CLAIRE'S SONG LYRICS
(alphabetical order)
About
Amarillo, Alaska
She was a hot-blooded Athapaskan from Alaska.
She loved the cold and snow, way up North.
He was a silver whiskered fella from Amarilla.
A smooth talkin’ son of a gun from the South.
You’d never guess to see them together.
They made such an unlikely pair.
He was like a warm ray of sunshine.
And she was like a breath of fresh air.
She was a sure-footed, moose-schleppin’ lady.
He was a pistol-packin’, two-steppin’ man.
She was a fur-trappin’, wood-choppin’ baby.
He had gator-wrastlin’, snake-rattlin’ hands.
You’d never guess to see them together.
They were quite a sight to see.
He was like the Llano Estacado.
And she was like the Bering Sea
She was a high-strung, husky-racin’ honey.
He was a far-flung, twister-chasin’ Joe.
She was a skinny-dippin’, tree-huggin’ bunny.
He was her desert-dwellin’, hot rockin’ beau.
You’d never guess to see them together.
A rubber-neckin’, head-turnin’ sight
He was like the stormin’ prairie thunder.
And she was like the Northern Lights.
Ace of Hearts
The Ace of Hearts
Always on your own
In the company of all the cards
Even so, all alone
Kings and Queens
And the 10s down to the 2s
They will never know just what it means
To have no-one to lose
The Jack and the Joker
The diamond and deuce
They’ve got their clubs and clover
They’ve got their chosen suits
One day at the bottom
Another at the top
Only ever wanted
Face up in the flop
About a Train
Way back in 1982 before I was born,
They shut down the railroad that carried out the ore.
We relied on trains all through the gold rush and the war,
But now the only Narrow Gauge is the Gilday family store.
If only the White Pass would roll again
I could write a song about a train.
The coastal mountains are so many and so steep
That setting tracks and train bridges, it just ain’t cheap.
Even going diesel couldn’t stop the trucking companies.
They can cover their costs and our consumer needs.
With face lifts and wheelchair lifts that the railway can boast,
Parlour cars built in 1881 now play host
To a new big boom of tourists coming on cruise ships to the coast.
Scenic rides through the mountains, coming up miles short of Whitehorse.
If only the White Pass rolled all the way.
I could write a song about a train.
And here in Whitehorse we ripped up the rails and now have only
Six blocks of those ribbons of steel for our quaint little tourist trolley.
We even lay down more tracks to reach the world of Wally.
It whistles by going 5 miles an hour. Holy Moly!
It’s only the Whitehorse Waterfront trolley.
But I can write a song about a train.
Now I can write a song about a train.
I did write a song about a train.
I think I meant to say trolley.
You can also call it a tram.
I have written a song a bout a tram
I did write a song about a tram.
Anywhere With You
You take me places I’ve never been.
You make me see things I’ve never seen.
When I’m with you, life is a dream.
I’d go anywhere with you.
I’d walk across the driest desert, sail across the coldest sea.
I’d climb to the top of all the tallest towers, as long as you were next to me.
I’d go right through the centre of the busiest city, the busiest time of day.
And on the other side, I’d turn around, and go right back through again.
You take me places I’ve never been.
You make me see things I’ve never seen.
When I’m with you, life is a dream.
I’d go anywhere with you.
I’d hop across a raging river, swim across Loch Ness Lake.
I’d cut my way through a crowded jungle, with no thought of poisonous snakes.
I’d run around in circles all day long, without seeing anything new.
I’d stay at home the rest of my life if I could do it with you.
You get me by in this dreary old, weary old world.
Without you I might cry, or die of boredom or loneliness.
I’d fall through the clouds from an airplane, miles and miles from the earth.
I’d crawl underground through a dark tunnel. I don’t mind a little dirt.
I’d follow you to heaven, follow you to hell. If it’s frozen over, well oh well.
I’ve already called off all the other places I don’t have to be.
You get me by in this dreary old, weary old world.
Without you I might cry, or die of boredom or loneliness.
You take me places I’ve never been.
You make me see things I’ve never seen.
When I’m with you, life is a dream.
I’d go anywhere with you.
Arms Out
I’m going to ride my bicycle down to the corner,
And get myself an ice cream cone.
I’m going to ride with no hands the whole way baby.
I’m going to make it all the way down the road.
I’m going to fly by every driveway singing.
I’m going to leave those dogs in my dust.
I’m going to fly so fast, they”ll never catch me.
I’m going to pedal til my heart wants to bust
My arms out, stretched like an eagle.
My eyes, dry in the wind,
My hair, wildly waving behind me,
I’m as free as I’ve ever been.
I’m going to ride up front in the bow of the boat.
I’m going to rest my chest on the nose.
I’m going to watch the water rippling below.
I’m going to wait until it’s fast as it goes.
I’m going to picture myself as a migrating swan,
Coming in to land on the lake.
I’m so tired form the long days of flying,
I’m ready to come home for a break.
My arms out, stretched like an eagle.
My eyes, dry in the wind,
My hair, wildly waving behind me,
I’m as free as I’ve ever been.
I’m going to climb way up to the top of a tree.
And take care not to fall.
I’m going to stand up there where they’ll never find me.
And feel like I can see it all.
My arms out, stretched like an eagle.
My eyes, dry in the wind,
My hair, wildly waving behind me,
I’m as free as I’ve ever been.
The August Sun
The August Sun shines much brighter
Than any sun of May or June.
It comes as a sweet reminder
That summertime is ending soon.
The August Sun takes me back
To the lazy days of school.
When I was young.
And had fun being a fool.
The bees are buzzin’ and my cousin Charlie’s got about a dozen
Flowers that he’s pickin for you.
The mountain Avens and the ravens way up in the wind are waving,
Waving the sky so blue.
The August Sun way up high
Shines all through my life.
Each day I try to treasure.
And soak up all the rays of light.
The August Sun will never leave my memory
I’ll always love the Au-au-au-au-august Sun.
Beautiful Baby
My beautiful baby, my beautiful baby
That’s what you are - my beautiful baby boy.
From your ten tiny perfect toes
To your sweet little button nose.
Even as it grows and grows,
You’ll always be,
My beautiful baby, my beautiful baby
That’s what you are - my beautiful baby boy.
And when you turn fifteen,
You might be bigger than me,
Even through your hormonal haze,
You will remain,
My beautiful baby, my beautiful baby
That’s what you are - my beautiful baby boy.
And when you finally leave our home,
And find a family of your own,
Even when I’m old and gray,
You’ll always stay,
My beautiful baby, my beautiful baby
That’s what you are - my beautiful baby boy.
Big Fish
I’m a big fish in a tiny little pond.
I’ve got everything I need. Nothing can go wrong.
Everybody knows me. I am never lonely.
I’m feeling right at home where I’m one of the only.
Mighty big fish in a tiny little pond.
Down in the city I’d be just another minnow.
All the anonymity would make me cry into my pillow.
Nobody would know me. I would be so lonely.
I’m going back home so I can be the only.
Mighty big fish in a tiny little pond.
I’m a big fish in a tiny little pond.
I’m a big fish in a tiny little pond.
I’m a mighty big fish in a tiny little pond.
Out in the ocean there are many other fishes.
Fighting fin to fin for the same little wishes.
Big prawns, little pawns, looking to spawn.
It won’t be long now before I’m long gone.
To be a mighty big fish in a tiny little pond.
Binder Twine
My daddy always told me
To keep some binder twine.
In my pocket just in case.
He said I’d be just fine.
As long as I have some binder twine.
When the horses get their hay
And we’re left with all this string
It’s super tough and handy
For just about anything
So don’t throw away your binder twine.
Tying up the horses
Or tying up the dogs.
Baling up the brush
When you’re out there hauling logs.
You can even weave an evening fashion line.
Binder twine, you are so fine.
Binder twine, you are a life line.
Binder twine, a friend of mine.
Binder twine.
I went off to the city
To get and education
But I was far more fired up
By booze and fornication.
So many men that could be mine.
I met a boy who liked me
But I liked him so much more.
So when he tried to run away
I quickly shut the door.
And lassoed him up with binder twine.
(I caught him fair and square.)
Binder twine, you are so fine.
Binder twine, you are a life line.
Binder twine, a friend of mine.
Binder twine.
When I get to heaven
And St Peter shakes his head
I’ll throw my piece of binder-twine
Over the wall instead.
And into paradise I’ll climb.
(I’ll just sneak right in.)
Binder twine, you are so fine.
Binder twine, you are a life line.
Binder twine, a friend of mine.
Binder twine.
Aotearoa
On the shores of Lake Taupo
That’s where I met my beau.
He was swimmin’ with the women of Waitahanui
On the shores of Lake Taupo.
He put on quite a show.
I just couldn’t let him go.
So I hit him on the head with a big gong buoy
That’s how I met my beau.
At the foot of Tongariro
That’s where I met my hero
He was laughin’ with the lassies from Whakapapa.
At the foot of Tongariro.
He was far from a zero
And indulgent just like Nero.
So I bonked him on the brain with a big rock of lava.
That’s how I met my hero.
Aotearoa,
How great to know ya.
My hero and my beau
From Aotearoa.
In the town of Whakatane
That’s where I met my honey.
He was stalkin’ a flock of tawny Pakiha.
In the town of Whakatane.
He had a lot of money
And was hilariously funny
So I cracked him on the crown with a pint of tequila.
That’s how I met my honey.
Down at Ohope Beach
That’s where I met my peach.
He was dippin’ and divin’ with a doll from Rotorua
Down at Ohope Beach.
He seemed out of my reach
And I didn’t want to look like a leach.
So I knocked him on the noggin’ with a big Tuatua
That’s how I met my peach.
Aotearoa,
How great to know ya.
My peach and honey, and my hero and beau.
From Aotearoa.
On the island of Kapiti
That’s where I met my sweetie.
He was flirtin’ with the birds of Okupe Lagoon
On the island of Kapiti.
I’m usually not so needy
But he was oh so deliciously meaty.
So I walloped him a goodun’ with a wooden spoon.
That’s how I met my sweetie.
Aotearoa,
How great to know ya.
My sweetie, my peach, my honey, my hero, my beau
From Aotearoa.
Maybe it’s time to move
on to the South Island?
The Bridge
Houses for hills, and streets for canyons,
Sewers for rivers, and curbs for cliffs,
Tidy lawns as our forests,
And doorways as our caves.
Shopping malls as our oceans,
Airplanes as our stars,
Bombs instead of birds,
And landfills as our graves.
We’re aliens on our own planet.
We talk about earth like it’s some distant place
We’re trying our best to save,
As if one day we can escape.
And who are “they” who made us all slaves?
Cement for soil, and plastic for people,
Cigarettes scattered like seeds,
Money for blood, and phones and guns
Instead of face to face.
The bridge will get us over.
The bridge will get us through.
Houses for hills, and streets for canyons,
Sewers for rivers, and curbs for cliffs,
Tidy lawns as our forests,
And doorways as our caves.
Shopping malls as our oceans,
Airplanes as our stars,
Bombs instead of birds,
And landfills as our graves.
Landfills as our graves.
Broccoli Farm
I’m going to the Broccoli Farm.
I’m going to the Broccoli Farm.
You can’t distract me. It’s a fact.
I’m going to the Broccoli Farm.
I was walking down the street one day
On my way to the Broccoli Farm again.
Around the corner came a big brass band,
And the guy with the Seussophone stuck out his hand.
He said: “Come with us and join the big parade.
We need somebody to lead the way.
You can walk out front and twirl this baton.”
But I said: “Sorry Sir, I’m going to the Broccoli Farm.”
I’m going to the Broccoli Farm.
I’m going to the Broccoli Farm.
You can’t distract me. It’s a fact.
I’m going to the Broccoli Farm.
The next guy I met was a painted clown.
He said: “I’m from the circus. We just rolled into town.
We’re just setting up the circus tent.
There’s acrobats and ponies, and an elephant.
You’ve got to see the crazy dancing monkeys
And the beautiful girl on the swinging trapeze.
I’ll leave a ticket for you at the gate.”
But I said: “Sorry Sir, the Broccoli awaits.”
I’m going to the Broccoli Farm.
I’m going to the Broccoli Farm.
You can’t distract me. It’s a fact.
I’m going to the Broccoli Farm.
As I continued along, on and on,
All kinds of people tried to steer me wrong:
A lady with seven little puppies on a leash,
A cotton candy unicorn with marshmallow teeth,
A rollercoaster ride in a dinosaur park,
A zipline waterslide that glows in the dark.
Someone even offered me some brussel sprouts.
But I said: “Eww gross! You’ve got to get out!”
Cabin Party
I’ve got some white wine chilling in the snow next to my cabin.
I’ve got a hot pot boiling on the stove for when you come by.
I’ve got some tiny little lights that I put all around,
I’m setting the mood for when you come on down.
You won’t catch us playing cards or scrabble tonight.
I’m going to shovel the trail all the way up to my cabin.
I’m going to chop all the wood, it’ll make me feel good and spry.
I’m going to light a little fire in the pit outside.
I’ll bake you some biscuits and a blueberry pie.
You won’t see me sipping tea by the window tonight.
We’re having a cabin party.
We’re having a cabin party.
We’re having a cabin party.
And it’s gonna be tight (cause my cabin’s really small).
Let’s get this started, this cabin party.
Winter’s been cold, and my cabin fever’s running high.
We’re going to shake the roof right off, right off of my cabin.
We’re going to make the neighbours talk from far and wide (a little noise complaint).
We’re going to roll in the snow, it’s only 20 below.
And if you gotta stay over, I’ve got room on the floor.
We won’t be whittling sticks, or twiddling our thumbs tonight.
C-A-N-D-Y
When the adults are talking, and I know they love to talk,
And they stop to spell out the letters of a word,
I am here to share with you the key to unlock
Exactly what they’re saying, I’m going to be that little bird.
They’re not practicing their spelling,
They’re not failing to be funny,
They’re trying to keep from telling you,
About something very yummy.
C-A-N-D-Y spells candy! C-A-K-E spells cake!
C-O-O-K-I-E spells cookie! And C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E
Spells cho-o-o-colate.
There are other things they try to hide to keep you in the dark.
Some things that you might like to do, they don’t want you to understand.
Like an M-O-V-I-E movie. or the P-A-R-K park.
Or the Z-O-O zoo, keep it on the D-L Disney Land.
They’re not practicing their spelling,
They’re not failing to be funny,
They’re trying to keep from telling you,
About something very yummy.
C-A-N-D-Y spells candy! C-A-K-E spells cake!
C-O-O-K-I-E spells cookie! And C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E
Spells cho-o-o-colate.
I see it seems all sweet things start with C.
But I-C-E C-R-E-A-M spells i-i-i-ice cream.
The adults will hate me now, they’ll say that I am wrong.
I stole their only secret, I took their only tool.
The next time that you hear this they might try to skip the song,
Oh by the way P-O-O-L is for the swimming pool.
So when they try to stop it
You just politely tell them,
“Don’t you think that it’s good
That I am practicing my spelling.”
C-A-N-D-Y spells candy! C-A-K-E spells cake!
C-O-O-K-I-E spells cookie! And C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E
Spells cho-o-o-colate.
Cheer Up Sky
Cheer up sky, you’ve cried enough today
It’s time to dry your eyes.
Let the rays lift your face
And part your gloomy guise.
Let the breeze get behind you
And roll you right along.
For soon it will be yesterday
And tomorrow will be gone.
Let your veil of rain
Fall away.
Drop that sullen look of grey
And find your grace.
You have nothing,
Nothing to hide.
So smile now, smile for me
Smile with your bright blue eyes.
Dance Me Through Life
Chase me over sand dunes
Straight out to the ocean
Place your hands upon my eyes
Surprise me with a view
Take our shoes and socks off
Running through the fountains
Wait to hear the music
And dance me in the dew
Dance me through life, twirl me around the world
Dance me through life, you and I in paradise
Make believe we’re pirates
Fighting for the good guys
Fake our death and realize
We’ve come alive anew
Break to pull a donut
Race me to the restaurant
Say that we are married
On our endless honeymoon
Face each day with wonder
Naked in the garden
Light a little fire
And sleep under the moon
Shake me when I’m angry
Bake a heart-shaped cookie
Train across the country
Laughing our way through.
Play with all the children
Build castles out of snow
Paint with our fingers
Yellow, red and blue
Wake me for the sunrise
Sing me to sleep with lullabies
Stay with me forever
We are the lucky few
Dawson City
Dawson City, you old goat!
You get me every time.
Just when I have you figured
You put me back in line.
I really should tread lightly
On the boardwalks of your town
But I wind up a ragdoll
Whipped and thrown around.
Reeling on Monday
Somehow always nude
Kneeling by the river
With the Dawson liver flu
Your sun is awesome hot
And your downpours can’t be beat
They wash away the dust and grime
That gathers in the street.
But still you have this way
And you’ve done it once again
You toss me round like a rubber
Chicken in a hurricane.
I should really listen
To the writing on the walls
Down at the snake pit
There’s gold in them there stalls:
Like “Maybe polyamory
Ain’t what it’s cracked up to be.”
“Uncle Fester loves you.”
And “I have to pee.”
“He wants me to have his babies.”
“My shit don’t stink”
“Roses are red, violets are blue,
The pit is pink.”
Reeling on Monday
Somehow always nude
Kneeling by the river
With the Dawson liver flu
Don't Wait for a Rainbow
Don't wait for a rainbow.
The whole sky has all colours.
Those colours are out
In full swing all the time.
Don't wait for a rainbow
The whole world has all colours.
Can you capture those colours
Make a rainbow all of the time.
Love is a prism
The source of all emotion
Just like white light makes red and blue
Love makes hate and fear.
You may have to go searching
Far and wide through hard times
To find all the colours you need
Are all right here.
Why protect your light?
When you can share it in spades?
You better shine through your fear
Before your brightness fades.
The future is refracted
From now your crystal raindrop
Can you capture your decision for
Tomorrow in a beam?
White light is unwritten
On into the unknown
Like a brave reflection
The past makes real a dream.
Don't Whine
It’s ok to cry, just don’t whine
About the silly little things cause,
Unless it’s serious, I think you’ll be alright
And you will survive,
As long as you don’t’ whine.
It’s ok to cry, just don’t whine
About the silly little things cause,
Unless it’s serious, I think you’ll be alright
And you will survive,
As long as you don’t’ whine.
Someday the rain will come
And wash away your worries.
Out will come the sun,
That big yellow ball in the sky,
And you’ll know why…
It’s ok to cry, just don’t whine
About the silly little things cause,
Unless it’s serious, I think you’ll be alright
And you will survive,
As long as you don’t’ whine.
Dumpster Hipster Blues
My forehead piercing is getting infected.
My rescue pitbull is feeling neglected.
I had to get a job washing dishes at the Downtown Bar.
I’ve got the Dumpster, I’ve got the Dumpster Hipster Blues.
I cut myself shaving the side of my head
My wallet chain is all tangled all up in my dreads.
It’s winter now so I’ve got to move out of my car.
I’ve got the Dumpster, I’ve got the Dumpster Hipster Blues.
I’ve got the Dumpster Hipster Blues.
I’ve got nothing left to lose.
Dawson City is the end of the line for me.
If you buy me a beer, down at The Pit is where I’ll be.
There’s no sole left in my army boots.
I spelled my girlfriend’s name wrong on my home tattoo.
My only friends are the people who look like me.
I’ve got the Dumpster, I’ve got the Dumpster Hipster Blues.
I left my home at sixteen and I’m not going back.
It’s hard to find clothings that are faded black.
It’s not my problem I’ve got nowhere else to pee.
I’ve got the Dumpster, I’ve got the Dumpster Hipster Blues.
I’ve got the Dumpster Hipster Blues.
I’ve got nothing left to lose.
Dawson City is the end of the line for me.
If you buy me a beer, down at The Pit is where I’ll be.
My banjo’s only got one string to strum.
I always get mistaken for a homeless bum.
Someone told me to go back to Montréal.
I’ve got the Dumpster, I’ve got the Dumpster Hipster Blues.
I’ve got the Dumpster Hipster Blues.
I’ve got nothing left to lose.
Dawson City is the end of the line for me.
If you buy me a beer, down at The Pit is where I’ll be.
Flat Mountain
There’s a mountain way up north near my home,
High enough to rival all the rockies.
I don’t know who named it and where they’ve gone,
But if I find them they might get a talkin’ to.
Cause that mountain sure has the strangest name
For something so beautiful and tall.
The only way it would better suit its claim
Was if that mountain wasn’t there at all.
Take me back North, take me back North.
To Flat Mountain.
Maybe this great country where we live
Is covered coast to coast across the land
With peaks and hills and ridges and cliffs
We just don’t know it cause they are all flat.
And maybe the plains aren’t so plain
The prairies are as precious as the Pyrenees.
All one majestic mountain range
Reaching up to your knees.
Take me back North, take me back North.
To Flat Mountain.
An ant hill is something to behold.
To an ant it might be like the Taj Mahal.
Maybe it’s all what we’ve been told.
In our eyes, compared to us it’s small.
And at least it wouldn’t hurt if you fell,
Even if your climb is not so grand.
But tell me how in the hell do you ever tell
When you reach the top of something flat.
Take me back North, take me back North.
To Flat Mountain.
Ghost Light
On the ocean floor lies the body of a shipwreck
Blissfully ignored for more than a hundred years.
If you open the door to the lobby on the main deck
And go past the fish-filled crystal chandeliers
Up the golden staircase, and on into the theatre,
All dressed in their finest lace, the fancy folks will be there.
And up on centre stage,
The ghost light still remains.
And they’re dancing through the night.
Gathered round the light
Dancing round that ever-burning light.
From the corner boxes you can hear the laughter,
Champagne corks a-popping, and bouncing off the rafters.
Vaudeville stars and millionaires are mingling and giggling.
The sailors and the acrobats are swinging through the rigging.
And down on centre stage,
The ghost light still remains.
Deep in the chambers of the heart.
There still remains a tiny little spark.
Someone has left the ghost light on.
Somehow the show must go on.
Gillian
Her style. Her grace. Her poise. Her class.
Her smile. Her face. Her cheek. And her sass.
She brings us all together, from young to old.
She gets us through the weather, no matter how cold.
She moves, we sigh. She sings, we clap.
She croons, we cry. She jokes and we laugh.
She lifts our spirits high, no matter how low.
With just the wink of an eye, she’s the star of the show, oh…
Gillian, you’re one in a million.
There’s just no filling in for you,
The only one who can,
Make ‘em can-can.
Gillian, I wish you could begin again.
You’d just keep thrilling them.
You’re the only one who can,
Make ‘em can-can.
Girl in the Window
There once was an old hotel,
Built in the days of the Gold Rush.
The lobby was always abuzz with people,
Escaping the cold and snow.
A pot bellied stove with a roaring fire,
A welcome respite from the muck and the mire.
Overstuffed armchairs, fresh baked bread,
A soft feather pillow to rest your head.
And in the front window, a beautiful girl.
A vision in pink ribbons and pearls. playing the piano.
The 40’s brought the war.
The war brought the soldiers.
This little town was drowning in lonely,
Hearts of heard working men.
One night at he hotel they rapped on the window.
The mother ran out saying, “What do you want now?”
Four young soldiers had lost their bearing.
Stopped in their tracks, they stood there staring.
“We want the girl in the window, that beautiful girl.
A vision in pink ribbons and pearls. playing the piano.”
Oh what a treat for weary eyes.
She’s so sweet it would be nice,
Just to meet her. She looks like,
A dream come true.
Many men dreamed of taking her hand.
They brought her gifts from across the land.
Great big fresh oranges, riverboat rides,
They wired up her cabin with electric lights.
When finally one came along who could woo her,
She gave back her ring to her other suitor,
And away she went to see the world,
A vision in pink ribbons and pearls.
And when she was widowed,
She came back to the hotel,
And sat in the window, playing the piano.
Golden Boy
Everybody loves my golden boy.
He is the light of many lives.
When he laughs we feel his joy.
We can’t stand it when he cries.
Please let me be.
Please let me be the last to say goodbye.
Everybody loves my golden boy.
He is the light of many lives.
When they tell me how he brings them joy,
I can’t help but cry.
Please let me be.
Please let me be the last to say goodbye.
Everybody loves my golden boy.
He is the light of many lives.
I know that he would wish me joy.
He would hate to see me cry.
Please let me be.
Please let me be the last to say goodbye.
Hedging Your Bets
You seem to be hedging your bets.
You sure don’t put your eggs in one basket.
You seem to be hedging your bets.
I’ve got a question but I sure won’t ask it.
You take directions from a road map
But beyond that, you can’t see.
This type of woman don’t understand
Why you can’t just play your hand.
Oh this type of woman don’t understand
Why you don’t play your hand.
But this woman don’t need you
Cause she’s a one-man-band.
And this type of woman won’t stick around
Waiting for you to stick in the knife.
This type of woman won’t stick around
Waiting for you to stick in the knife
And this type of woman
Only comes around once in a life.
Your map is getting soggy, your dog ears are floppy
You lost your way but you just keep walkin’
Your map is soggy, your dog ears are floppy
You lost your way but you’re still walkin’
You’ve got a question
But beyond that, you can’t see.
This type of woman don’t understand
Why you can’t just play your hand.
Oh this type of woman don’t understand
Why you don’t play your hand.
But this woman don’t need you
Cause she’s a one-man-band. (2 tags)
Hockey Puck
(Waffleboarding)
You’re as hard hearted as a hockey puck.
When I saw you coming I forgot to duck.
I should’ve taken my own advice,
And kept my focus and my stick on the ice.
But you got me in the five hole.
I wish that you’d missed or hit the pole.
I’ve had too many concussions to track.
But this time I’m out, flat on my back.
I’m waffle-boarding baby just to keep you at bay.
I’m on my knees, I’m butterflyin’ please.
You’ve had more shots on goal than I,
But somehow I’m still hopin’ for a tie.
You’re way offside and I’m beggin’ the ref,
To give you a penalty or sudden death.
You’re screening my goalie but the play goes on.
You’re like Cherry pickin’ what suit to don.
You’ve got me up against the boards.
You’re playing dirty like I play these chords.
The rink was resurfaced by the Zamboni.
But you don’t know a clean wipe from a slice of balony.
I’m waffle-boarding baby just to keep you at bay.
I’m on my knees, I’m butterflyin’ please.
I feel like a Leaf dried up in a drought.
Put me out of misery with a shoot-out.
This game is going into overtime.
Your high-sticking ought to be a crime.
Just wait til I get my power play
I want a 2-man advantage and a break away, or even better…
I’ll get a short-handed goal while my side is weak.
Fake a left, then a right, then a triple deke.
Surprise you from behind with a wrap around
And score backhanded on my re-re-rebound.
I’m waffle-boarding baby just to keep you at bay.
I’m on my knees, I’m butterflyin’ please.
I never thought a die-hard Canuck
Could be as hardhearted as a hockey puck.
Hold Your Horses
Holy rollers and lonely soldiers.
Along the open road.
Throwing stones and holding forth.
On their sold out soapbox show.
Stolen homes over buffalo bones
The old boys of oil and gold.
Lording over their hordes and borders.
The longest story ever told.
Hold your horses now.
Hold your horses now.
Before they rock the whole world down.
Hold your horses now.
Four lost cowboys on four lost broncos.
Moving out to work the tolls.
Offering gospel to all the ghost towns.
Holding close their swords and bows.
Howling wolves at the door of morning.
Go loping home into the snow.
Coming down from their frozen towers.
The crows console the broken souls.
Hopeless Romantic
(2-Cycle Oil)
A walk by the river under the moon
A bouquet of roses to make a girl swoon
A movie, a boatride, a cuddle at noon.
A text in my inbox says “I miss you!”
I’m a hopeless romantic.
I love all those things just the same.
But there’s nothing like the smell of 2-cycle oil
To make a girl go insane.
It might be unique to just me
But I can’t help but get so horny
When I smell sawdust fresh from a tree
And a guy with a chainsaw hung at his knee.
I’m a hopeless romantic
I love to be wined and dined
But there’s nothing like the smell of 2-cycle oil
To make a girl lose her mind.
Now don’t get me wrong when you hear this song.
I don’t dig a man who cuts greens.
But a good man who can find good deadfall
Knows just what a girl needs.
I’m a hopeless romantic.
I’d love to take off on your yacht.
But there’s nothing like the smell of 2-cycle oil
To make a girl forget what she’s not.
Cut me down
And stack me good
Cause the winter is long and I might just need
A hell of a lot of that wood.
I’m a hopeless romantic.
I love the smell of gasoline.
But there’s nothing like the smell of 2-cycle oil
To make it the mix of my dreams!
To make you the man of my dreams!
House with no Door
There’s more gravity in a bottle
Than there is in a jug or a glass
In case you feel you need to drink
It down hard and fast.
When an army gets to shore they burn
Their boats before they attack
That way they have to win
Cause there’s no turning back.
A ship is safe in the harbour
But that’s not what it is for.
What good is a window
On a house with no door.
Faites ce que je dis
Vendredi, Samedi et Dimanche
Arrête vos niaiseries
Et je vous donnerai une journée de relâche.
(mon cœur sur ma manche)
There’s more humanity in a dog
Than there is in the highest class
In case you feel your speed
Got you there first but you came in last
When you build a castle out of sand
The sea will wash it away
That way you’ll be building
A new castle every day.
What good is a child
Unless they do their chores?
What good is a diamond
If otherwise you’re poor?
A ship is safe in the harbour
But that’s not what it is for.
What good is a window
On a house with no door.
How Does the Body Know
How does a berry know to be sweet and red,
So the birds will know to eat and spread the seed?
How does a honey bee let the others know,
Where the sweetest flowers will be?
How does a robin know when it’s time to fly,
From winter’s cold, and autumn’s falling leaves?
How does that robin know how to get back home,
Across the endless sea?
How does the sun keep on burning (so bright)?
How does the world keep on turning (on time)?
How does my heart keep on yearning for thee?
How does the body know when the heart should beat,
Where the blood should go, and how much air to breathe?
How does the body know to release its soul,
When it’s time to leave?
Hunting for Horns
He calls me out of hiding
To see if I’m the one.
He looks me up and down
And lifts his gun.
He’s staring down the barrel
With his finger on the trigger,
But he figures not to take the shot
He’ll wait for something bigger.
I’m a beautiful beast.
My heart is tender.
My tongue’s a delicacy
But I must remember.
Some men are just
Hunting
For horns.
My head is no good
To mount on his wall,
No trophy for the man
Who plays with his Dahls.
Even if my flesh is
Far from old and tough.
The size of my rack
Just isn’t big enough
He’s a big, big man
And a real big spender.
With everything to prove
The alpha of his gender
Someday I’ll find a man
Without that kind of greed.
A hunter who respectfully
Takes only what he needs.
But til then I’m looked at
For the span of my antlers
My palms and tines are counted
I’m caught in the crosshairs
What more can I do?
My velvet has been shed.
I’ve turned broadside,
Waiting for him to shoot me dead.
I Don't Want to Fight Tonight
Your weapons won’t work on me, my love.
So lay down your arms and rise above.
There are better things to do I can think of.
I don’t want to fight tonight.
I see that I’m standing in your line of fire.
But please don’t shoot, I’m too tired.
Call me deceiving, call me a liar.
But I don’t want to fight tonight.
It’s hard to hold my tongue.
There are so many things I want to say to you.
But if I let you have it,
I know that I will lose it.
I don’t want to fight tonight.
You dug your trench, you’re holding tight.
You’ll wait it out til my flag is white.
It might be morning by the time it’s right.
I don’t want to fight tonight.
It’s hard to hold my tongue.
There are so many things I want to say to you.
But if I let you have it,
I know that I will lose it.
I don’t want to fight tonight.
Love should never feel,
Like a battlefield.
True hearts march together.
Better now than never.
I can never tell who won the war.
And what in the hell we were fighting for.
You know we'll never settle the score.
I don't want to fight tonight.
It’s hard to hold my tongue.
There are so many things I want to say to you right now.
But if I let you have it,
I know that I will lose it.
I don’t want to fight tonight.
Itty Bitty Blues
Mama, I ain’t no baby no more.
I ain’t no baby no more, it’s true.
Mama, I ain’t no baby no more.
Quit treating me like you do.
Once I was a baby, an itty bitty baby.
All I could do was crawl around and cry.
But now that I’ve grown up, I’m walking on my two feet.
You’ve got to treat me like a big guy.
Mama, I ain’t no baby no more.
I ain’t no baby no more, it’s true.
Mama, I ain’t no baby no more.
Quit treating me like you do.
Why do you treat me like an itty bitty baby?
I can tie my own two shoes.
I can write my whole name, I can count my fingers.
You’re giving me the itty bitty blues.
Mama, I ain’t no baby no more.
I ain’t no baby no more, it’s true.
Mama, I ain’t no baby no more.
Quit treating me like you do.
Oh come on Mama, I’m adult now.
I’ve got a car and a credit card.
Oh come on Mama, I’ve got my own baby now.
If you want a baby, take mine.
You’re giving me the itty bitty baby blues.
Jackfish Girl
I’m a jackfish girl and you’re a lake trout guy.
You like deep water beauties and I like
Shallow bottom feeders with teeth that break my leaders,
So it’ll never work out with you.
They’ve got me hook, line and sinker.
They’ve got me, those big stinkers.
They’ve got me cause
I’m not the biggest thinker.
I’m a jackfish girl and you’re a lake trout guy.
You like deep water beauties and I like
Stagnant swamp dwellers, those ugly old fellers,
So it’ll never work out with you.
What’s the point in trolling?
Those trout, always withholding,
Waiting down there in the cold
With a reputation to uphold.
I’m a jackfish girl and you’re a lake trout guy.
You like deep water beauties and I like
Scaly, slimey sluggers, those underbiting buggers,
So it’ll never work out with you.
It only takes a cast.
Pike are so easy to catch.
I may choke on the bones
But at least I’m not alone.
There’s plenty of fish in the sea,
But in the lake there’s only you and me.
Maybe if you can act real mean,
I can be your deep water queen.
Cause I’m a jackfish girl and you’re a lake trout guy.
You like deep water beauties and I like
You, cause you don’t catch and release me,
So maybe it’ll work out with you.
Jackfish Jig
I’m standing here over my fishing hole.
Jigging and shaking my fishing pole.
I rigged up some bacon as bait.
Now we just wait.
I don’t know what we’re catching at Tatchun.
But we’re out here doing the Jackfish Jig.
Damn, it feels good to be out on the land.
But good thing I also brought some Spam.
If you’re still hungry, don’t panic.
I’ll fry you up some bannock.
I don’t know if we’re catching at Tatchun.
But we’re out here doing the Jackfish Jig.
Thank you for choosing my hook to bite.
I’m gonna cook you up just right.
I’ll fry you up in Tenderflake,
Right out on the frozen lake.
Now I know we’re catching at Tatchun.
When we’re out here doing the Jackfish Jig.
Jumping Through Hoops
CLOWN:
I thought he could take my mind off you.
And he did for a while, while we were dancing.
But when the song had ended,
I went right back to loving you.
I don’t wanna love you anymore.
But my little heart is weak and I can’t ignore
All the hoops that you put me through.
I’m jumping through hoops for you.
I’m no circus clown,
But I feel larger than life right now.
My tears are on display waiting for you
To wave me through that ring of fire.
RINGMASTER:
You’re still on my mind, darling.
You’re still on my mind.
You are the elephant in the room, baby.
You can’t fit through the hoop.
You turned me upside down,
I’m tumbling round and round
You cartwheeled through my heart
And now you are the star.
ACROBAT:
Way up high on a trapeze,
Your love is all that I need.
If I fall, it will only
Be in love.
I’ve got a lot to swing for.
I’ll wrap around the strings for you,
The master of the rings,
And many things.
You give me angel wings.
With all the joy you bring.
I hope this fling we’re juggling
Stays up in the air.
Junkyard Baby
I lost my baby in the junkyard,
Somewhere in the middle of the old cars.
He’s crawling around, looking for a part.
I sure hope he’s out to fix my broken heart.
I searched through the Chryslers,
I searched through the Fords,
I looked under all the Chevrolets.
I even tried the fancy Porsche (and I looked good!)
I combed through the carburators,
The alternators, radiators too.
If I don’t find my baby,
I don’t know what I’ll do.
I lost my baby in the junkyard,
Somewhere in the middle of the old cars.
He’s crawling around, looking for a part.
I’m waiting for the crash, bang, boom to start.
I lost my baby in the junkyard,
Somewhere in the middle of the old cars.
He’s crawling around, looking for a part.
If we’re really quiet, we might hear him fart.
I climbed up the highest pile,
To get myself a better view.
I even started up the loader,
And pushed around a truck or two.
Well, maybe I should go get me one of those
Big old crushing machines.
I’ll know when I have found him,
When I hear him scream.
I lost my baby in the junkyard,
Somewhere in the middle of the old cars.
He’s crawling around, looking for a part.
I sure hope he’s out to fix my broken heart.
La Lune de Noël
La lune est la plus belle lumiere de Noel.
J’ai cherché partout, dans chaque rue et ruelle.
Tu est la plus belle étoile dans le ciel.
Même dans le noir tu es mon étincelle.
Et quand la danse commencera,
Tu seras dans mes bras.
On dansera autour de
L’arbre de Noel mille fois.
Tu es le plus bel amour de ma vie.
J’ai cherché partout dans chaque garçon et fille.
Ton rire est le plus beau des sons qui scintillent.
Même dans la folle je peux voir que tu brille.
Et quand la danse commencera,
Tu seras dans mes bras.
On dansera autour de
L’arbre de Noel mille fois.
La lune est la plus belle lumiere de Noel.
Tu est la plus belle étoile dans le ciel.
Tu es le plus bel amour de ma vie.
Ton rire est le plus beau des sons qui scintillent.
La lune est la plus belle lumiere de Noel.
J’ai cherché partout, dans chaque rue et ruelle.
Tu est la plus belle étoile dans le ciel.
Même dans le noir tu es mon étincelle.
Et quand la danse commencera,
Tu seras dans mes bras.
On dansera autour de
L’arbre de Noel mille fois.
La Pitoune
La pitoune mange de la poutine.
Voyons, voyons, voyons.
Les pois, les poires et les poivrons.
La sauce aux poivres et la viande, voyons.
La pitoune mange de la poutine.
Voyons, voyons, voyons.
Elle va pouvoir avoir la pouvoir
Mais elle ne met pas du poids.
Elle ne met pas du poids.
La pitoune mange de la poutine
Voyons, voyons, voyons.
Le poile de la poitrine
Pour elle c’est degoutant.
C’est effrayant.
C‘est epeurant.
Un razage integrale
Pour elle c’est important.
C’est desirable.
C’est nessecaire.
La poutine mange de la pitoune.
Maintenant ca fait du sense.
Mais la sa fait plus de sense.
Voyons.
Lake and River
If you were a lake and I were a river
I’d rush into you and it’d take me forever
To run away,
A slow and winding day.
If you were a mountain and I were a valley
I’d lie at your feet and stand by you gladly.
I’d catch your rain
As it rolled down from your face.
I want to hold you like the grass
Keeps the earth from eroding.
I need your sunshine
Like a flower waiting to bloom.
If you were the moon and I were the tide
I’d move with your mood, you’d raise me up high.
I’d feel your pain
Like the breaking waves.
Le Beau Paris
Le beau Paris
Avec ta tour qui scintille,
Tu attire tellement de monde
De chaque coin, de chaque pays.
Des amoureux qui viennent
Pour s’asseoir au bord de la Seine,
Et barrer leurs coeurs aux barres des ponts,
Pour un avenir pur et plein.
Dans le ciel de la campagne
Les étoiles s’embrassent les montagnes,
Mais leur luminosité n’est rien comparé
À ta tour qui scintille sans panne.
Le beau Paris
Avec chaque fleur-de lis
Que les rois ont laissé pour nous rappeler
Qu’on est que des paysans.
Ou des rats qui broutent dans la rue
Pour des tombées ou des petits bouts,
Ou un trou à côté d’un bouquet
De pissenlits qui puent.
Hors de la ville
C’est beaucoup plus tranquille
Mais sans ton épaisseur de vernis
Les fleurs-de-lis vont rouillir.
Le beau Paris
Je sais que j’ai deja dit
Des mots impolis en parlant de toi
Mais j’espère qu’on peut être des amis.
Car hier soir à Londres
Il a cassé mon esprit, je suis qu’une ombre
Il m'a marqué indésiré,
Et ici m’a renvoyé.
Alors, si vous me pardonnez.
Je vous laisse encore m’époustouflé.
Émoustille-moi sans souçis.
Le beau Paris.
Lonely Loving You
It’s lonely loving you.
It’s lonely loving you.
Every night I’m wishing,
You’ll come home and kiss me.
Every night I’m waiting for your call.
Every night I wonder,
What spell you’ve been under.
Every night I try not to bawl.
It’s lonely loving you.
It’s lonely loving you.
Every time I see you,
You’re waving from the rearview.
Every time I’m hoping you’ll stay.
Every time you wander,
It leaves me to ponder.
Is it worth it all at the end of the day?
It’s lonely loving you.
It’s lonely loving you.
Love Ya Later
(for Nora MacIntosh)
Love ya later. Love ya later.
Love ya later. Love ya later.
Love ya later my baby.
Cause I gotta get to getting on.
I’m going down to the river bank to have a drink now.
I’m going down to the river bank, so I can think now.
I don’t care just what you think, I’m gonna drink now.
Love ya later. Love ya later.
Love ya later. Love ya later.
Love ya later my baby.
Cause I gotta get to getting on.
Sah di tah. You poor thing.
Sah di tah. That’s what my mama would sing.
Sah di tah, baby, you poor thing.
Love ya later. Love ya later.
Love ya later. Love ya later.
Love ya later my baby.
Cause I gotta get to getting on.
Low Ball Louie
Low Ball Louie, Low Ball Louie
He never aimed too high, he was low ball Louie
Louie always hated to go to school.
He skipped class everyday to go play pool.
All the old guys down at the hall never asked him why.
They knew Louie’d never make it through school, so why bother try.
Low Ball Louie, Low Ball Louie
He never aimed too high, he was low ball Louie
On his eighteenth birthday he was kicked outta the house.
His momma she called after him: “Go on get, you blood-sucking louse!”
He went to the pool hall and picked up his cue,
Bet his last ten against Rack-Em-Up Jack, and won the next few.
Low Ball Louie, Low Ball Louie
He never aimed too high, he was low ball Louie
That’s how Louie spent the rest of his life,
Playing his way from day to day, no time for a wife.
And if you ever find yourself down at the old pool hall,
Put some money down for old Louie Brown, and make sure you take the high ball.
Low Ball Louie, Low Ball Louie
He never aimed too high, he was low ball Louie
Lucky Shark
I sharpened my teeth on those old bones.
I scraped by on scraps
I searched through the deep and shallow shoals
Til my hunger was sharp as a tack.
My shark skin is covered in teeth, you know.
In case someone should attack.
A razor sharp armour of fang-like cones,
Running right down my back.
I’m a lucky shark.
I ain’t no sad sack.
I’m a lucky shark.
There ain’t no card sharper than that.
I’ve sparred with the largest carnivores
I’ve had my share of spats.
A shadow leaked out, and swallowed me whole
Til my cavern darkened to black.
My scars have hardened, and sealed the holes.
The canyon, now a narrowing crack.
A long scarlet seam turned the colour of coal,
But it’s always ready to snap.
I’m a lucky shark.
I’m far too smart for your traps
I’m a lucky shark.
Don’t cut me any slack
The Sea may be sparse but it’s my home.
Starving is not the worst lack
Picking the shards from between the stones
Scared away those who can’t hack.
That lean stark silence gave way to a storm.
And the reef began to grow back.
Now carpets of starfish warm the cold floor
And caviar is common as crap (or carp…)
I’m a lucky shark.
My diet is rich in fat / I eat swordfish as a snack.
I’m a lucky shark.
More than happy to share my catch.
Make You Believe
I’m an airplane, mama. I’m a helicopter.
I’m a rocket to the moon. You just can’t stop me.
I’m bird. I’m a butterfly. I’m a bumblebee.
I’m a pterodactyl. I’m a dragon in a castle.
I’m a fairy. I’m a firefly. There’s nothing faster.
I’m a runaway balloon, higher than you can see.
I’m going to make you believe.
There’s nothing I cannot be.
I’m a big bulldozer. I’m an excavator.
I’m a worm underground. I’m a big potato.
I’m a rabbit. I’m a fox. I’m a bear in a winter sleep.
I’m a train in a tunnel. I’m the blade of a shovel.
I’m crab in the sand. I’m a pig in a mud hole.
I’m the deepest roots of the biggest wild fig tree.
I’m going to make you believe.
There’s nothing I cannot be.
All the wonderful things all around this beautiful world,
If I can see them, I can be them. I can find a way to learn.
If I can feel the heat from the fire, I can be the burn.
I won’t leave any stone unturned.
I’m a sea lion, mama. I’m a river otter.
I’m a salmon in the rapids and I’m splashing in the water.
I’m a big grey whale. I’m a sailboat out on the sea.
I’m a tugboat driver. I’m a surfboard rider.
I’m a clown fish, an octopus, a scuba diver.
I’m a shark. I’m a dolphin. And I’m dipping, diving down in the deep.
I’m going to make you believe.
There’s nothing I cannot be.
Maudite Affaire
Maudite affaire de même
Maudite affaire de même
Maudite affaire de même
Maudite affaire de même
Quoi que ce soit, sa ne fait pas
De différence à moi.
Quoi que ce soit, Ca ne fait pas
De différence à moi.
Fait que c’est ça.
C’est en plein ça.
C’est tout a fait ça.
C’est ça qui est ça.
Fait que c’est ca.
C’est en plein ca.
C’est tout a fait ca.
C’est quasiment ca.
C’est effectivement ca.
C’est ca qui est ca.
Mechanic
I wanna marry a mechanic
Cause if I fall apart
He’ll put me back together
If he has the right part.
I wanna marry a mechanic
Cause if my screws come loose
He’ll get right to wrenchin’
And give me a boost.
Don’t want no carpenter or plumber
Or any electrician, they’ll just make me blue.
Don’t want no piano man, or veterinarian
But maybe a doctor would do.
I wanna marry a mechanic
Cause if my engine dies
He’ll turn me over and rev me
Til there’s life in my eyes.
I wanna marry a mechanic
Cause if I lift up my hood
He’ll be under there for hours
Just to fix me up good.
He’ll make me purr like a kitten
When I didn’t know that I could.
Mon Chariôt
On a descendu
Du Yukon à New Brunswick
On a fait la tour
De toutes les petites villes
On a fait pas mal de route
6 mille, 7 cent kilometres
Mais on est rendu
Ousqu’on est senser d’être
Oh Mon Chariot!
On s’en va de nouveau.
On a demander la fille
Au gas station à Charlo
Est-ce qu’elle connaît Guy
Il travaille proche d’icitte
Mais elle ne viens pas de d’là
Elle ne parle même pas le français
Elle est une tête carrée (comme moi!)
Du coin de Dalhousie
Oh Mon Chariot!
On s’en va de nouveau.
Poigné sur le pont
Entre Fredericton et Moncton
Parce qu’un trucker con
A crasher son camion
Plein tempête de neige
Coincé dans le p’tit char bleu
J’ai sortie ma guitare
Et écrit cette p‘tite chanson
Oh Mon Chariot!
On s’en va de nouveau.
On a ben trop bu
En restant à Meteghan
Mais la saison d’homard
Est une raison de célébrer
D’l’argent on a pu
Mais nous sommes ensembles
L’argent se fera encore
Mais la vie se fait une seule fois
Oh Mon Chariot!
On s’en va de nouveau.
Moose Hide Slide
It’s been a long time that the Trondek Hwechin,
Have lived by the river by a great mountain.
There’s a mark there up high where the rockslide gave in,
A scar stretching out just like a moose skin.
Do the moose hide slide.
Can you shimmy? Can you shake it down?
And break it off the mountain?
Take a walk on the rocky side?
Then let it loose and let it slide…
Do the moose hide slide.
Can you shake your jellyroll?
Can you crumble down low?
Can you take a tumble?
And rumble while you stumble…
Do the moose hide slide.
Can you stop and drop that stone face?
Can you halt and let your walls fall with grace?
Can you freeze and flop down to your knees?
Can you shift your cliff and knock your block off?
Leave a trace right to the base?
Do the moose hide slide.
More to Love
I was born to this world. I was brought to life.
My mother was there when I opened my eyes.
She cried and she smiled and she held me tight.
That’s when I discovered love.
He was seventeen. I were sixteen. We had stars in our eyes.
Our hearts were open wide.
We were young. We were free. And so naïve.
That’s when I discovered love.
On and on, love is born.
Just when you think it is done.
On and on, a brave new morning.
There’s always more to love.
I had searched the world wide. I was 29 and tired.
But something was different this time.
He was real. He was kind. Made me laugh, he made me cry.
That’s when I discovered love.
On and on, love is born.
Just when you think it is done.
On and on, a brave new morning.
There’s always more to love.
Just like the sun coming over the horizon,
Love comes ‘round again.
Just like sun, never knowing when it’s rising,
Love will rise again.
I brought to this world a new born life.
I was there when he opened his eyes.
I cried and I smiled and I held him tight.
That’s when I discovered love.
On and on, love is born.
Just when you think it is done.
On and on, a brave new morning.
There’s always more to love.
N'Importe Quoi
Quand j’étais petite ma mere m’a dit
Il y a deux genres de gens
L’un qui vie pour l’amour
Et l’un qui vie pour l’argent.
Maintenant que j’ai grandit
Et je sais qui je suis.
Je sais maintenant
Qu’il y en a trois.
L’autre c’est moi.
L’autre c’est moi.
Car j’ai fini avec l’amour,
Et j’haille l’argent.
La seule chose pour moi
Qui est important
A quelque chose à faire
Avec mon estomac.
Pour un sandwich
Ou un petite pointe de pizza,
Je ferai n’importe quoi.
N’importe quoi pour un repas.
Ça c’est moi.
Peut-être c’est juste moi.
Qui ferai n,importe quoi.
N’importe quoi pour un repas.
Ça c’est moi.
Peut-être c’est juste moi.
Qui ferai n,importe quoi.
N’importe quoi pour un repas.
Mmm foie gras.
Le poisson en beurre blanc.
Une salade niçoise.
Des pommes de terre dauphinoise.
Des pommes de terre n'importe comment.
Des patates frites, des patates pilées, de patates à cheeze whiz.
Ragoût de canard.
Une bonne soupe au pois.
Un peu de roque-fort.
Le gorgonzola.
J'aime beaucoup le fromage.
Le chocolat.
Oh oui oui hon hon hon.
Le chocolat...
J’oublie pourquoi.
Mais je ferai n’importe quoi.
N’importe quoi pour un repas.
Not the End of the World
Springtime can feel like the end of the world.
Everything’s melting and brown.
But summer is coming around the next bend.
And there will be green all around.
Autumn can feel like the end of the world.
Everything’s dying and cold.
But winter is coming around the next bend.
A beautiful quiet untold.
It’s not the end of the world, my friend.
It’s not the end of the world.
It’s not the end of the world, my friend.
It’s not the end of the world.
Heartache can feel like the end of the world.
Everything’s falling apart.
But springtime is coming around the next bend.
And summer is waiting to start.
It’s not the end of the world, my friend.
It’s not the end of the world.
It’s not the end of the world, my friend.
It’s not the end of the world.
Oh Please
They wanna build a pipeline right through our yard
They wanna drill down, undermine our heart
They can’t see the forest
For the trees
Oh please!
They wanna make a beeline right to this spot
They wanna make their money but we can’t be bought
Nor can the forest
Or the trees
Oh please!
They wanna take a hardline to get what they want
They wanna leave our mother barren and gaunt
They can’t see the forest
For the trees
Oh please!
They wanna use a guideline made by a man
In his castle on the hill, far from this land
They don’t know this forest
Or these trees
Oh please!
They came for my neighbor and I didn’t speak out
Now they’re coming for me and there’s nobody to shout
Oh please!
We’re gonna make the headlines fighting this war
We’re not gonna take it form them anymore
We know our energy
Can be clean
Oh please!
Oh please!
Oh please!
Oh please!
Old Shoes
I left my shoes at my lover’s in the city
And when I came back the next year
I dug them out from under his bed
And tried them on for size.
They felt weird to break back in
And to be on this road again
But their soles hadn't
Given in to their demise.
Back in my old shoes again
They keep saying one more bend
Cause they know where they’re going
In the end.
The road is hard and wearing
But as long as I am wearing them
My tender feet won’t have to
Touch the cold hard ground.
My soles are getting thinner
And soon I will be giving in
To bury my old shoes
In the cold hard ground.
Though my laces tie me down,
I can't keep my feet on the ground
Though my tongues are tightly bound,
I can't keep my head out of the clouds.
Old Timer
Hey old timer, can I buy you a beer?
I’d love to hear your story, and what you’re doing here.
Were you a gold miner, through the boom and bust?
Did you stick around in this old town, and settle down in the dust?
At the end of the road, there’s nowhere left to go.
The land got ahold of you and it’s more than the gold.
At the end of the day, when all the dirt has paid.
The ground and the mountains gave you more than you can weigh.
Show me your hands now, twisted and numb.
Is there still a callous in the saddle of your thumb?
Is the river panned out? Or do you still have hope?
For just a little crumb to keep your life afloat.
At the end of the road, there’s nowhere left to go.
The land got ahold of you and it’s more than the gold.
At the end of the day, when all the dirt has paid.
The ground and the mountains gave you more than you can weigh.
This old ghost town has more life than most towns.
When they closed it down, you stayed and made the best of
This old ghost town. It never slowed you down.
If there’s gold in the ground, you’ll trade it all to keep this home you found.
At the end of the road, there’s nowhere left to go.
The land got ahold of you and it’s more than the gold.
At the end of the day, when all the dirt has paid.
The ground and the mountains gave you more than you can weigh.
On the Trail
I don’t get tired
On the trail anymore
I can go on riding
Far beyond before
Cause when I’m with you
When we’re toe and toe
I feel at home
Wherever I go
I used to get real weary
When I traveled
All my loose ends
Ended up unraveled
But with you by my side
I don’t need no where to hide
And I can go on pounding
Down the gravel
It used to be that when I
Went out ramblin’
I’d not get far before my
Head was scramblin’
But now that I have you,
And your love pure and true,
The road is hardly
Half as much demanding.
Taking in the country
It ain’t easy
My wander lust was
Making me feel queezy
But then you came along
And my dizziness was gone
And on we’ll go together
Til we’re wheezin’
Red Lights
We’re rushing to red lights
On sugar dusted roads
We rush toward our death
Shouldering heavy, empty loads
But if my mind is made up right
My shoes are tied on tight
I won’t be stopping every time
I come to a red light
Cause the light outgrows the dark
The fire sends out it’s spark
Trees send out their roots
And a man woos with his remark
Everyone wants to make history
Everything wants to spread it’s seed
The ultimate honour when I leave
Is knowing my spark will outlive me
Cause everything expires
Nothing escapes time
But sparks will fly into the sky
And light some new fires
I gotta be the first in line
Even to stand still
I gotta melt the ice on the road
Before it naturally will.
Cause I gotta drive real fast
And rush to every halt
So dust the road with sugar too
But don’t forget the salt
Red Sails
Red hot.
Love and passion took me fast,
And broke the mold.
I filled my boat with roses and gold.
And out to the ocean I rowed.
Red flags.
I gathered them together,
And I sewed and sewed.
To make a main sail for my little boat.
I worked my heart right down to the bone.
Red sails out in the blue.
My devotion made them bloom.
How wide the ocean that we’re sailing through,
With my red sails in bloom.
Red clouds.
The morning sky a warning to my,
Little boat.
But I didn’t know the whole sky could come down on me.
I was out too dee-ee-eep.
Red sails out in the blue.
My devotion made them bloom.
How wide the ocean that we’re sailing through,
With my red sails in bloom.
Red bones.
My shredded sails and fairytales,
All overthrown.
My gold and roses going down like stones.
My little boat all broken and floating home.
Red sails out in the blue.
My devotion made them bloom.
How wide the ocean that we’re sailing through,
With my red sails in bloom.
Red Tape Rag
(Bureaucracy)
I went down to the doctor today
To see if he could heal my pain
But all I could see was a pretty
Lady at the desk.
Do you have your ID
And your health care card?
I don’t know, just take a look,
I think I broke my arm. She said:
Fill out the form, stand in line,
Take a number honey, can’t you read the sign?
The bureaucratic red tape rag.
Cross your T’s and dot your I’s,
Mind your P’s and Q’s and don’t roll your eyes.
The bureaucratic red tape rag.
I was on the road with my one-man band,
Arriving at the border of my motherland.
Apparently I didn’t have
Official document number nine.
But I had my ID
And my health care card.
I’m sorry we can’t let you in,
Our lines are drawn real hard.
I like ice cream when I’m sore.
So I went to my neighborhood corner store.
What did I see on the wall?
But a 30 odd 6 for sale. (That’s a gun!)
I didn’t need my ID
Or my health care card.
I even got some free ice cream
And a bottle from the bar.
I didn’t have to fill out a form or stand in line.
There wasn’t even any paperwork to sign.
The bureaucratic red tape rag.
No T’s to cross, no dots to eye,
No P’s or Q’s or thanks required.
The bureaucratic red tape rag.
Remembering the Rainbow
I’m remembering the rainbow,
That appeared in the clear blue sky.
I’m remembering the rainbow.
Not a cloud for miles and miles.
A sign sent down out of the clear blue.
A sign sent down for me and you.
On our wedding day it all went astray.
Someone stole the money, there were bills to pay.
We forgot the papers, the guests came late,
We lost our wedding bands.
But the sky was blue, and our love was true.
Grandma held the baby while we said I do.
Then a rainbow grew in the sky so blue
As we joined our hands.
As the years go by and our love is tried,
Every time we argue or you make me cry,
I can close my eyes and go back in time,
To see that coloured band.
When it is hard to find and my memory’s blind,
When love is not a fairytale, when it’s a grind,
I keep in mind how the stars aligned,
When I was dealt your hand.
Rounding the Bend
I’m rounding the bend into my home valley
I never knew I’d ever be gone again
So long now, here we are rounding the bend.
It’s been so long since I’ve been home.
My, how the trees have grown.
And all of my old friends.
I’m rounding the bend into my home valley
I never knew I’d ever be gone again
So long now, here we are rounding the bend.
I can hear the cow bells ringing.
I can hear my sister singing.
And dad’s old violin.
I’m rounding the bend into my home valley
I never knew I’d ever be gone again
So long now, here we are rounding the bend.
I can smell the woodsmoke
Sweeping by the willows.
Don’t want this trail to end.
Ruthie T.
Her name was Ruthie T and she looked just like
Marilyn Monroe.
She was so sweet, not one malicious
Bone from head to toe.
She came from a place with wide open space
Out where the wild things grow.
But it couldn’t hold her, and when she got older
She left her wholesome home.
She down to the city,
Down to the nitty-gritty,
She got tangled up with guy named Ace,
Like a moth to a warm fire glow.
Ruthie T, where could that poor girl be?
Ruthie T, the truth will set you free.
Ace had the face of a bulldog.
His checkered past was hard.
But little Ruthie, all she saw
Was a poor boy trapped in a game of cards
She gave him all her money
Everything she saved from home
He said he’d make her a playboy bunny.
Just some things you got to know
Practice makes perfect
You got to know how to work it.
You turn enough tricks tonight
Tomorrow I’ll make things right.
Ruthie T, where could that poor girl be?
Ruthie T, the truth will set you free.
In the morning they found a body
Floating out in the bay
Nobody knows exactly what happened
But this is what they say
Her money wasn’t all she brought
Down with her from the farm
She had a pistol in her pocket
In case she came to harm.
Ruthie T, she went and set him free.
Ruthie T, she went and set him free.
Ruthie T, where could that poor girl be?
Ruthie T, the truth will set you free.
Snow
Snow is dry. It’s slightly wet.
Snow is lighter than rain.
Snow is white. It brightens the night.
But snow will darken the day.
Snow can be fine. Snow can shine.
Snow can sparkle like fame.
Snow brings silence down from the sky.
Snow, it freezes the pain.
Snow.
Snow can slide us when we ride it.
Snow is an endless game.
Snow can show the pride in our eyes.
Snow can build the home we name.
Snow can bind us. Snow can blind us.
Snow can take all the blame.
Snow can hide the truth we deny.
Snow will cover the stains.
Snow.
Snow like a kite can stay in flight.
Snow can dance all day.
Snow will find a time to die.
Snow will melt in the spring.
Snow.
Stampedes of Water
Stampedes of water
And manes of white horses
Swallowed stampeders
And dreams of their gold.
But those who made history
Were just as forgotten
Cause we’ll never know if
The truth is what we’re told.
George Carmack had a dream
To be Chief of a tribe
And a vision of a salmon
With gold nugget eyes.
When he found Skookum Jim
He married Jim’s sister Kate
And they made the first find
Making others too late.
In Skagway Joe Brooks
Pushed his mules overboard,
Swam with them ashore
And bred them 300 more.
Packing goods up the pass
He made thousands a day.
He lay nuggets on the bar
“Everyone drinks!” he’d say.
You’d know him to see him
Riding full tilt through town,
With his two tiny sons
One tucked under each arm.
The rush to the riches
Where pioneers were grown.
A rushing river of lost souls
And seeds barely sewn.
Martha Black from high society
To the Yukon to find gold.
Her rich husband in Hawaii,
Her and her baby in the cold.
After running a sawmill
And an ore-crushing plant,
It takes a tough Yukon lady
To survive parliament.
Sticky Feet
Sticky feet.
I want to have sticky feet.
I want to walk up the wall.
And hang from the ceiling.
Sticky feet.
I want to have sticky feet.
And want to stand upside down.
Oh what a feeling!
The human fly is a high-rise climbing guy.
He can stick to the side, and tickle the sky.
He’s never in a pickle, with his…
Sticky feet.
I want to have sticky feet.
I want to lean back and forth.
While clinging to the floor.
I’m never blue if I get gum on my shoe.
It doesn’t bother me at all.
But it drives my mother up the wall.
Sticky feet.
I want to have sticky feet.
I want to walk up the wall.
And hang from the ceiling.
Sticky feet.
I want to have sticky feet.
And want to stand upside down.
Oh what a feeling!
Stone
I fell like a stone
Through the pane of your window,
If I’d known it was yours
I’d stay away.
If I still had that stone
I would keep it for my own
And save it for
A rainy day.
This big empty glass house
Has always been my home
But now I’ve gone and
Thrown it all away.
Like blood from a stone
I escaped from your shadow
Should’ve known it was
Far too dark a place.
If I filled up a bowl
With a drop from every stone
I’d have a fine
Collection made.
No matter how I squeeze
There’s no life to be released
So now I’ve finally
Torn myself away.
Two birds with a stone
Was the aim of your arrow
To cut through two hearts
With one blade.
If I’d known you were cold
Enough to pull back on your bow
I’d tell the little birds
To fly away.
This big empty glass house
Will always be my home
And all your stones were
Thrown in vain.
Superhero
You’re a super hero, to the rescue.
A super hero, saving the world.
You’re a super hero, to the rescue.
A super hero with a heart of gold.
Spiderman and Superman, and Wonder Woman too,
With all their magic powers, and suits of red and blue,
Ironman and Batman, Hercules and Sailor Moon,
They’ve got nothing on you.
Lightning speed and fists of steel, spider sense or a Batmobile,
All the invisible force fields and powers unrevealed,
Laser beams and sonic screams, anything that you can dream
Nothing compares to having you on my team.
You’re a super hero, to the rescue.
A super hero, saving the world.
You’re a super hero, to the rescue.
A super hero with a heart of gold.
Swan Song
When I was a little girl
I told my mother I’d be good,
But I sold my only locket
To a stranger in the wood.
He was there one moment
Next thing, he was gone,
And all that he had left me
Was a dollar in my palm.
Oh Mama.
I’ll be good.
I took my only dollar
Down to the river bend
And bought a pack of cigarettes
To share them with a friend
They were full one moment
Next thing they were gone.
Soon my friend was on her way
And the sun no longer shone.
Oh Mama.
I’ll be good.
The night was dark and hollow
With no one on the road
I would keep on moving as long as my
Blackened lungs would hold
My breath was there one moment
Next thing it was gone.
Down I lay beneath the trees
And folded like a swan.
Oh Mama.
I’ll be good.
The Cave
I want to crawl into the cave
Between your arms
And sleep next to the warmth
Of your fire.
I want to crawl into your cave
And light a fire,
And sleep under your shelter
Out of harm.
I’ll paint pictures
On the walls
Of all the animals.
I will forage
In the forest,
I’ll find food for us.
What’s mine is yours.
I will hide with you
When the lions come,
On their nightly hunt .
I will fight with you
When the lions come,
I’ll throw fire at them.
The Colour Blue
When I was a child
My only friend
Was the neighbor kid
Who mixed up blue and red.
He couldn’t see the difference
Now he’s a jailbird in blue.
Nobody sees the colour blue
Like I do.
When I see the ocean
Or look into the sky.
I pity all the people
Who are just passing by.
They don’t seem to notice
Don’t even have a clue.
Nobody sees the colour blue
Like I do.
If I were a painter
And I saw your face
I’d see hues of blue
No matter what your race
We’re all red underneath
But on the surface it’s blue.
Nobody sees the colour blue
Like I do.
Now that I’ve grown up
And invented the wheel
How could anybody
Know how I feel?
Even if they spent the day
In my suede shoes.
Nobody sees the colour blue
Like I do.
Ton Temps
Je n’savais pas q’y’avait cette gear-là dans la vie
Tu roules 100 miles à l’heure, mais personne te suit
J’aimerais bien ça, embarquer avec toi,
Si jamais tu ralentis assez pour me voir.
Arrête-toi donc, et prends ton temps.
Je t’attends içi au bord du chemin,
Mon pouce en l’air, je fais des signes de mains
Même demain je serais encore là.
Tu sais que mes esssaies n’arrêteront pas.
Arrête-toi donc, et prends ton temps.
Ton temps, ton temps, ton temps, ton temps.
Arrête-toi donc et prends ton temps.
Y’a rien de mieux que se promener dans le bois
Mais j”ai mal au coeur, c’est pas la premiere fois.
Toi, tu conduis comme t”as peur de rester pris.
Mais au moins, t’es pas platte comme une plié.
Arrête-toi donc, et prends ton temps.
Ton temps, ton temps, ton temps, ton temps.
Arrête-toi donc et prends ton temps.
Je n’veux rien que te donner un élan,
Sans mêler tes voiles, ni prendre ton vent.
Mais si qu’tu continue comme un ouragan.
Tu te trouverais planter dans le champ.
Arrête-toi donc, et prends ton temps.
Ton temps, ton temps, ton temps, ton temps.
Arrête-toi donc et prends ton temps.
Top of the World
Just give me enough
To rise with the sunrise
And stay with the stars
When the moon shines
On top of the world.
Just give me enough.
I don’t need much.
To be on top of the world.
I don’t need
Very much
Just me.
Trapline
I’m checking my trapline. Now what have we got. I could use a fox or two.
I’m checking my trapline. While it’s still hot. I’m gonna put you in a stew.
I’m checking my trapline. And feeling fine.
I’m checking my trapline.
Don’t worry I won’t skin you. You might just be too thin to eat.
Or knock me off my feet.
I’d even take a beaver. To quell my cabin fever.
Oh such sweet meat.
I’m checking my trapline. For something to snack. A little sparse between the ears.
I’m checking my trapline. Let’s look in the back. Sometimes the best is in the rear.
I’m checking my trapline. And feeling fine.
I’m checking my trapline.
Don’t worry I’ll be gentle. When I put you on my mantle.
Stuffed. I won’t be too rough.
Now don’t be sentimental. It’s only elemental.
This gal needs a fluffy muff.
I’m checking my trapline. Setting some snares.
I’m checking my trapline. Don’t worry, I’ll share.
I’m checking my trapline. Wa-wa-wa. Snap.
I’m checking my trapline.
Underduck
I went to the playground, I went to the park.
The sun was setting, it was getting dark.
I tried the teeter-totter and the slide.
Then something over on the other side caught my eye.
There were four poles holding up a big cross bar,
Chains hanging down, but not too far,
To a black rubber seat, made just for me.
I swung back and forth, baby, until I felt so free.
I wanna swing so high
I wanna swing so high in the sky
I wanna swing so high
So give me an underduck daddy or I’m gonna cry.
I was kinda scared on my first day of school.
I didn’t know anyone, I felt like a fool.
I sat all alone on the swing set feeling blue.
And when I looked around, all the other kids looked sad too.
So I hopped off my swing and I offered to help.
I pushed everybody til they rang like bells.
They were all smiling and laughing in the end.
And before I knew it, I had five new friends.
I wanna swing so high
I wanna swing so high in the sky
I wanna swing so high
So give me an underduck daddy or I’m gonna cry.
Unite on the Moon
What strange creatures we are
Thirsty for love and war
But one thing we can agree
We can unite on the moon.
Unite on the moon.
Unite on the moon.
By night it’s white and by day it’s grey.
We can unite on the moon.
The moon is upstaged by so many lights,
It can’t find its way through the crowd
But maybe one day we won’t be half as bright
And we’ll try not to be so loud.
Unite on the moon.
Unite on the moon.
By night it’s white and by day it’s grey.
We can unite on the moon.
What right does the moon have
Shining bright like a star?
How dare that rock up there
Be brighter than us by far.
Unite on the moon.
Unite on the moon.
By night it’s white and by day it’s grey.
We can unite on the moon.
We can unite on the –
Stop the fight on the -
Maybe just one night on the –
We’ll make it right on the –
We can unite on the moon.
We Drink
Ontario they make syrup
Québec ils jouent bien le hockey.
The maritimes have lobster
Nunavut has none of it eh?
The prairies they grow grass
In BC they grow it like stink
NWT they folk on the rocks
And in the Yukon we drink.
We drink when we are happy
We drink when we are sad.
We drink as though it’s going outta style
A forever passing fad.
We drink all through the winter
To stay warm and fight melancholy.
We drink all through the summer
The sun won’t sleep, so why should we?
We drink at school
We drink in a house or a car.
When we’re too drunk to be a door man.
We kick ourselves out of bar.
We drink when it is freezing.
We drink when it’s just cold.
We drink when anyone we know
Turns one more half day old.
We drink at the ski hill
We drink for a hole in one.
We drink with our Grandma
When she gets her colon done.
We drink as we grow old.
We drink when we’re breast fed.
We brush our teeth with vodka
And take two beers to bed.
Wild North
We’re rolling down a gravel highway.
This’ll be the life, if I have it my way.
Don’t need any of that city living.
It’s too pretty and I never fit in.
Oh the wild, wild north.
My only home.
Oh the wild, wild north.
My only home.
Nothing but the buckbrush waving.
I’ve never been much on praying.
But I hope this old truck won’t need towing.
There’s no service where I’m going.
Oh the wild, wild north.
My only home.
Oh the wild, wild north.
My only home.
Only the strong will survive here.
Only if your heart is good inside.
Through the night we’ll keep on driving.
The sky’s so bright in endless twilight.
Keep me up and keep me laughing.
We’ll get through whatever happens.
Oh the wild, wild north.
My only home.
Oh the wild, wild north.
My only home.
Yo-Yo
Am I a yo-yo to you? A toy on a string.
To wind around your finger. What joy I can bring.
Play with me all day, or put me away.
Fling me and swing me. I’m easy that way.
Am I a yo-yo to you? To practice your tricks.
You’re walking the dog. You’re getting your kicks.
Throw me away and I’ll come right back.
Bounce me up and down and I’ll stay on track.
I’m waiting for the string to break
So I can finally roll away.
I’ll fly off to some quiet place.
The only way you’ll find me ’s if you miss me someday.
Am I a yo-yo to you? You pull me up and put me down.
You drag me on the ground, and spin me around.
You’ve got me at the end of my rope.
I’m only hanging on cause I can’t let go.
Your Christmas Time
I need nothing from you this Christmas.
Please don’t spend a dime.
I need nothing from you this Christmas.
All I need is your time.
The streets are snowy.
Our cheeks are rosy.
We will be cozy feeling,
Christmas Eve tonight.
I need nothing from you this Christmas.
Please don’t spend a dime.
I need nothing from you this Christmas.
All I need is your time.
The wind is blowing.
The moon is glowing.
We will leave all the trees,
Growing in the pines.
Let’s go look at all the pretty lights.
Let’s go drive around til we get tired.
Your smile is golden.
Our hands are holding.
We don’t need more to feel this,
Blissful Christmas night.
I need nothing from you this Christmas.
Please don’t spend a dime.
I need nothing from you this Christmas.
All I need is your time.
Yukon Gold
When the call of the Yukon is calling me home
You're bound to find me on the road.
When I'm sick of the sidewalk for getting around
You'll find me back on the uneven ground.
When all of the people make me cold and alone
You’ll find me back in my warm winter home.
My Yukon gold, my Yukon home.
I'm coming back to you.
When the bright lights blind me the midnight sun finds me
And guides me home to the Yukon.
When the wind takes pity on the still frozen air
It sweeps me away and I'm already there.
When fools mine for gold and greed fills the gutter
I'll be mining for truth in the Yukon.
But I must go and roam out there on my own
So I know I want to come home.
When the dark nights of winter just aren't long enough
I long for sundogs howling at the moon.
When rivers of money flow by undesired
I'll wind my way down the river Yukon.
When the cold concrete high-rises get me down.
I'll rise up with the mountains around.