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Great White North
02:54
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It’s a ghost town at game night
When your friends are in other towns
A sardine city can’t infinitely grow
So it forced them out
They left for greener pastures
They left for greener wallets
I’ve felt a little green myself
Sick with envy newly felt
And less and less is keeping me here
Last year should have been my last year
It’s time for reinvention, it’s time to venture forth
I’ll be moving to the great white north
Shoulder to shoulder, it’s getting
Older and older
To make time for a place
That has no room for me
And the mountains may be patient
but they won’t last forever
Better make your someday someday soon
Before someday becomes never
And less and less is keeping me here
Last year should have been my last year
It’s time for reinvention, it’s time to venture forth
I’ll be moving to the great white north
(instrumental break)
And less and less is keeping me here
Last year should have been my last year
It’s time for reinvention, it’s time to venture forth
I’ll be moving to the great white north
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Trailer
03:45
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In a trailer overlooking creation
Nestled gently between cigarettes and wine
Never read a Bible or much of anything else
But I’d still know a miracle if I went blind
The morning after, we reattach our sanctuary
To a 4x4 with chains of our design
And our pilgrimage moves slowly, we’ve got 40 years at least
To get lost in the desert and each other
I don’t want anything but wandering with you
You go your way, I’ll go your way too
Part of me is not surprised to see you part the oceans
Seconds before I was sure to drown
Bemused and patient as I’m coughing out seawater
Smile weakly, and gently ask where to?
I don’t want anything but wandering with you
You go your way, I’ll go your way too
You go your way, I’ll go your way too
You go your way, I’ll go your way too
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Ship of Theseus
03:18
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A mind more like a strainer than a steel trap
A spine that holds its shape like a worn out paperback
At some point vintage means it’s seen better days
A collage of polaroids on my bedroom wall
To remind me of the days when I thought we could have it all
I start to flip them over to remember old friends names
How much of me
Can I leave behind and still be
The same old me?
I am a ship of Theseus
Held together by my blood
Am I a self? Ridiculous
A ghost, a blip, a ship of Theseus
Every ten years it’s a brand new me
Turning over cells while I slowly go crazy
Report to the ministry for new ID
Use someone else’s photo and break the continuity
Piece by piece at least it seems like
Change is death and
Life is strange and
Lovers strangers
Rearranging
Time, time, time
How much of me
Can I leave behind and still be
The same old me?
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The Skedaddler
02:07
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I’m dead broke, I’m dead broke, so I’ve nothing to lose
I’ve the whole wide world before me to live where I choose
I’m at home in the wild woods wherever I be
Though dead broke, though dead broke, the skedaddler is free
From White Rock to the Yukon
From Nelson to Haida Gwaii
There is gold in the rivers, fish in every pond
And If collectors should find me, I’ll blame some other guy
I’m dead lucky, I’m dead lucky, that I ran across you
At a crossroads in a mountain pass in Old Caribou
Now we’re at home in the wild woods, with every tent we pitch
Though dead broke, though dead broke, the skedaddler is rich
From White Rock to the Yukon
From Nelson to Haida Gwaii
There is gold in the rivers, fish in every stream
And if collectors find me, we’ll pack our things and leave
Now I’m dead, just plain dead, the cold caught up to me
At least those bloodthirsty collectors won’t have nothing left to eat
And tho I miss you something awful, miss you through and through
In the next life we will meet again, in Old Caribou
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The Rattler
02:26
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In the desert between hospitals, where things are bound to go wrong
Lizards long for water and the vultures singing songs
A buzzing in my ears and a shaking in my boots
Never see the danger there disguised among the roots
There lies the rattler
Found too late
What does it matter
You’ve sealed your fate
Friends might try to warn you
Try to keep you safe
You never know a snake until it bites you in the face
Wearing rose coloured glasses
Looking at red flags
Got to see what you don’t wanna see
And believe people when they show you who they really are
They won’t change unless they want to
Less often than you think by far
So listen close
There lies the rattler
Found too late
So pay attention
Don’t make the same mistake
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6. |
Applause For One
04:08
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Whaddya mean a backyard stage ain’t civilized
Just me and the dog, a guitar, and the stars, that’s pretty fine
I wanna thank everybody who made it, we’re gonna have a real good time
Aw thanks man, for the pat on the back, I really needed that tonight
Tonight I’ll play a show
Performing solo
Applause for one
Clap if you’re having fun
Applause for one
Clap if you’re having fun
The company leaves much to be desired
But at least the drinks are cheap
You’d think the crowd could refrain from the heckles and barbs
But the insults here cut deep
Hey, c’mon, this one’s brand new
I’m still working out the kinks
Tough crowd tonight, tough crowd everynight
I’m not afraid to tell me what I think
Tonight I’ll play a show
Performing solo
Applause for one
Clap if you’re having fun
Applause for one
Clap if you’re having fun X2
Tonight I’ll play a show
Performing solo
(instrumental)
Tonight I’ll play a show
Performing solo
(Chorus, applause for one)
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Check Your Baggage
04:07
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Check your baggage, emotional baggage
Before you get on that plane
life is too short for new places
To bring old pain
So tonight I’m packing light
And if you don’t keep me in your sights
I might just float away
I was tired of feeling so heavy
Turns out my baggage was tired of me
With an email my baggage walked out on its own two feet
So I’d better start packing light
And if you could hold me in your arms tonight
I might not fall away
And though I told you that it was okay
And i know that things will be better this way
Though i said what I needed to say
You can sure get attached to your baggage
Get attached to your pain
Get attached to your burdens
Get attached to your hate
So check all your baggage, emotional baggage
Before you get on, that plane
(instrumental)
Life is too short for new places to bring old pain
So I’d better start packing light
And if you could hold me in your arms tonight
I might not fall away
And though I told you that it was okay
And i know that things will be better this way
Though i said what I needed to say
You can sure get attached to your baggage
Get attached to your pain
Get attached to your burdens
Get attached to your hate
So check all your baggage, emotional baggage
Before you get on, that plane
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8. |
Patio Nights
02:57
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A patio night is enhanced by the rain
In the same way that love is enhanced by your brain
Both impermanent and fleeting
But always worth repeating
Noticing that something feels nice
You posted a post-it note that you wrote
By the side of the bed to get me out of my head
To help me see myself
The way you see me
It didn’t work, but the thought was nice
I’m not having much success staying out of my deep dark dreams
Problems with consciousness, thank god you’re on my team
Now the patio lights are all out of sync
Poetry in oceans never lets the ink dry
On any of the pages,
No wisdom and no sages
But thats called freedom, and I guess thats nice
A postman arrives with a bundle of love
Care of no one at all, mcdonalds coupons and dove soap
Except for a postcard
I never could discard
Says “get well soon!” and I think that’s nice
I’m not having much success staying out of my deep dark dreams
Problems with consciousness, thank god you’re on my team
A patio night is enhanced by the rain
In the same way that loss can turn into a gain
Nonsense in couplet ^
There is no replacing you
Thank god you’re on my team
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9. |
Hitchhiking to Heaven
03:18
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Standing by the freeway
Baptized by the rain
Hitchiking to heaven
Just aint the same
Just ain’t the same
Left you at the train station
About 40 miles back
They don’t run where I’m going
Way out past the tracks
Way out past the tracks
Should one kind soul take pity upon me
67 cadillac with heated leather seats
I’d ask where could I find me
Such a pristine machine
Reply as you caress your
Dancing Hula Jesus(TM)
“For every proud American,
A brand new car’s like being born again!”
Pushed out into traffic
Couldn’t shut my big mouth
Maybe the next one
Can take me to the train
Take me to the train
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Hurry
02:50
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Some folks watch the sunset
But leave before it’s done
Some folks feel that life is set
To the pace of a starting gun
Oh, I’m not in a hurry
I looked here, and I looked there
And I can’t find a scorecard anywhere
Oh, I’m not in a hurry
(break)
I don’t need no champagne
Or fancy cigars
I don’t need to jet planes
No speedboats, no fast cars
Oh, I’m not in a hurry
There ain’t no foolin, no need to pretend
That we don’t all look alike in the end
(break)
I love me a woman who smells every rose
Making friends and turning heads
Everywhere she goes
Oh, I’m not in a hurry
I’ll be your man til the end of days
Holding hands into the grave
Oh, I’m not in a hurry
There ain’t no foolin, no need to pretend
That we don’t all look alike in the end
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I could never make it in your house
Now you can’t even make it in my life
I’m so tired of loving you
You’re so tired of loving me too
I can’t even make it past good morning
Before everything you done me wrong is swarming
I’m so tired of loving you
You’re so tired of loving me too
Staring at each other, waiting for the other
To make a move
And if I call your bluff, cause I’ve really had enough
Is there anything left to lose?
I’m so tired of loving you
You’re so tired of loving me too
I’m so tired of loving you
You’re so tired of loving me too
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12. |
Chalk and Glitter
03:30
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Loveless in Seattle, that’ll make you see the world
Pratfalls and curtain calls, nevertheless undeterred
You changed your plane, just because you wanted to make it
Bloody nosed money binge, icing sugar on your daddy
Behind the curtain, a body waits for you
Outlined in chalk and glitter, sweating morning dew
Ahs
Loveless in the bathroom, handprints on the tile wall
Had enough, straighten up, posture of a golden doll
Entrance at a party, gliding down a spiral stair
Wearing your vision, beloved anywhere
Behind the curtain, a body waits for you
Outlined in chalk and glitter, sweating morning dew
Ahhhhs
Outlined in chalk and glitter, sweating morning dew
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13. |
Found My Drug
04:21
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I found my drug
Keeping me light as a feather
My cup runneth over
Now i’ll be high forever
Found my drug
The words I need, aren’t on this paper
The food I need, isn’t in this bowl
I know, my answers, aren’t in this bottle
Cause they’re right here, right here, right here all along
Sweeping it under the rug
I found my drug
Keeping me light as a feather
My cup runneth over
Now i’ll be high forever
Found my drug
The threat I need, isn’t on this needle
The dime I need, well it ain’t in this bag
I know, my love, isn’t in this evil
I’m gonna clean it up (clean it up!) clean myself up
Sweeping it under the rug
I found my drug
Keeping me light as a feather
My cup runneth over
Now i’ll be high forever
Found my drug
Found my Drug x#
and it’s you
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Dave Cherub Vancouver, British Columbia
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