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Time Travelling Jesus
04:36
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Well I’ve had quite enough of this old self-pity
Gonna plan my escape from this dull gray city
First thing I’ll do is fall down on my knees and pray
For a simpler time when the world made sense
I’ll just hitch me a ride back to Genesis
When Jesus showed up with a blessing on hand for his favourite patriarch
Old Abraham
I’ll be hangin’ with the Lord while He’s making his rounds
Drinking mead with Charles Dickens in Old London Town
And then we’ll stop at Oscar Wilde’s for a strong cup of tea
Write a motet in Saint Hildegard’s cold cell
And laugh with Siddhartha at the jokes he’d tell
We’ll stop and visit Dostoyevsky in his dreams just to keep in check
The Soviet regime
Amazing Grace how sweet your sound
Come save a wretch like me
From this never ending tedium
I pray to Time Travelling Jesus to take me away
Hey hey hey, take me away
I’ve howled at the arctic moon, watched the desert flowers die
I’ve fallen from the western skies, felt the southern rains run dry
But still I cannot shake the fact that this mortal coyle won’t last
And really, what is there to look forward to
When-you’ve-had breakfast off a show girl’s ass?*
We’ll be discussing the body politic with the Pharisees
Before we hit Blues Alley to hear sweet Eva sing
Catch a Sunday sermon at the church of Dr. King
We’ll hang with Nikola Tesla at the Waldorf-Astoria
Boethius’ll console us with Sophia’s euphoria
We’ll have a whiskey with Bukowski on the sewer grate
Reminisce with St. Peter at the Pearly Gates
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2. |
Cafe Paris
02:20
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3. |
Golden Boy
04:08
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Golden boy shine on shine on
You’ve crossed the line now your friends are gone
You’ve scratched that itch for far too long
And it took you places that you don’t belong
Golden boy under halogen lamps,
Your eyes are glazed and your forehead’s damp
Your soul is making one last attempt
To save what’s already been spent
And you don’t know how it happened
And you don’t have much to say
You just close your eyes and sink down deep
And hope it goes away
Golden girl shine on, shine on
You’ve crossed the line now your lover’s gone
You’d always know that it’d come to this
You sold your soul for one sweet first kiss...
Golden girl under blue blue skies
You smiled your smiles and you lied your lies
The flesh is bruised between your thighs
Integrity’s lost with blackened eyes
And you don’t know how it happened
And you don’t have much to say
You just close your eyes and sink down deep
And hope it goes away
Golden boy shine on shine on
You crossed that line now your friends are gone
Golden girl under blue blue skies
You smiled your smiles and you lied your lies
Hold on lovers now hold on tight, it’ll all go away
Hold on lovers now hold on tight, it’ll all go away
Now hold on lovers, oh hold on tight, it’ll all go away
Hold on lovers now hold on tight...it’ll all be alright
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4. |
Solomon's Creek
05:19
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River wash over me
So sweet, so cold, so clean
My heart’s slowly killing me
So river wash over me
By Solomon’s Creek we would lay
Watching the Paper Birch sway
With dew on your eyelids you’d pray
In secrets saved just for the day
River wash over me
So sweet, so cold, so clean
My heart’s slowly killing me
So river wash over me
One sigh for my loneliness, two for my tears
Three sighs for my yearning to sleep through the years
You turned your back on the sun and the sky and then me
But the rain was too heavy for you
Now river wash over me
So sweet, so cold, so clean
My poor heart’s slowly killing me
So river wash over me
By Solomon’s Creek now I lay
Watching the Tamaracks play with the wind
as it takes you away
While the world all around me turns grey
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5. |
Dead-Eyed Darling
05:16
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Dead-eyed Darling you knew me well
When stars were bright and angels fell
You went to my head, I was drunk for a spell
But what a time it was, it was!
Dead-eyed Darling your light just shone
Laughing eyes, warm like the sun
I drank you up ‘till you were gone
Then you filled my cup again, again
Now Dead-eyed Darling your love’s run dry
Your cold winter smile just makes me cry
I’m killing myself just wondering why
You’ve closed the door on me, on me
Good-bye darling, darling goodbye
Good-bye darling, darling goodbye
Dead-eyed Darling your love’s run cold
I’ve been so sad and it’s getting old
‘Cause you’re a million miles from home
Laying next to me, next to me
Dead-eyed Darling tuck me in tight
Kiss me goodnight and turn out the light
You’re done with me and I’m too tired to fight
Just leave me the hell alone, alone
Dead-eyed Darling you knew me well
When stars were bright and angels fell
You went to my head, I was drunk for a spell
But what a time it was, it was!
What a time it was!
What a time it was!
What a time it was!
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6. |
Rantin' Fools
04:02
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You can reduce it to what you want
Neutrons electrons, a bloody fount
Of holy water and blessings to flaunt
Your saved soul
A hundred million wrong answers to choose from
I’m tired and I’m tired of the same conundrum
Of pretensions, rejections, and claims to the truth
Aren’t we the ranting fools
We’re always trying to find in our world
God and Beauty and some hidden pearl
Of Truth and Wisdom from some crazy cat
Who’s laying flat on a praying mat
A hundred million wrong answers to choose from
I’m tired and I’m tired of the same conundrum
Of pretensions, rejections, and claims to the truth
Aren’t we the ranting fools
We’re still moving forward with our souls and our feet
Finding some answers both bitter and sweet
Helpless but sorely afraid of defeat
Forever onwards
A silly reminder, a friendly jest
It’s all good and better and eventually best
We’re a messed up species, but at least we can love
When push comes to shove
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7. |
Nesslin Lake
04:42
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The city is in my blood and bone
Its pulse is mine forever
From a child lost in the coloured lights
To a grown up lost in its spell
I've felt safe between concrete walls
Towers of Babylon reaching
Blocking the sun, outlining the sky
A sky coloured in light
Yet Nesslin's nestled on the edge of my mind
Taking me back to Saskatchewan
And maybe a new home in the end, a new home in the end
When the shadows deserve a closer look
I see the sand and a cool moon rising
The stars reflecting, loons genuflecting and
Singing a mournful tune
And still Nesslin's nestled on the edge of my mind
Taking me back to Saskatchewan
And maybe a new home in the end, a new home in the end
I don't know what my hell will be, cause heaven comes so easily
On the cool northern breeze blowing through my mind
Through my troubled mind, through my troubled mind, oh through my worried mind
Now too often I find I have the time
As the story is slowly forgotten
And I try to pray while the memories fade
And my heart is facing west
When the slow fire burns and the warmth returns
To my blood and my bones at last
Melting away the cold cold steel
And concrete of my past
And still Nesslin's nestled on the edge of my mind
Taking me back to Saskatchewan
And maybe a new home in the end, a new home in the end
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8. |
Run
03:38
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Giving over the afternoon, wearing guilt like perfume
All the things I said I’d do have all been lured away
I’ll leave it till tomorrow and pretend I’m here to stay
Playing cards and drinking wine, thick chains draped down my spine
Pulling me out of the same old thing and into your unmade bed
Getting caught in tangled sheets, and forgetting what I’ve said
And all the while despite the fun
I’m doing my best not to run
I’m doing my best
Not to run
You shook my demons to the ground, you picked them up and you stared them down
Your heart will wrap around my lies and justify all compromise
I’ll steal your future by the by, like those kisses on the sly
Smoking colours in the sun, they tease my dream of what’s to come
There's sweet bourbon on my tongue, brown sugar on my spoon
Sweating out our memories throughout the afternoon
And all the while despite the fun
I’m doing my best not to run
I’m doing my best
Not to run
And all the while despite the fun
I’m doing my best not to run
I’m doing my best
Till the last song’s been sung
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Conversation at the Yard
02:58
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Caught between young and old
I’ve placed my bets now I’m ready to fold like the skin on my face
Into something, something I don’t want to see
See, oh I don’t want see
But now’s the time to laugh out loud
Forget your petty fears
Like the old song croons, ‘The drinks and the joke are on me,
Me, the drinks and the joke are on me’
So smile sunshine, look up into the sky
And dance to the blue of your lover’s eyes
You only have yourself to realize
To finally realize that you’re alive
Now’s the time you silly bird
To get your mind naked, face up to the absurd
But please cover the mirrors for me
‘cause I don’t want to see
See........
Please....
Cover the clocks for me
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Lunenberg
03:51
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Sun-kissed skin on a pale canvass
Contours meeting and fusing into one lasting image
One lasting image in my mind
Lulled to sleep by the rocking waves
Guttural splashes against, against the sides
Of the only thing, the only thing keeping me alive
Alive...
We'll meet again in Lunenberg
Where we'll taste the salted wind
We'll meet again in Lunenberg
When the tide's rolling in
We'll meet again in Lunenberg
In Lunenberg we'll meet, meet again
The welcome weight of your memory
It lifts the blue sky, lifts the blue sky from the sea
And carries me swiftly, swiftly to embrace your waiting smile
The lightness of your beating pulse
Falls down heavy, falls down heavy against my head
And beckons me onward, beckons me towards your weathered coast
Your weathered coast
To our home again in Lunenberg
Where we'll taste the salted wind
To our home again in Lunenberg
When the tide's rolling in
To our home again in Lunenberg
In Lunenberg, home, home again
Home again...home again...home again....
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Sing, my darling, sing to me in the summertime
Sing, my darling, sing when winter comes
Dance, my darling, dance with me in springtime
Dance with me when the red leaves start to fall
You’ll paint coloured pictures for the kitchen
I’ll bring fresh cut flowers from the yard
We’ll listen to the crickets in the evening
Make love between the stars when times get hard
Counting moments, one by one
Filling the years as time moves on
Collecting memories, two by two
One for me, and one for you
Sing, my darling even when the sun moves on
To hide beneath the deepest darkest cloud
Dance, my darling, even when your heart is broke
Sheltered deep within my funeral shroud
Sing, my darling, all the songs you wrote for me
Sing our lullabies while twilight falls
And I’ll dance for you, my darling, just for you alone
Together we’ll await our curtain call
Dust to Dust, my love, Dust to Dust
Dust to Dust, my love, Dust to Dust
Dust to Dust, my love, Dust to Dust
Dust to Dust, my darling, Dust to Dust
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12. |
I Wanna Go Home
05:04
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I Wanna Go Home,
I Wanna Go Home,
I Wanna Go Home,
I Wanna Go Home,
Well, the moon is a-shinin’,
It’ll shine all night
And the boys build a fire
An’ when it’s burnin’ bright,
Some beat up old guitars and some fiddles come along
We’ve got two dogs named Liza and Jane
An’ we pass the time until the midnight train
Rolls across the bridge all deep and strong,
Blasts it’s horn and we sing along:
A – oooh
But the sky is a-cloudy
An’ the moon is hid.
The guitar and the fiddle now have a kid
There’s a sign that says: “No Burning of Any Kind!”
This is where we buried both Liza and Jane,
And there is no bridge and there is no train,
But when the wind blows hard across the plain,
There ghosts rise up and sing again
A - oooh
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13. |
Baba Was A Bootlegger
03:47
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My Baba was a bootlegger when prohibition ruled
My Baba was a bootlegger off highway number two
My Baba was a bootlegger when prohibition ruled
My Baba was a bootlegger off highway number two
The Great War took it’s 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
Well 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 and Saskatoons so sweet
She kept her family’s belly full the best way that she could
Distilled the rest for extra coin beneath the floorboard wood
Well my Baba was a bootlegger...
Now one day early in the morn RCMP came calling
They heard about some devil’s work around these parts was brewin’
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
Well 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
But the cops they didn’t find a thing, which really was a mystery
And later that day Chief of Police came back to get his whiskey
Well my Baba was a bootlegger when prohibition ruled
My Baba was a bootlegger off highway number two
My Baba was a bootlegger when prohibition ruled
My Baba was a bootlegger off highway number two...
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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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