastens me
To the earth, so coarse and animal,
Which I stand on as a foreigner
All alone in empty streets
What flesh can bear this water so clean and cold
What eyes withstand the lights so bright and old
But here I stand alone and I will groan
Amidst the flow let me feel what I cannot know
My forehead aches from cold and light
From flashes of most lonesome nights
And I feel the currents pull
My throat is hoarse and full
Do these waters run for me
What flesh can bear this water so clean and cold
What eyes withstand the lights so bright and old
But here I stand alone and I will groan
Amidst the flow let me feel what I cannot know
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On Jasper Avenue he hums quietly
But when it gets dark he ducks into a shop
And speaks to me
He says
Don’t bother about the friends I keep
It’s not for them that you should weep
It’s for Montreal, who never calls
And who never heard me sing a single song
He says
I see no reason to walk these streets
But then I see no reason to eat or sleep
You might find this hard to believe
But what’s clear to you is not to me
He says
You might not be able to guess
But the stuff we write is meaningless
It’s just that Montreal, you never calls
And you never heard me sing a single song
Don’t tell me what you think is real
My mind is clear, I’ll do what I feel
But Montreal, you never call
And you never heard me sing a single song
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We Caught Aflame
03:42
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When I bade farewell to the last century
I was down in the basement with my family
There was water in jerry cans on our cold-room floor
We joked nervously, about famine and war
Since then it’s been strangeness all my heroes died,
We flicked on the news, watched peoples collide
But then Michael said he saw the dead
where they lay in wait for us.
And Jesse sang we caught aflame
Like the burning seraphim in the
The young men see visions
And the old men dream dreams
It’s time we tell each other what we’ve seen
Well, I was walking the town, last saturday night
Freezin hands in my pockets
Guts in a knot tied up tight
I was stuck on a girl who never wanted to be
In my head like a drug or a ghost in the night
Haunting me
But then Sunday came and woke me up
I showered and got dressed
I forgot about her, ate and drank and got some rest
The young men see visions
And the old men dream dreams
It’s time we tell each other what we’ve seen
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Trace It Back
03:46
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An embrace moves through
My hands, my arms, my neck
Moves up to my mind,
Up to my mind
Electricity sizzles ‘round my brain
Like a white hot coal
Burning up the rain
So trace it back, trace it back, trace it back.
You can’t light yourself, you cannot turn yourself on
Our hearts are tungsten-coiled so tight
That they burn with incandescent might
And they glow on into Unknowable nights
If you listen close you’ll hear the drone
Overwhelming whispers burn through bones
They say
The Son can do nothing on his own
So trace it back, trace it back, trace it back
You can’t light yourself, you cannot turn yourself on
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Rideau Street
01:57
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I watched two figures dance
On the second floor of an old tenement
Through a large front window
I stood in the snow
Promised myself I’d try and get some sleep tonight
But I’ve still a ways to go
My feet freeze
My head replays a scene so cold
I told you I’m better off alone
They twirl together still
But I stride down Rideau till,
Night-time’s solitary chill
Breaks with dawns light on the Hill
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10. |
Rock Salt and Nails
03:18
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Landon A. R. Coleman Ottawa, Ontario
He has a sticker from the local “Light Favourites” radio station on his bumper. An Albertan solo artist living in Ottawa, Coleman plays elegant pop. “I love Nat King Cole, Jim Reeves, John Denver… give me strings, horns, a strong melody.” says Coleman. His sound recalls the retro-tinged eclecticism of Belle and Sebastian and the modern torch songs of Richard Hawley in equal measure. ... more
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70s piano rock- great feel, good lyrics, full-commitment hairdoo. This guy is having the most fun; the real deal with tons of mustard.
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