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Old Road
05:09
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Old Road
Feels like we’re driving on the old road
Fields of grass calm bay below
Papa made his garden of seeds to sow
And we’re Sunday drivin’ to AM radio
Radio
Feels like we’re drivin’ on the dirt road
Ford Crown Vic
Dust on the dashboard
Playing eye spy as we bounce along
Can’t tune in Mama’s singin’ her song
Can you show me the way past the city lights
At the break of day we leave and
Press rewind
Can you show me the way past the turn pike
Set our clocks ahead but we’ll go back in time
Feels like we’re drivin’ on a summer’s night
Star spray sky
I think it’s Lite-Brite
Juddy’s fast asleep with dreams to sow
Daddy keeps watch to NB radio
Feels like we’re driving on the old road
One red light then Black Point road
Country air
Calm bay below
Little white house all aglow
Feels like we’re almost home
Past the screen door and into Nanny’s arms
Pat and Doug with jokes to tell
That train’s in the distance ringing it’s bell
Can you show me the way past the city lights
At the break of day we leave and
Press rewind
Can you show me the way past the turn pike
Set our clocks ahead but we’ll go back in time
Can you show me the way
Past reason and rhyme
And the pieces fit
Break the laws of time
Can you show me the way to a another day
Where the ones we love are here to stay
Feels like we’re drivin’ on the old road
Fields of grass, calm bay below
Papa made his garden with seeds to sow
And we’re Sunday drivin’ to AM radio
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2. |
Written on Your Face
04:12
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Written on Your Face
In this sleepy neighbourhood
Where we all acted like we should
For a while
Smell the coffee, eggs and bacon
See the neighbours through the seasons
Good times for miles
Throw a spoke in the wheel
Throw a wrench in the works
And everything changes
And this sleepy neighbourhood
Where we all acted like we should
Ain’t what it used to be
It’s written on your face
The scars you can’t erase
It’s etched upon your soul
The hand you cannot hold
Once was kind and familiar
Now is strange and the landmarks look peculiar
You greet the day with tired eyes and you walk the streets with uncertainty
In the sights of evolution, we all yearn for restitution
But the chip upon your shoulder ain’t repaired so easily
It’s written on your face
The scars you can’t erase
It’s etched upon your soul
The hand you cannot hold
It’s written on your face
The damage hard to gage
The scars you can’t erase
Only time will help them fade
In this sleepy neighbourhood
Where we all acted like we should
For a while
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3. |
Mackinaw
03:08
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Mackinaw
Hey there, what’s your style
Haven’t seen you for a while
Blue suits in the downtown core
They don’t cut it anymore
I need something a little bit stronger
That lasts a whole lot longer
A blend to repel my tears and holds me through the years
Like an image, I once saw
Baby, wear that Mackinaw
Hey, are you warm enough
Workin’ that wool with your cozy strut
Red, green, plaid I bet
What a fine silhouette
Bay, woods, mines and farms
That wool works like a charm
I heard it came from Michigan
Sure feels Canadian
Coziest shit, you ever saw
Baby, wear that Mackinaw
You’re not so subtle
With that stubble
Need a hand
It’s no trouble
I don’t mind if we get dirty
Later on, let’s get flirty
Lovin’ like we’re from the coast
You’re the one I like the most
Hey, if you’re feelin’ cold
No matter if you’re young or old
He, she, them and they
Snuggle up all night and day
You’ve got one
Baby, we are two
No worries
I’ll get in there with you
We ain’t breakin’ any law
Baby, wear that mackinaw
Nothin’ but that mackinaw
You’re not so subtle
With that stubble
Need a hand
It’s no trouble
I don’t mind if we get dirty
Later on, let’s get flirty
Lovin’ like we’re from the coast You’re the one I like the most
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4. |
Ugly Oranges
02:37
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Ugly Oranges
Look at them ugly oranges
Oh, what an awful sight
Look at them ugly oranges
Lookin’ better than me tonight
And that’s alright
I’d like a shot of Jameson
But all I’ve got’s, the vitamin
And that’s alright
Look at them ugly oranges
Oh, what an awful sight
Look at them ugly oranges
Lookin’ better than me tonight
And that’s alright
That’s alright
I’ve got mascara down my cheeks
And I haven’t shaved in weeks
And that’s alright
Bap, bap, ba…
Bap, bap, ba…
Look at them ugly oranges
Oh what an awful sight
Look at them ugly oranges
Looking better than me tonight
And that’s alright
And the cool kids won’t let me in
Feel like I never win
And that’s alright
Bap, bap, ba
Bap, bap ba
And the cool kids won’t let me in
Feel like I never win
And that’s all right
Look at them ugly oranges
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5. |
Needle Thread
03:27
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Needle Thread
Life is like a reverie
A needle, thread, a tapestry
Right or left
We’re all spinning
Straight ahead untold, unseen
Just an old wives’ tale
Just an old wives’ tale
Just an old wives’ tale
Just an old wives’ tale
Pendulum upon a string
See which way that crystal swings
But I don’t care
I’m not willing
To trust in omens
Or in strings ... and it’s
Just an old wives’ tale
Just an old wives’ tale
And it’s just an old wives’ tale
Just an old wives’ tale
Life is like a reverie
A tangled web
A tapestry
Little spider still spinning
Straight ahead
Untold unseen...
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6. |
Mountain
04:04
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Mountain
This story is not mine to be told
It belongs to a man who lived on his own
He kept to himself
Placed his memories on the shelf
And his money under the floor boards
He worked for the mines
Saved every dime
And he ate potatoes and Kraft Dinner
For he knew one day, when he’d pass away
A fortune he’d leave to a daughter
Back in 56’, revolution began
Against the communist order
But pay back was driving and people were dying
So he fled for the Austrian border
They say he swam for days
From the Cold War ways and a land no longer called home
And an ocean away, he found a place to stay at the base of the copper rich mountains
He worked for the mines, saved every dime
And he grew tomatoes in his garden
He was happy to help, placed his memories on the shelf
And his money, under the floor boards
And then one day, when he passed away
A fortune he gave to a daughter
She came from an ocean away to his resting place
At the base of the copper rich mountains
They say he swam for days from the Cold War ways and a land no longer called home
And an ocean away, he found a place to stay at the base of the copper rich mountains
They say he swam for days from the Cold War ways and a land no longer called home
And an ocean away, he found a place to stay at the base of the copper rich mountains
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7. |
Cry
03:16
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Cry
Someday
Maybe Monday
Or Tuesday mornin’
Skies will clear
And I know
We’ll get there somehow
But for now, it’s ok
If it makes you wanna cry, cry, cry
No one by your side
One more passes by, by ,by
You find yourself, alone
Someday
Maybe Thursday
Or Friday evening
Your poor heart will stop bleeding
But it’s Wednesday
Oh woeful Wednesday
He’s found another
No more together
And it makes you wanna cry, cry, cry
No one by your side
One more passes by, by, by
You find yourself alone
And it makes you wanna cry
When he says goodbye
But you can’t deny, ny, ny
You’re better off alone
Better off alone
When he’s never home
When she tells her lies
You realize
That you don’t have to cry
And you don’t have to cry
Just hold your head up high
True love won’t pass you by
You don’t have to cry
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8. |
Row
03:14
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Row
The light
In the wake of the rising flood
Was buried and covered in the mud
But the flame kept on burning
And hearts kept yearning for higher ground
It’s rough
When the water is rising
It’s tough
And you may feel like you’re drowning
You float
Letting go of the panic
And the waves will carry you home
You’ve got to row
Against the worry beyond the harm
Through the wind and the raging storm
Across the current to get back home
You’ve got to row
Don’t expect to be tossed a line
Just depend on yourself, you’ll be fine
And your strength will carry you home
Night is falling
Hope is calling
Change your thinking
You’re not sinking
Stars align
The sky will guide you home
You’ve got to row
Against the worry beyond the harm
Through the wind and the raging storm
Across the current to get back home
You’ve got to row
Don’t expect to be tossed a line
Just depend on yourself, you’ll be fine
And your strength will carry you home
Strength will carry
Strength will carry
Strength will carry
Strength will carry
Strength will carry
Strength will carry
Strength will carry
And your strength will carry you home
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9. |
Upside Down
05:04
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Upside Down
So blame it on the moonshine
Patterns in the weather
Oh, I’d say there was a time
When I was feelin’ right
Oh I’m not steady on my feet
And I can’t walk the line
But it’s not from the drink
And it’s weighing on my mind
So pour me in, don’t pour me out
Cause I’m spreading thin
What’s it all about
Upside Down
Upside Down
Upside Down
And your feet don’t touch the ground
So blame it on the rainfall
Changes in the seasons
Well all these aches and pains
Gather without reason
Oh, I keep skipping beats
And I can’t find the time
But the weight on the keys
Well, it takes it off my mind
So pour me in
Don’t pour me out
Upside Down
Upside Down
Upside Down
And your feet don’t touch the ground
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10. |
I Just Wanna Be
02:23
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I Just Wanna Be
I just wanna be
Alone, up in that tree
No one’s bothering me
I’m high, I’m sitting pretty
I’m singing with the swallows
Birds in empty hollow
And I just wanna see
Shades of every hue
The noise from down below
Fades to mellow tones
I’m singing with the swallows
Birds in empty hollow
I’ll wave my social media rights
I’ll gaze up high at meteorites
I’ll stay all day until the morrow
At this rate, I’ll never go home
Starry sky, rustlin’ leaves
Perched up high, feelin’ the breeze
Starry sky, rustlin’ leaves
Drinking the air and happy to say
I’m smilin’ with ease
I just wanna be
Alone up in that tree
No one’s bothering me
On second thought
Well, you don’t talk a lot
So why don’t you climb on up
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Melissa Furlotte Montreal, Québec
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