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Mad River Valley
06:22
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Unearthing old treasures that were buried for centuries
Freed from a bed of clay and lime
On a glittering beach that was blinded with mica
We bathed our hearts in the warm sunshine
We bathed our hearts in the warm sunshine
We ran rapids through the Mad River Valley
Watched over by the Titans that loomed in the east
Nothing could stop us, not even those mountains
We were drunk on each other and running free
We were drunk on each other and running free
As I gazed upon your face in the firelight
That cold August night as we sang by the shore
I knew that our love could conquer the heavens
And I'd keep you right by my side evermore
I'd keep you right by my side evermore
Then a stranger appeared with bannock and whiskey
And stories to tell from beyond the scree
And during the night while I slept off the drink
Well he picked up and stole you my sweet Rosa-Lee
He picked up and stole you my sweet Rosa-Lee
Now the angels are singing a song for my baby
The angels are singing a song for my love
While the blood washes free from my hands in the river
A requiem fills the heavens above
A requiem fills the heavens above
I followed them up that great Rocky Mountain
I followed them through the bramble and trees
With only the sun and the moon to guide me
And the scent of her skin and her hair on the breeze
The scent of her skin and her hair on the breeze
For seven long days, and seven long nights
Alone on the mountain, alone to the core
I stumbled upon them in the grey morning light
And I left them in their embrace evermore
I left them in their embrace evermore
Now the angels are singing a song for my baby
The angels are singing a song for my love
While the blood washes free from my hands in the river
A requiem fills the heavens above
A requiem fills the heavens above
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2. |
Baba Was A Bootlegger
03:46
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My Baba was a bootlegger when prohibition ruled
My Baba was a bootlegger off highway number 2
You know, my Baba was a bootlegger when prohibition ruled
My Baba was a bootlegger off highway number 2
The Great War took its toll now, everybody felt the pinch
Loss of lives and livelihoods, nothing making sense
But she knew she had a job to do to keep her kids alive
With the good land of Saskatchewan willing to provide
My Baba was a bootlegger...
Fresh farm eggs and a milking cow, some potatoes and some beets
There's wheat and rye and corn to boot, saskatoons so sweet!
She kept her family's belly full the best way that she could
Distilled the rest for extra coin beneath the floor-board wood
My Baba was a bootlegger...
Now one day early in the morn RCMP came calling
They heard there was some devil's work around these parts was brewing
They searched the farm both high and low, she watched with hands on hips
A calm expression on her face, half smile upon her lips
My Baba was a bootlegger...
It's sad to say that way back when and once upon a time
The government made alcohol a down and dirty crime
Well the cops didn't find a thing which really was a mystery
And later that day Chief of Police came back to get his whiskey!
It's a party folks, grab your partner and dosey-doe!!
My Baba was a bootlegger when prohibition ruled
My Baba was a bootlegger off highway number 2
You know, my Baba was a bootlegger when prohibition ruled
My Baba was a bootlegger of highway number 2
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3. |
Written In Stone
04:37
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Look down to the ground and mirror your mother
Sidewalks and pavement and buildings that cover
Will crumble to dust
Like so many Kings
To be re-absorbed and used once more for other things
Wind & Erosion
Dust & Corrosion
Magma Explosion
Make their own pathways
Insistent in their ways
Always slide sideways
Obstacles overcome.
We seem so fragile just tissue and bone
How can we fight what is written in stone?
Can you see the way?
The side way to run
So you can dance the dance of freedom Beneath the Sun.
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4. |
And so It Is
03:31
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You knew as well as I that it stood on crippled legs
Whatever it was, it was, we called it our own
And how I miss you now, dark hair on a pale pillow
Sweet eyes that fill me up
Kisses riding a current towards my heart
All I feel 'neath my palm is the cold from a locked door
All I hear is loneliness, the silence of your shroud
And how I miss you now, dark hair on a pale pillow
Sweet eyes that fill me up
Kisses riding a current towards my heart
The ending was written long before our story began
And so it is
Don't expect more from me, I never offered
But we shared more than just our thoughts those cold autumn nights
And how I miss you now, dark hair on a pale pillow
Sweet eyes that fill me up
Kisses riding a current towards my heart
My lonely heart, my lonely heart, my lonely heart.
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5. |
Wealthy Poet
03:44
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My love, I am a wealthy poet,
Wealthy poet of renown. (repeat)
So when it’s time to run again,
Your wealthy poet of renown
Will bribe you cross a thousand borders,
Run you till you’re safe and sound.
I’ll get you a teardrop ruby,
Teardrop ruby for your throat. (repeat)
So when it’s time to run again,
We’ll take that ruby from your throat,
You will sew that red, red ruby
In the lining of your coat.
I’ll get you a pretty passport,
With your picture for the frame.(repeat)
So when it’s time to run again,
We’ll put your picture in the frame,
Soon you will forget this country,
Soon you will forget your name.
I’ll get you a book of matches,
Book of matches in your hand. (repeat)
So when the border guarders catch us,
With those matches in your hand,
You will burn your fingerprints,
Beyond all recognition.
The way you dance, you step so lightly,
Step so lightly, I can see, (repeat)
You’ll be the one I’ll take to run
A thousand borders,
Stepping lightly, Run with me.
(credits:
from Victory Party, released March 8, 2011)
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6. |
Union Station
03:36
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On a day like today, like any other day
Is when I first laid eyes on you
The way you walked through the station like Moses to your destination
I knew I could never have a girl like you
Do I believe (do I believe in love)
Surely I do (surely I do)
Oh I just wanna know your name (just wanna know your name)
Oh I just wanna hold your hand (and baby be your man)
As you waded your way through the crowd to catch your train
Giving change to the buskers on the way
Well I thought to myself is there anybody else
Who feels the same way that I do
Do I believe in love (do I believe in love)...
Love is fleeting, when hearts are beating
As long as mine does now
Oh I just wanna know your name (just wanna know your name)...
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7. |
Sandy Boys
03:12
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When your time has come and you dance in the sun
There's one thing you'd best believe
When the day is done and there's none but one
You can bet your bonny ass it's me
It was early fall when you came to call
And the air was crisp and clean
As the fruit fell free from the apple tree
You plucked my fruit from me
Dance dance the pipers call
Sandy Boys are come, Sandy Boys are come along
Dance dance the pipers call
Won't you come and have a dance with me
Won't you come and have a dance with me
When the winter came you loved me just the same
As the nights grew longer still
Not a tear was shed in my warm feather bed
As you sang sweet songs to me
With the spring your gaze never left my face
With a smile meant just for me
But as the buds on the boughs slowly woke from their repose
You found a better place to be
Drink drink the pipers call
Sandy Boys are come, Sandy Boys are come along
Drink drink the pipers call
Won't you come and have a drink with me
Won't you come and have a drink with me
With the summer's bloom you left my room
And I thought I'd die from grief
But it's you instead who lost your pretty head
Now it's buried 'neath my apple tree
Dance dance the pipers call
Sandy Boys are come, Sandy Boys are come along
Dance dance the pipers call
Won't you come and have a dance with me
Won't you come and have a dance with me
Won't you come and have a dance with me
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8. |
Charlene
06:12
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Dancing with the moon, the sun in her hand
The girl Charlene is swaying in the sand
Fingers twirling smoke rising from the fire
Air burns hot with desire
With a wave of her hand, the crowd cries, "Allah!"
Music starts again
Dancing starlight shining in her hair while an eagle flies overhead
Recalls an ancient time when the sun knew no name
The girl Charlene is swaying again
With a wave of her hand, the crowd cries, "Allah!"
Music starts again
Oh Charlene, with the red dress your the queen
Of the warm desert night
Oh Charlene, with the red dress your the queen
Let the music get you high
With a wave of her hand, the crowd cries, "Allah!"
Music starts again
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9. |
Everybody's In A Hurry
05:03
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Everybody's in a hurry, everybody's going too fast
Everybody's in a hurry, trying hard to make the moment last
Everybody sends a message, everybody makes the call
Yet nobody opens up their eyes and ears so they can have it all
Do you want rushing traffic or rushing streams
Rows of lamp posts or of trees
Angry headlights or the northern lights
The huddled masses yearning to be free
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10. |
Devil's Waltz
02:54
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The sun-shiny man in the curtained sedan
Lies in wait for his moment to come
He whispers so soft and his manner's aloft
'Cause the game has already begun
And if looks can kill then he certainly will
With a mad ironclad alibi
Don't push him too far 'cause he's ready to spar
While your charm and your wits come undone
And time keeps moving from future to past
While fear gives a beckoning smile
And Fortune is donning a thinly veiled mask
Dancing a waltz all the while
The sun-shiny mad is so charming and grand
As he easily reels you right in
It's so easy to say, "Hey, it's better that way"
Drinking every last drop with a grin
And if looks could kill then he certainly will
With a mad ironclad alibi
And you'll realize too late what he's got on his plate
When your feathers are plucked, Oh My My!
And time keeps moving from future to past
As fear has the final last laugh
And Fortune she knows how the song always goes
Picking you for a partner at last
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11. |
Wall-Eyed Clyde [Live]
03:57
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Wall-Eyed Clyde's got nothin' to hide
What we see is what's inside
He's a pick me up now, true and tried
My one and only, my Wall-Eyed Clyde
He don't ask for much and he can't see why
Life should be so glum, my Wall-Eyed Clyde
And I see no reason for asking why
He's so damn happy, my Wall-Eyed Clyde
He says, "It's black & white, and as deep as the sky, black & white and as deep as the sky, you know it's black & white and as deep as the sky!"
My one and only, my Wall-Eyed Clyde
He's got a sweet disposition and a knowing smile
He lives on whiskey and London Dry
Fixes my troubles with a wink of an eye
My one and only, My Wall-Eyed Clyde
Well he has his own truth! (so he never lies)
He forges ahead! ('cause he's never shy)
He sleeps through the morning and laughs till he cries
My one and only, my Wall-Eyed
My Wall-Eyed Clyde's got nothin' to hide
What we see is what's inside
He's a pick me up now, true and tried
His happy go lucky is bonafide
I know that i'll love him till the day that I die...
My one and only, my Wall-Eyed Clyde!
And I'll spend my life just gettin' by
Spend my life just gettin' by
Spend my life just gettin' by
As long as it's with my Wall-Eyed Clyde...
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12. |
Bourbonesque Hell
03:37
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Fallen down empties, a half drunk scotch
If timing is everything what have we got
A shit-load of nothing, you wore me out well
Got a fun-loving swig of your bourbonesque hell
Fun-loving swig of your bourbonesque hell
And I'm praying the sun won't shine through too bright
'Cause i fell in your scene and I'm trying to make right
You're nothing good for my you wore me out well
Got a fun-loving swig of your bourbonesque hell
Fun-loving swig of your bourbonesque hell
You wonder why the cold has crept in you mire
I've turned off the heat, but you've drowned your own fire
You've played the same game for too many times
And I've come to lay claim to what's rightfully mine
And I'm praying the sun won't shine through too bright
'Cause i fell in your scene and I'm trying to make right
You're nothing good for me, a player for sure
And I'm just another notch in your top forty score
Just another notch in your top forty score
You've drunk all your whiskey, you've drunk all your wine
Your cupboards are empty, your well has run dry
A shit-load of nothing is all you've got now
And the curtain is falling on your final bow
And I'm praying the sun won't shine through too bright
'Cause I fell in your scene, and I'm trying to make right
You're nothing good for me, you wore me out well
Got a fun-loving swing of your bourbonesque hell
Fun-loving swig of your bourbonesque hell
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The Whiskey Jerks Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
The Whiskey Jerks came together when Gillian Snider, who no longer wanted to drink alone, felt it was time to expand upon her one woman accordiana show. After convincing the talented Anna Bekolay (violin), Sarah Scharf (clarinet), Nevin Buehler (upright bass), Peter Abonyi (guitar) and Aidan Weiman (drums) to join her on her misadventure, The Whiskey Jerks soon created their own distinct niche. ... more
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