B i o g r a p h y
 (by Official site)

3 years less 3 days ago I put out my last record. The night before I spent 13 hours on a greyhound bus going from Canada to New York City for an appearance on the David Letterman show. As fate would have it, my flight was cancelled after a massive storm blew into the eastern seaboard closing all NYC airports. When I reached the border, the customs officer was quite amused by my reason for going to New York. “To perform on a late-night television show,” I said. She probably thought I was nuts, but let me get back on the bus. I later recalled someone backstage saying to me, “You know, honey, most people just cancel.” Not likely. And so a year and half began that led to some amazing times. I got to play on Austin City Limits, open for Willie Nelson, John Prine, Aimee Mann, My Morning Jacket, John Mayer and Bryan Adams. I was invited to perform at Farm Aid ( I cried when Neil Young played “Old Man”), played the Grand Old Opry (Colin wore his original Nudie Suit!), had a song in Cameron Crowe's “Elizabethtown”, toured Australia, Europe, in a van, in a tour bus, by plane, by ferry, solo and with a band…... and then home. Most people put out records more frequently than every three years, but after a long run on the road, I had some things I wanted to do. First I bought a Heintzman piano and committed the fall of 2006 to learning how to play. I worked at a winery in the spring, practiced my violin more than I have in years, gardened relentlessly, started jogging, played a few random shows, and sung on some friends' albums, including John Doe's song “Golden State” which I'm very proud of.

In January 2007, I started working with Jim Scott at Plyrz studios. I wanted to work with Jim ever since I read his name on the back cover of Whiskeytown's “Strangers Almanac”. We hit it off so well mixing “Back To Me” that it was an easy decision to go back for more. A dream come true, I had to frequently pinch myself having him by my side during the making of this record. I was such an honor working with Don Heffington, Bob Glaub, Benmont Tench, and Greg Leisz, who served mainly as my band. It is always a risk recording with people who don't know you, but not in this case. “The Cheapest Key” was a song I wasn't sure was even ready to record, but after a few passes, we had the take and it remains in my mind the most fun song I've ever recorded. “Goodnight, California” is a six and a half minute song we got on the second take. It features a bass line that was played impeccably by Sebastian Steinberg, with John Guinty on Hammond. “I Make the Dough, You Get the Glory” was a song I wrote after Jim Scott overheard me singing one line I had written. He pushed me to finish it at the hotel that night, and with a little help from some wine I did. We tracked it the next morning. Most of the vocal is live off the floor, as is all of Greg Liesz's amazing pedal steel part. My mother is featured on the “oohs” in the choruses, which I threatened to take off the track when she complained about the title of “Sure As Shit”.

Kevin Fox, a longtime Canadian aquaintance must be mentioned for arranging the strings, but for also letting me play in the string quartet. I also recorded with some other Canadian friends including Gary Craig (drums), Bob Packwood (keys), Justin Rutledge (vocals), Paul Reddick (harmonica) and of course, Jim Bryson and Colin Cripps. In my living room we recorded some piano, electric guitar and Jim sang on “Asking For Flowers. We had to turn off the furnace in between takes so we wouldn't hear the rumble of the boiler. My hope for this record was to play with some musicians I had not yet already. To see through a sonic vision living in my head. To commit myself to being precise as well as open-minded. To have bare-bones folk songs, but also lush instrumental pieces. Most importantly, I wanted to write songs that tell a story, be it mine or someone else's with honesty and integrity. These songs came from a very true place in my heart, perhaps the reason they took so long to write. Plus, I finally got to do my first guitar solo (it's on “Run”), which is a major accomplishment when you're married to a guitarist extraordinaire. And so now I'm looking forward to all the touring ahead, reinventing the songs as we play them live, and seeing new and familiar faces. I feel so privileged to do what I do and aspire to be great at it. I know I've rambled too long now, but if I didn't want to be great, I might as well just stay home. And I don't want to. I'd also prefer not taking the greyhound bus to Letterman anymore.
Thank you.




Failer
- 2003-01-14 -

Six O' Clock News
One More Song the Radio Won't Like
Hockey Skates
The Lone Wolf
12 Bellevue
Mercury
Westby
Maria
National Steel
Sweet Little Duck


Back to Me
- 2005-03-01 -

In State
Back to Me
Pink Emerson Radio
Independent Thief
Old Time Sake
Summerlong
What Are You Waiting For
Away
Somewhere Else
Copied Keys
Good Things


Asking For Flowers
- 2008-03-04 -



Buffalo
The Cheapest Key
Asking For Flowers
Alicia Ross
I Make The Dough, You Get The Glory
Oil Man's War
Sure As Shit
Run
Oh Canada
Scared At Night
Goodnight, California

Lazy Eye (I-tunes Bonus Track)

Voyageur
- 2012-01-17 -



Empty Threat
Chameleon/Comedian
A Soft Place to Land
Change the Sheets
House Full of Empty Rooms
Mint
Sidecars
Pink Champagne
Going to Hell
For the Record

Non Albums Tracks
- Misc -

5 years
100 Years From Now
A Face In The Crowd
Big Star
Caroline
Changes
Harper Valley P.T.A.
I Can't Give You Up
Imagine
I'm On Fire
Injustica
Juanita
Make Me A Pallet On The Floor
Money Talks
Nagasaki
Only Love Can Break Your Heart
Shinny
Taste Of The Sun
Titled Untitled
Unknown Legend
We'll Sweep Out The Ashes In The Morning
What A Wonderful World
When will I Be Loved
Wildflowers
Wordgamething
Yes I Guess They Oughta Name A Drink After You


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Failer

Six O'Clock News

Copper on the corner and he loaded two rounds
And I can't even get inside to talk you down
Peter, sweet baby, where'd you get that gun
You spend half your life trying to turn the other half around

And I tried to come clean, but I guess it's no use
Your face is all over six o'clock news
They cleared the street and then they closed the schools
I can't even get inside

Did you lose your head when the farm went down
Was is when your daddy died after he moved to town
And I know your momma calls you good for nothing
She says her baby is a failure and she don't want you calling

And I tried to come clean, but I guess it's no use
Your face is all over six o'clock news
They cleared the street and then they closed the schools
I can't even get inside

Peter, sweet baby, there's something I need to say to you
I'm gonna have your baby this coming June
We could get a little place down by Gilmour Park
You could do a little time and save my broken heart

And I tried to come clean, but I guess it's no use
Your face is all over six o'clock news
They cleared the street and then they closed the schools
I can't even get inside

And I tried to come clean, but I guess it's no use
Copper when ahead and he just shot you through
Now you're lying dead on the avenue
And I can't feel my broken heart
And I can't feel my broken heart

One More Song The Radio Won't Like

Johnny little rocket star, flashing the label's credit card
His name is at the door
But no one knew what for
Says he's got a strategy
I'm a test of his sanity
Wire cars and whiskey
Bad debts and dirty laundry

You can't even make up my mind
You can't even make up my mind
One more song the radio won't like

Reel it in and shut your mouth
Reputations are in doubt
Write a hit so I can talk you up
No one likes a girl who won't sober up

You can't even make up my mind
You can't even make up my mind
One more song the radio won't like

So brush your hair and straighten up
Put down the drink you just got
Johnny little rocket star
Picked up a girl at the bar

So I keep my sanity
Wire cars and everything
I guess that we are through
The bad advice from you

You can't even make up my mind
You can't even make up my mind
One more song the radio won't like

Hockey Skates

Going down in the same old town down the same street to the same bar
And the same old people saying hi and I don't care
Going down in the same old bar and I don't even order anymore
I am so sick of consequence and the look on your face
I am tired of playing defence
I don't even have hockey skates

You can meet me at ten thirty
I won't be there I'll be gone
We can talk like we are friends
Going over it all again
Talking about everything I am doing wrong

Do you wish your nose was longer
So you'd have an excuse not to see past it
Do you wish the lights were brighter in the city that you live
I am so sick of consequence

Do you think your boys club will crumble
Just because of a loud-mouthed girl

Lone Wolf

He was the lone wolf you could see it in his eyes
The way he held his heart the way he held his lies
Sometimes he's just show up outside on the porch
And hour at a time like a lonely whore

She was a scarecrow the way she always looked around
For something she once had and never could be found
Time was on her side but she never kept track
All the hunters came and took her memories back

Once they met inside a dirty curtained room
And the rain fell down hard that day onto the tin roof
She said "I've seen you before, I've been looking for you
Better keep your heart close hunters are coming for you"
He said "I've seen them before and I always get away
'Cause you will never stop looking and I will never stay"

The lone wolf kissed her mouth like so many before
Scarecrow closed her eyes and then she closed the door
And the rain fell down on the tin roof when the hunters came that night
Stole all of her memories killed the wolf and all his lies

12 Bellevue

I'm not gonna lie
Not gonna make up my mind tonight
I'm not gonna pretend
I cleared out of town so I could clear my head

I'm not gonna smile
All the shit that's happened is gonna take a while
I don't want to be your friend
Just take off your clothes and get into my bed

And the press is after you
Jumping over fences just to see who's cool
And now I stand accused
I put a hole in your heart
Then I fed it to you

I'm not gonna think
About all the shit you want me to think
I'm not gonna say
Who I spent my time with yesterday

I'm not gonna choose
In the end either way I still lose
I'm not gonna wait
I was thinking about drinking my way through the day

And the press is after you
Jumping over fences just to see who's cool
And now I stand accused
I put a hole in your heart
Then I fed it to you

Mercury

Wanna go get high
Mercury is parked outside, under the light
Wanna take me to
The parking lot of the old high school

And it's like you said
I would've turned up dead in the car
And it's like you said
I would've turned up dead in the car

Wanna go get high
Mercury is parked outside, under the light
Wanna take me to
The parking lot of the old high school

And it's like you said
I would've turned up dead in the car
And it's like you said
I would've turned up dead in the car

Westby

Got your little secret, no I will not tell
You're trying to sober up in the highway motel
And my hands are covered with your smell
You begged me to stay and sing you a song
I dance dirty for you 'Cause it turns you on
And I'm a little bleeder with white pants on

And if you weren't so old, I'd probably keep you
If you weren't so old, I'd tell my friends
But I don't think your wife would like my friends

I've got a hit for everyday of the week
I gave you something of mine that was so sweet
And I've been holding on to it since I was sixteen
You call me Danny and I call you Mable
You passed out so I flicked through cable
And I stole your gold watch off the bed-side table

And if you weren't so old, I'd probably keep you
If you weren't so old, I'd tell my friends
But I don't think your wife would like my friends

Maria

Oh, Maria, I waited too long
The phone rang three times, but you were gone
Take it from me, move out on me
I only weigh you down

And I'm not so dumb I can take a hint
Gave you 48 hours and then I split
Now I'm high on the road trying to get home

I want my bubble car
Took the turn and drove too far
I want my airplane
Pop some pills to feel the same
Could you make it alright
Could you make it alright

Oh, Maria, I waited too long
The phone rang three times, but you were gone
Take it from me, move out on me
I only weigh you down

And I'm not so dumb I can take a hint
I met your new girlfriend and then I split
Now I'm high on the road trying to get home

I want my bubble car
Took the turn and drove too far
I want my airplane
Pop some pills to feel the same
Could you make it alright
Could you make it alright

And could you maybe stay the night
And could you maybe

National Steel

What a surprise, wearing your disguise on the telephone line
I know it pleased you to know I needed you and your time
You play the game, not saying either way but you know
Could've made it real quick, save me the guilt trip, and just said no

Are you writing this all down
Are you writing this all down

This conversation, the alienation in your tone
I've got no fucking clue from your point of view and your time zone
I wouldn't have asked, saved you the task, if I weren't for real
Trading a daughter and two thousand dollars
For a national steel

Are you writing this all down
Are you writing this all down

Sweet Lil' Duck

Sweet little duck, I've been waiting for you
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
And I sleep through most days
So the time goes by
And I think I drink more now that ever

'Cause you've got me on your shelf and I just sit here
Thinking about when everything was right
And you say you don't got any answers
Well, I'm tired of you not making up your mind
On Tuesday, I'll be back for my things

Sweet little duck, I've been waiting for you
But I still wear my heart on my sleeve
I'm gonna set things right
I gotta job down south
Don't you think about coming after me

'Cause you've got me on your shelf and I just sit here
Thinking about when everything was right
And you say you don't got any answers
Well, I'm tired of you not making up your mind
On Tuesday, I'll be back for my things

Back to Me

In State

I can spot your kind a million miles away
Buckle down boots and a bloodshot gaze
You talk so sweet until the going gets tough
The last job you pulled was never big enough

Don't say you'll change after the next time
You wouldn't even be yourself if you weren't telling a lie

'Cause I know where the cops hang out
I know where you'll be found
I know what you're all about
I know when you're going down

You only call me honey when we're alone
Hiding at your place up on slack road
You've got an answer for every little thing
You can't even tell me where you've been

My face couldn't make you leave it behind
Maybe twenty years in state will change your mind

'Cause I know where the cops hang out
I know where you'll be found
I know what you're all about
I know when you're going down

Don't say you'll change after the next time
You wouldn't even be yourself if you weren't telling a lie
Maybe twenty years in state will change your mind

'Cause I know where the cops hang out
I know where you'll be found
I know what you're all about
I know you'll never change now

I know my love was good enough
I know you would have shed my blood
I know you can't shut me up
I know when you're going down

Back To Me

I've got ways to make you sorry
Start my life with someone else
I've got ways to make you fall
I'll tell you all the things that I lied about
I've got ways to make you mad
Laughing at the girl sitting on your lap
I've got ways to make you sing my songs
Ones I ain't written yet

I've got lights you've never seen
I've got moves I've never used
I've got ways to make you come
Back to me

I've got ways to make you strange
Drug you up and drag you home
I've got ways to track you down
In all of the places you like to go
I've got ways to make you crazy
Wear all the things you always wanted me to
I've got ways to make you run
My daddy is coming for you

I've got lights you've never seen
I've got moves I've never used
I've got ways to make you come
Back to me

I've got ways to make you hear me
just by whispering your name
I've got ways to make you think
you'll never be happy again
I've got ways to make you see
I'm so much better than before
I've got ways to make you swear
You won't want your old life anymore

I've got lights you've never seen
I've got moves I've never used
I've got ways to make you come
Back to me

Pink Emerson Radio

Painted over the walls
The saddest colour of blue
Posters covered in glass
Favorite curbside grab
Red Valentine's card
Stuck on the mirror to keep
Record player made of tubes
Spinning Tommy by The Who

There's no time to waste
There's no time to wait

Keys on the hook by the door
For the truck sold years ago
Standing guitars in the case
Filling up closet space
Vintage 40's wardrobe
Pink Emerson radio
Old lace dress I bought in the store
Motorcycle boots on the floor

There's no time to waste
There's no time to wait

Sirens up on the street
Smoke is burning my eyes
And the neighbours are screaming at me
I can only carry one thing
I can only carry one thing

There's no time to waste
There's no time to wait

Independent Thief

Gimme a bet and i'll take it
I've got twenty bucks that says I'm gonna make it
I've got twenty two fifty in the bank
And I'd bet it all away given the chance

I'm the independent thief
No one's got a number on me
Everybody's talking while you save this crowd
They water down the drinks and the band plays too loud

I don't want nothing from you
All I need is just some company

You're always standing there holding out for more
When I'm the reason you're always shown the door
I'm this city's sweet holy thunder
I'm the gold of the drug you've been under

I'm the good teacher that got away
Button-down sweaters and black-rimmed frames
I'm your get-out-of -jail-free for a year
I'm the warden of your heart but I don't keep you near

I don't want nothing from you
All I need is just some company

Old Time Sake

Of all the things that you could choose to say
“Baby come home with me for old time sake”
“Stand by my side and flash me that smile”
“Everybody is out tonight”

So I called you up from god knows where
Would you lie in bed if I were there
Speak soft, just talk I will listen
Don't you dare leave till the morning
Like you always do

Follow me down through the streets of the states
Make up a reason not to come for old time sake
Nothing in this town could ever change
Except maybe new lines on your face

So I called you up from god knows where
Would you lie in bed if I were there
Speak soft, just talk I will listen
Don't you dare leave till the morning
Like you always do

Summerlong

I know how to play this game
One, two, three and I'm safe
Count real slow to five
You couldn't keep me around if you tried

I know how to beat the rage
Of my tender age
Touch me once in the hall
But don't look back and don't call

There are some things I can hardly say
You've got me feeling a brand new way
Please don't let this be summerlong

I used to play this game
In the middle lane
Pass them all on the inside
And don't get caught in a lie

There are some things I can hardly say
You've got me feeling a brand new way
Please don't let this be summerlong
'Cause I want to stay

All the nights and wasted time
Trying to get my head to change its mind
All the talk of what it could be
When it never was

There are some things I can hardly say
You've got me feeling a brand new way
Please don't let this be summerlong
Please don't let this be summerlong
'Cause I want to stay

What Are You Waiting For

All the things I tried
Mistakes made in my old life
I picked you up that night
All my wrongs don't make you right
Silence reminds me
I'm a secret too dirty to keep
And we're such a familiar sight
I gave you my word and it cost your life

What are you still hiding
Are you even trying
Why have you come, what are you waiting for

All the words you had
Planted seeds inside your head
Just waiting on a rainy day
Well I'm standing soaking and you still can't say
All the dreams you had
It's been years and you're still mad
You say you like me in your memory
You've got to be fucking kidding me

What are you still hiding
Are you even trying
Why have you come
What are you waiting for

And we drive through the old neighbourhood
All the corners where we stood
An hour passes you don't even blink
I'm writing you off and you still can't speak

Why have you come
What are you waiting for

Away

I remember the way
Driving home late
Speeding all the way
Alone in the rain
I was rehearsing a part
From down at the bar
My mouth smelled like a drink
We were laughing, I think
I've been away

Do you pick up your phone
Do you check your mail
Do you answer your door even if it's late?
I don't know who to call
I don't know who to write
And I think I forgot
What your face looks like
I've been away

Do you think that i've changed
I swear I never tried
Memory is a terrible thing
When you use it right
I was rehearsing a part
From down at the bar
My mouth smelled like a drink
We were laughing, I think
I've been away

Somewhere Else

( Jim Bryson )

I used to look for you out in the daylight
I took highways and sidestreets and back lanes
Slept under open skies
Life can be cruel
Life can be sweet if I want it to be

This town that I once called home
I just can't hold on to
It's got bus stops and strip malls and people
I would never even talk to
She said life can be cruel
But life is so sweet 'Cause I let it be

Everybody out here
They wanna live somewhere else
I wish I could find a place
And stay there by myself
Bit by bit I swear I think I'm losing
All this city's confidence

Copied Keys

This is not my town and it will never be
This is our apartment filled with your things
This is your life, I get copied keys
Try and force a little smile hold it a little while for you

These are your old streets and you know them well
One way shortcuts all the way downtown
But your favorite find is just my secondhand secret
Try and hide a little pain for the things
I can't explain to you

These are your good friends and I like them fine
'Cause they are your past and your present time
But would you even be the same if you left them behind
All the things I used to be
All the things I miss of me for you

These are your good friends and I like them fine
These are your old streets and you know them well
This is not my town and it will never be
And it will never be..... Ours.

Good Things

I've got a long, long list of things
That no one needs to see
Desk drawers filled with picture frames
Postcards tucked in underneath
We were only young when we moved away
It went on and on for years
You fell in love and now you live in the city
I'm my own company out here

Don't get down
Good things come when you stop waiting around
Good things come when you stop looking
Don't get down
You've just got to stop looking

There are some things that I believe
Like if you've got nothing you've still got your family
And when you are no one you're still the king
And there's not a dollar enough in the world to
Make you sing

So don't get down
Good things come when you stop waiting around
Good things come when you stop looking
Don't get down
You've just got to stop looking

There are some things I used to be
Won't you find the will just to remind me
Because you are so safe inside my memory
And the scar underneath my knee

Asking For Flowers

Buffalo

The summer months left me alone
But the fall rolled in on the back of a storm
In the night you and I drove
Have you ever seen lightning and snow?

All these weeks without a note
It's like a ticking clock
Every time that you phone
I've run aground truth be told
And when it comes to me
I'll let you know

Don't be like that

Just my luck an Irish rose
In a drinking hole
I'd played a thousand one shows
What you need is to just go home
And when it comes to you
Don't leave it alone

Don't be like that

Up ahead the roads were closed
And the Gennys ran most of Buffalo
The customs man at border control
Said yes you can go
But you won't make it home

Don't be like that

The Cheapest Key

A is for all the times I bit my tongue
B is for bullshit and you fed me some
C is for charity and now you're mine
D is for dollars but you're counting dimes
E is the exit sign backstage at shows
F is my favourite letter, as you know
G is for God loves a patient man
Who spends his days living in ego-land

You always write it in the cheapest key
You always blame it on the cheapest key
You always play me in the cheapest key

They say the start's always the hardest part
But like you know, baby, I'm all warmed up
Sometimes I want to shout your name out loud
And let them in on what you're all about

You always write it in the cheapest key
You always blame it on the cheapest key
You always play me in the cheapest key

Don't write me off
Here comes my softer side
And there it goes
‘Cause i've been on the road too long to sympathize
With what you think you're owed

You always write it in the cheapest key
You always blame it on the cheapest key
You always play me in the cheapest key

Asking For Flowers

It's complicated
Technically I'm certified
A walking declaration
Of everything I couldn't get right
Time is just an anchor
But 7 years I think I'm right
Now you've changed your number
It's like a noose around my life

Every pill I took in vain
Every meal for you I made
Every penny I put away

Asking for flowers
Is like asking you to be nice
Don't tell me you're too tired
10 years i've been working nights

My life is like a picture left
Out too long in the sun
Now I'm trying to remember all
The faces of the names i've loved
And all that's left of me now is
A cigarette burning bright
And a fading memory of all the things
I tried to get right

Every pill I took in vain
Every meal for you I made
Every penny I put away

Asking for flowers
Is like asking you to be nice
Don't tell me you're too tired
10 years i've been working nights

Every pill I took in vain
Every meal for you I made
Every bill I went and paid
Every card I signed my name
Every time I poured my heart out
Every threat you made to move out
Every cruel word you let just slip out
Every cruel word you let just slip out

Alicia Ross

I am a girl with a forgettable face
No matter my colour, no matter my name
At work there is a boy and he treats me well
My old friends from high school,
I see them around
August is here I can't believe how fast
Soon there will be winter and snow on the ground
Maybe by then I could get my own place
Closer to the city if that's ok

But Mamma, can you hear me?
As I dragged on my day's last cigarette
He pulled me so hard off my
Very own back door steps
And he laid me in his garden
All the years i've watched him tend
And then he took me, Mamma
So I could never tell you about it

Inside of this moment there are
Things I wish I could know
Like my ring size, your ring size,
And the hour I was born
My dad's middle name, your favourite song
Was your darkest day as dark as this one?

Mamma, can you hear me?
As I dragged on my day's last cigarette
He pulled me so hard off my
very own back door steps
And he laid me in his garden
All the years i've watched him tend
He took me, Mamma
So I could never tell you about it
Now I'm a girl who's face they'll never forget

I Make The Dough, You Get The Glory

Blazing a trail to the southern cities
From the streets of our hometown
Basement bars we played from the heart
In the company of our friends

If I write down these memories
That I have saved away
Photographs of the years that passed
Inside my little brain

You're cool and cred like Fogerty
I'm Elvis Presley in the 70's
You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label
You're the buffet I'm just the table
I'm a Ford Tempo you're a Maserati
You're the Great One, I'm Marty mcsorley
You're the Concorde, I'm economy
I make the dough but you get the glory

Big fish small pond and some cover songs
We sang along the way
We used to midnight run to the Vesta Lunch
Cheeseburgers and chocolate shakes
Once I got drunk with Jeff
I told him I was in love with you
But I love you like a brother
So at least half of it was true

You're cool and cred like Fogerty
I'm Elvis Presley in the seventies
You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label
You're the buffet I'm just the table
I'm a Dodge Sparkle, you're a Lamborghini
You're the Great One, I'm Marty mcsorley
You're the Concorde, I'm economy
I make the dough, but you get the glory

If I write down these memories
That I have saved away
Photographs of the years that passed
Inside my little brain

I'm sure it's been said in the finer print
You make me look legitimate
Heavy rotation on the CBC
Whatever in hell that really means
You're cool and cred like Fogerty
I'm Elvis Presley in the 70's
You're the Concorde I'm economy
I make the dough, but you get the glory

Oil Man's War

Bobby wished he was from the past
He said those cars they used to drive were the best
I know that I'm a simple man
Even my dreams I deserve to have

Annabel had plans of her own
She said there's no way in hell I'm going home
Mamma says she always knows best
God love her, but her life is a mess

I won't change my mind
So keep your hand on my thigh tonight
When we get up north
We'll buy us a store
I won't fight in an oil man's war

Bobby bought a brand new suit
From his neighbour bought round toe shoes
Stuffed the money down in his socks
On his way he bought a wrist corsage

Annie was scared to death
She'd never once in her life laid with a man
But she knew it was his only chance
She bought a white dress second hand

I won't change my mind
Keep your hand on my thigh tonight
When we get up north
We'll buy us a store
I won't fight in an oil man's war

You can't say it's just a matter of pride
I've been living here since I was a child
And now I'm just a simple man
But even my dreams I deserve to have

I won't change my mind
Keep your hand on my thigh tonight
When we get up north
We'll buy us a store
Live upstairs after the kids are born

And I'm not gonna die
So keep your hand on my thigh tonight
'Cause when we get up north we'll buy us a store
I won't fight in an oil man's war
I won't fight in an oil man's war

Sure As Shit

Choosing my words carefully
Has never been my strength
I've been known to be vague
And often pointless
But you sure as shit know me
Better than anybody else
And for that in my heart I am hopeful

So I helped you pack your bags
And I folded up your snap shirts
When you come back
It will already be the winter
If you look at other girls
Working out in the nighttime
I don't mind but I don't want to know it

And these years that I have known you
It's gone and blurred my sense of time
Now I can hardly even recall
What came before this
Letters left on pillows
Messages left on phones
Postcards in the mail
When we sent them
Cobwebs all collected
Paintings on the walls
Lounging around all day
In a hot pink chenille housecoat
And the secrets that I whispered
In your ear while you were sleeping
You can call to mind when you're
Out in the world without me

Oh the denim king
I sure as shit do love you
And I cuss because I mean it
And for that in my heart I am hopeful
And these words that I chose
I was so careful

Run

Oh, my child 30 years today
You came into my life
And everything changed
If there's one thing I tried to teach you
Girl, don't you waste your time
Come this September
You'll be somebody's wife

I won't paint a picture
Of what you want to see
Love is the harder times
Take it from me

I would run down the lane
And into the night
Run so fast I swear my feet would fly
Run from my babies asleep in their beds
Run from my lover and my best friend
And back again

All of this courage
I've tried so hard to hold on to
Ever since that day
You and your brother left for school
They say just over that hill
The fog rolled in
Come quick doctor
We think somebody's been killed

I have been a healer
Of other people's pain
I know sometimes you don't like
The ways i've changed

But the smell of the world came into my lungs
The sound of the gravel when my legs went numb
And my heart nearly burst right out of my chest
And it felt so good to know I wasn't dead

Oh Canada

Oh Canada
I stand on guard for a lot
But just last week a white girl was shot
Outside a shopping mall
Yeah, it's written in the press
That your sweet little town
Has lost its innocence

It's not the year of the gun
We don't say it out loud
There are no headlines
When a black girl dies
It's not the lack of a sense
It's called ambivalence

All still in their lanes
Under rush hour lights
There's one head to a car
But you act so surprised
When the snow don't come
You can't swim in the lakes
Now it's hotter than hell
In a bed you won't make

It's not the lack of a sense
It's called ambivalence

Up on the hill
Is the best real estate
Just to get in
You have to sell off your faith
‘Cause in the valley below
There is crack and young girls
But you don't have to believe
What stays out of your world

Scared at night

As a child I would wake at night
I was scared, but I kept real quiet
Shadows on the walls moving in on me
Underneath my sheets I could barely breathe
Your room was only just across the hall
All it would have taken was a single call
Maybe sometimes you've got to trust yourself
Not to scream out loud and run like hell

Believe me
All the days you're unsure
Believe in me
I don't want to anymore
In the dark
Picture me in your mind
And i'll lay with you
You don't have to be scared at night

As a young man you were shooting rats
By accident you hit the farmyard cat
He ran for the fields and
Came back the next day
You had blown out his eye
And you could see his brain
Your dad said "Boy, there are some things in life.
You don't want to do but you know is right.
So take him out back and finish him off."
You got your gun off the shelf
It only took one shot

Believe me
All the days you're unsure
Believe in me
I don't want to anymore
In the dark
Picture me in your mind
And i'll lay with you
So you don't have to be scared at night

I flew to Winnipeg on your final day
They said that you waited until I came
We sang your favourite hymns
And we held your hand
You took your final breath and that was that
But I'd never seen a person die before
I tried so hard not to cry, you know
Maybe sometimes we've got to trust ourselves
That when you die you go someplace else

Believe me
All the days you're unsure
Believe in me
I don't want to anymore
In the dark
Picture me in your mind
And i'll lay with you
So you don't have to be scared at night
You don't have to be scared at night
You don't have to be scared at night

Goodnight, California

You know what I wish?
It was just you and me
Sitting in this corner bar
You can tell me how you are
I'm not going to lie
Or anything
You don't even have to speak
If you keep looking at me

I could go all night
But they're turning up the lights
It would be so easy
To do or say anything
But I'm not going to lie
Or anything
I won't let you in my heart
But you are always on my mind

Lazy Eye

( I-tunes Bonus Track )

I've got my heart in a box
Under the bed where it's cold and it's dark
And i've got my soul in my shoes
Walking on myself just to get to you
And i've got a lazy eye
But don't think I don't see you passing me by
And i've got some time on my hands
If you lived like I do, you would understand

I've got a lie in my mouth
A secret that I just can't talk about
I've got a thirsty lip
Pour me a drink of your sweetest kiss
And i've got a lonely ear
I wake up at night and pretend you were here
I've got a reason to hope
‘Cause you haven't said yet that you don't

Voyageur

Empty Threat

The hottest days of the summer
They brought us here together
You know it's true
But this cold out's getting warmer
Maybe come September I will feel brand new

I'm moving to America
Moving to America
Moving to America
It's an empty threat

In the city I once said never
I'm learning to say never never never ever
'Cause now I'm its favourite flower
I'm blooming through the concrete cracks of this condo tower
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
I'm moving to America
Moving to America
Moving to America
It's an empty threat

I'm moving to America
Moving to America
Moving to America
It's an empty threat

Over the coast of ours
My bluff met thunder showers
I hit my head until it bled
I pressed reset, goddamnit

I'm moving to America
Moving to America
Moving to America
It's an empty threat

I'm moving to America
Moving to America
Moving to America
It's an empty threat

I'm moving to America
Moving to America
Moving to America
It's an empty threat

The hottest days of the summer
They brought us here together
You know it's true

Chameleon / Comedian

I know your heart
It is a sacred thing
And you're a comedian
You hide behind your funny face
Every time, every time

Out of the shadows
Out of the cameras and the lights
You're a chameleon
And you hide behind your darker side
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Everytime, everytime
I don't need a punch line
I don't need a punch line

Everybody's watching
The way that our seal could not change
I'll be a medium
For everything you wanted to say

'Cause out of the shadows
Out of the cameras and the lights
I'm a chameleon
I just hide behind the songs I write

See me smile
It's not for a funny joke
See me smile
It's not for a funny joke
It's for

Everytime, everytime
I don't need a
I don't need a punch line
Everytime, everytime
I don't need a punch line

See me smile
It's not for a funny joke
See me smile
It's not for a funny joke
It's for

Everytime, everytime
I don't need a punch line
I don't need a punch line
Everytime, everytime
I don't need a punch line
I don't need a punch line

Everytime, everytime
I don't need a punch line
(I don't need, I don't need, I don't need)

Everytime, everytime

A Soft Place To Land

Calling it quits
You think this is easy
I swear I hurt
You call in the jury
Call it a catch
Without any strings attached

Well I'm looking for a soft place to land
The forest floor
The palms of your hands
I'm looking for a soft place to land
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
I call it an ace
You've gotta believe me
But you're calling me names
And not to my face
But you're calling my spade
A bluff without calling it off

I'm looking for a soft place to land
The forest floor
The palms of your hands
I'm looking for a soft place to land

Call me in the night
I don't mind
I don't care
I can't sleep

Call me in the day
In my car
On my way

Call me by my name
All I want is to hear you say

I'm looking for a soft place to land
The forest floor
The palms of your hands
I'm looking for a soft place to land
The forest floor
The palms of your hands
The palms of your hands
The palms of your hands

Change The Sheets

My love took a ride on a red-eye plane
Going home and we're never gonna feel the same
Change this feeling under my feet
Change the sheets and then change me

My love is a stockpile of broken wills
Like Santa Fe, margaritas and sleeping pills

I want to lie in the cracks of this lonely road
I can fill in the blanks every time you don't phone
Here is the truth, I swear it used to be fun
Go and get her, run, run, run, run

Change this feeling under my feet
Change the sheets and then change me
Won't you change this feeling under my feet
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
I wanna lie in the cracks of this lonely road
I can fill in the blanks for every time you don't phone
Here is the truth I swear I was fun
Go ahead run, run, run, run, run, run, run

Change this feeling under my feet
Would you change the sheets and then change me
Change this feeling under my feet
'Cause here is the truth, I swear I was fun
Go ahead run, run, run, run, run, run
Go ahead run, run, run, run, run, run

House Full Of Empty Rooms

One, two, three, four

You don't talk to me
Not the way that you used to
Maybe I don't deserve
In a way that makes you think I do

I've been wondering
About what we're gonna do
A house full of empty rooms

You don't kiss me
Not the way that I wish you would
Baby I don't look at you
In a way that makes you think you should

So I've been thinking
About how it's gonna be
Years are getting a piece
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
And I'm far from perfect
And I'm far from anything
But I swear that when we started
I used to make you happy

But I don't know you
Not the way that I thought I did
Maybe you don't know me
And you don't wanna be the first to say

I've been wondering about what we gonna do
And I've been wondering about what we gonna do
A house full of empty rooms
A house full of empty rooms

Mint

The taste of mint
You were a field of it
Why I couldn't say no
To the taste of it

God knows I want to
God knows I need to
God doesn't know you like I do

You're the taste of mint
Under a midnight flirt
And why I couldn't just go
And try to sleep on it
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
God knows I want to
God knows I need to
God doesn't know you like I do

And I do, sha la la la la
I do, sha la la la la la

And it's like, you haven't said
Nothing could, could have replaced
Lord knows I tried, to be true

God knows I want to
God doesn't know you like I do

And I do, sha la la la la
I do, sha la la la la la
And I do, sha la la la la
I do, sha la la la la la
Sha la la la la la...

Sidecar

Wake up, wake up, wake up
I wanna take you
To all the places I thought we could

I was feeling so lost for so long
I was feeling so lost for so long
I didn't know what to do

Sit up, sit up, sit up
I went and made you
Breakfast in bed, coffee and juice
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
I was feeling so lost for so long
You were feeling so lost for so long
We didn't know what to do

You and I will be sidecars
There to chase down the hard stuff
There to chase down the hard stuff

Wait up, wait up
You let me show you
All of the monsters
I was holding on to

So get up, get up, get up
It's gonna be good
‘Cause you all know what nothing
Nothing no one owes you

You were feeling so lost for so long
I was feeling so lost for so long
You were feeling so lost for so long
We didn't know what to do

You and I will be sidecars
There to chase down the hard stuff with you
There to chase down

You and I will be sidecars
There to chase down the hard stuff with you
There to chase down the hard stuff

Pink Champagne

Top it up, a white carnation
I borrow my mother's clutch
Thinking the grass could be greener, at last
Now that I'm all grown up

But expectation and idle'll be the death of me
In a dress to kill and a glass to fill
I wasn't ready but I didn't fight
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Pink champagne tastes the same
I don't want to feel this way

Looking back, it was such a dumb idea
Five girls in the same-colored dress
Book a honeymoon and find yourself thinking
My life is a perfect mess

'Cause when you're far from the phone
I start feeling at home where I am
Thinking the grass would be greener, at last
If I were on my own

Pink champagne tastes the same
I don't want to feel this
I don't want to feel this way

Everybody's saying "if I were you"
Cause now you're such a good judge
When it comes to love

And everybody's thinking they know me and you
Oh, I can be cruel
So can you

Pink champagne tastes the same
And I don't want to feel this
I don't want to feel this
I don't want to feel this way

Pink champagne tastes the same
I don't want to feel this
I don't want to feel this
I don't want to feel this way

Going To Hell

Get out a map, carve out a path
Highlight it in fluorescent yellow
From the mountain pass to the prairie grass
Anywhere you'll go I'll follow

And if we don't speak after you leave
I'll look to the sky for smoke signals
If I fall behind, could you leave me a sign
Breadcrumbs in the shape of an arrow
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
See I'm going to hell
In a basket I made
It's woven from the letters
And it spells your name

When the weather breaks we can sail the great lakes
I'll make a white flag from your pillow
Plug the holes of your leaky boat
Use your t-shirt for material

See I'm going to hell
In a basket I made
It's woven from the letters
And it spells your name

I'm going to hell
I'm going to hell
I'm going to hell

I will let go when your leaky boat reaches the shore
I will let you know when the map says you're in anymore

See I'm going to hell
In a basket I made
Woven from the letters
And it spells your name

I'm going to hell
I'm going to hell
I'm going to hell

I will see you there
I will see you there
I will see you there

For The Record

My blood is thick but it still runs
Every time I was taught to bite my tongue
It's been years and the letters they still come
Still come
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
So hang, hang me up on your cross
For the record, I only wanted to sing songs
Hang me out to die in the sun
For the record, I only wanted to sing songs

Raise me up when I was number one
Make a story of, of a story that was spun
Strong enough to carry both my sons
My blood is thick but it still runs

So hang, hang me up on your cross
For the record, I only wanted to sing songs
Hang me out to die in the sun
For the record, I only wanted to sing songs

Hang, hang me up on your cross
For the record, I only wanted to sing songs
Hang, hang me up on your cross
For the record, I only wanted to sing songs
Record

Non Albums Tracks

5 Years

( Building 55 EP )

Well I stayed five years too long in this town
And you stayed five years too long 'cause you are proud
And you spent the best years of your life in a basement bar
Baby, I am leaving and I am taking your guitar

Do you ever wonder what you could have been
If only you could have stopped drinking
Couldn't even keep the good ones you had
Couldn't even keep the good life you had

No this is not, not about you this time
It's not about you this time
You just sit on your ass getting wasted
Take advantage of my patience
Take advantage of my patience
And I am done being patient

And on a late night phonecalls to say
Baby I am really wanted, but I can't change
And no messages in the world can make me stay
Baby it is you who can never change

And no this is not, not about you this time
It's not about you this time
You just sit on your ass getting wasted
And you take advantage of my patience
Take advantage of my patience

And I really need, may your jaw drop tonight
You can't even tell me you think I am [lower]
You are sitting on your ass getting wasted
Take advantage of my patience
And I am done being patient
And I am done being patient

Do you ever wonder what you could have been
If only you could have stopped drinking
Spent the best years of your life in a basement bar
Baby, I am leaving and I am taking your guitar

And you sit on your ass getting wasted
Take advantage of my patience

100 Years From Now

( The Byrds Cover / Live )

One hundred years from this day
Will the people still feel this way
And still say
The things that they're saying right now

Everyone said I'd hurt you
They said that I'd desert you
If I go away
You know I'm gonna get back somehow

Nobody knows
What kind of trouble we're in
Nobody seems to think
It all might happen again

One hundred years from this time
Will anybody change their minds
And find out
One thing or two about life

People are always talking
You know they're always talking
Everybody's so wrong
That I know it's gonna work out right

Nobody knows
What kind of trouble we're in
Nobody seems to think
It all might happen again

A Face In The Crowd

( Tom Petty Cover / Back To Me EP )

Before all of this
Ever went down
In another place
And another town
You were just
A face in the crowd
And you were just
A face in the crowd

Out in the street
Walking around
A face in the crowd

Out of a dream
Out of the sky
Into my heart
And into my life
You were just
A face in the crowd
And you were just
A face in the crowd

Out in the street
Thinking out loud
A face in the crowd

Big Star

( Building 55 EP )

And your long black coat laying on the floor
And your boots and your other things
And your face and your mouth and
And your voice

Get out of this town, it only gets you down
Make you old like me
Get out of this town,
'Cause baby you could have everything

Oh, and I am waiting [it out]
and I am waiting, [it out]
I am waiting [it out]

Almost out the door and you pick up my silver tone
And you sing
And your face and your mouth and your voice

Give me a guitar
Make me a big star in waiting
Give me a guitar
Make me a big star in waiting

Oh, and I am waiting
Oh, and I am waiting [it out]
Oh, and you are leaving

Oh, I sing like you
Make this whole room shake
Oh, I sing like you
Make this whole room shake

Caroline

( Concrete Blonde Cover / Live )

I hear you're driving
Someone else's car now
She said you came and
Took your stuff away
All the poetry, and the trunk
You kept your life in
I knew that it would
Come to that someday
Like a sad hallucination
When I opened up my eyes
The train had passed the station
And you were trapped inside
Yet I never wonder where you went,
I only wonder why
I wonder why

Oh Caroline
Oh, whoa-oh Caroline
Oh, oh Caroline
Whoa whoa whoa, Caroline

Well I hear you're using someone else's number
She said she saw you in the store today
It doesn't matter whose address
You're listed under
I only know they'll never make you stay
Like a memory in motion
You were only passing through
That is all you've ever known of life
That's all you'll ever do
There's a dream I have where I sail away
Looking back I wave at you
And I wave goodbye

Oh Caroline
Oh, oh whoa oh, Caroline
Oh, oh Caroline
Oh

In another life I see you
As an angel flying high
And the hands of time will free you
You will cast your chains aside
And the dawn will come and kiss away
Every tear that's ever fallen
From your eyes
Behind those eyes
I wonder

Oh, Caroline... oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh... Caroline
Sometimes I wonder
Oh... Caroline
Sometimes I
Sometimes I wonder

Changes

( Black Sabbath Cover / Live )

I feel unhappy
I feel so sad
I lost the best friend
That I ever had

She was my woman
I loved her so
But it's too late now
I've let her go

I'm going through changes
I'm going through changes

We shared the years
We shared each day
In love together
We found a way

But soon the world
Had it's evil way
My heart was blinded
Love went astray

I'm going through changes
I'm going through changes

It took so long
To realize
That I can still hear
Her last goodbyes
Now all my days
Are filled with tears
Wish I could go back
And change these years

I'm going through changes
I'm going through changes

Harper Valley P.T.A.

( Jeannie C. Riley Cover / Live )

I want to tell you all a story 'bout a Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter who attended Harper Valley junior high
Well her daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play
She said, "mom, I got a note here from the Harper Valley p.t.a."

The note said, "Mrs. Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking and a-runnin' 'round with men and going wild
And we don't believe you ought to be bringing up your little girl this way"
It was signed by the secretary, Harper Valley p.t.a.

Well, it happened that the p.t.a. was gonna meet that very afternoon
They were sure surprised when Mrs. Johnson wore her mini-skirt into the room
And as she walked up to the blackboard, I still recall the words she had to say
She said, "I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley p.t.a."

Well, there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there and seven times he's asked me for a date
Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use a lot of ice whenever he's away
And Mr. Baker, can you tell us why your secretary had to leave this town?
And shouldn't widow Jones be told to keep her window shades all pulled completely down?

Well, Mr. Harper couldn't be here 'cause he stayed too long at Kelly's Bar again
And if you smell Shirley Thompson's breath, you'll find she's had a little nip of gin
Then you have the nerve to tell me you think that as a mother I'm not fit
Well, this is just a little peyton place and you're all Harper Valley hypocrites

No i wouldn't put you on because it really did, it happened just this way
The day my mama socked it to the Harper Valley p.t.a.
The day my mama socked it to the Harper Valley p.t.a.

I Can't Give You Up

( Live )

I fell for you, it's sad but true
It just won't lit up (?)
You're such a tease when I touch the keys
I can't give you up

And all these roads should lead me home
Somehow I always get lost
Don't touch my face in a public place
You never know when to stop
Still I can't give you up
No, I can't give you up

When I get old, when the heart explode
From years of feeling too much
And when I die they'll say I never gave you up
Well, it just won't lit up (?)
And I can't give you up

Imagine

( John Lennon Cover / Live )

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today, ah-ha

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You, may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
Nothing to kill or die for
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You, you may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

I'm On Fire

( Bruce Springsteen / Live )

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I'm on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I'm on fire

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby
Edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
Through the middle of my soul

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the
Middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I'm on fire

Injustica

( Building 55 EP )

Injustica, how can you know, I mean it's so plain to me
Injustica, get you that brass ring, and you'll be complete
Injustica, how can you know, I mean I feel so much
Injustica, think our minds could change, if we didn't want

Injustica, people make mistakes, so I'm asking you again
Injustica, I wasn't talking crazy with that “let's just be friends”
Injustica, I am burning and might fall for you, drunkenly
Injustica, don't know how you're feeling, this just kills me

And my eyes are the reference of you
And my mouth is reverent for you
And my patience is an article of my time
Me, my own mind
Me, my own mind
Me, my own mind
Me, my own mind

And I am Injustica, I have gone and injusticed you again
And I am Injustica, I wasn't talking crazy with that “let's just be friends”
And I am Injustica, and I'm not complete with your brass ring
And I am Injustica, and you resent me 'cause I say no

And my eyes are not the reference of you
And my mouth is not reverent for you
And my patience is an article of my time
This is me, my own mind
Me, my own mind
Me, my own mind
Me, my own mind
Me, my own mind

Injustica, people make mistakes, so I'm asking you again

*** Thanx a lot to Jim for this one ***

Juanita

( Gram Parsons Cover / Live )

No affection were the words
That stuck on my mind
When she walked out on me
For the very last time
Oh, mama, sweet mama
Can you tell me what to say
I don't know what I've done
To be treated this way

In a cold dirty room
That's where I found myself
With a bottle of wine
And some pills on the shelf
Oh, mama, sweet mama
Can you tell me what to say
I don't know what I've done
And I'm feeling so ashamed

Then an angel appeared
She was just seventeen
In a dirty old gown
With a conscience so clean
Oh, mama, sweet mama
Can you tell me what to say
She's brought back the life
That I once threw away
She's brought back the life
That I once threw away

Make Me A Pallet On The Floor

( Traditional / Live )

Honey, make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down a pallet on your floor
Honey, make it down, make it soft and low
Then maybe my good gal she won't know

I'm goin' up the country through the sleedin' snow
Goin' up the country through the sleedin' snow
I'm goin' up the country through the sleedin' snow
Ain't no telling just how fur I'll go

I get my breakfast here and my dinner in Tennessee
Get my breakfast here and my dinner in Tennessee
I get my breakfast here and my dinner in Tennessee
I told you I's a-commin' soon, you'd better look for me

Honey, I can't lay down on your bed
You know that I can't lay down on your bed
Yes, you know that I can't lay down 'cross your pretty bed
'Cause my good woman she might kill me dead

And don't you let my good gal catch you here
No don't you let my good gal catch you here
Doo, she might shoot you, cut and stump you too
Ain't no tellin' what o' she might do

Ooh, make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down a pallet on your floor
Honey, make it down, make it soft and low
Then maybe my good gal she won't know

Now the way I've been sleepin' my back and shoulders' tired
The way I've been sleepin' my back and shoulders' tired
The way I've been sleepin' my back and shoulders' tired
Thinking goin' turn over, tryin' sleepin' on my side

Ooh , make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down a pallet on your floor
Honey, make it down, make it soft and low
Then maybe my good gal she won't know
(Make that pallet, honey)

Money Talks

( AC/DC Cover / Live From The Bowery Ballroom EP )

Tailored suits, chauffeured cars
Fine hotels and big cigars
Up for grabs, up for a price
Where the red-hot girls
Keep on dancing through the night

The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey little girl
You want it all
The furs and the diamonds
The painting on the wall

C'mon, c'mon! Love me for the money!
C'mon, c'mon! Listen to the moneytalk!
C'mon, c'mon! Love me for the money!
C'mon, c'mon! Listen to the moneytalk!

A French maid, foreign chef
A big house with king-size bed
You had enough
You ship them out
When the dollar's up, down,
You better buy the pound!

The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey little girl
You want it all
You hustle and you deal
You steal from us all!

C'mon, c'mon! Love me for the money!
C'mon, c'mon! Listen to the moneytalk!
C'mon, c'mon! Love me for the money!
C'mon, c'mon! Listen to the moneytalk!

The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey little girl
You want it all
You hustle and you deal
And you steal from us all!

C'mon, c'mon! Love me for the money!
C'mon, c'mon! Listen to the moneytalk!
C'mon, c'mon! Love me for the money!
C'mon, c'mon! Listen to the moneytalk!

C'mon, c'mon! Love me for the money!
C'mon, c'mon! Listen to the moneytalk!
C'mon, c'mon! Love me for the money!
C'mon, c'mon! Listen to the moneytalk!

Nagasaki

( Building 55 EP )

Here's a riddle to the answer
Anything I cannot hide
Head is clumsy, heart is open
And only dust and dirt inside

And I am screaming, not with my mouth
Not even asking all that much
Well, I can't set our lazy limelights
'Cause I've been bastardized enough

If I can't be your Nagasaki
You should please just leave me alone
'Cause my good sir
Hiroshima
And I think I might explode

And if no man can be an island
Maybe I will be that no man
Little floater in the bathtub
I'm half asleep, to weak to stand

And here's the riddle to your answer
And the sum of human fear
Well, I can't drop bombs on my hierarchy
When what I have just disappears

If I can't be your Nagasaki
You should please just leave me alone
'Cause my good sir
Hiroshima
And I think I might explode

I can't be your Nagasaki
You should please just leave me alone
'Cause my good sir
Hiroshima
And I think I might explode
I think I might explode

Only Love Can Break Your Heart

( Neil Young Cover / Live )

When you were young and on your own
How did it feel to be alone?
I was always thinking of games that I was playing
Trying to make the best of my time

But only love can break your heart
Try to be sure right from the start
Yes only love can break your heart
What if your world should fall apart?

I have a friend I've never seen
He hides his head inside a dream
Someone should call him and see if he can come out
Try to lose the down that he's found

But only love can break your heart
Try to be sure right from the start
Yes only love can break your heart
What if your world should fall apart?

I have a friend I've never seen
He hides his head inside a dream
Yes, only love can break your heart
Yes, only love can break your heart

Shinny

( Live 2003 )

Oh, I wish I had a hockey rink right outside the house
You could come on over and just show me how
To hold on proper to my hockey stick
And skate backwards real fast
And I wish I had a hockey rink right outside the house

And I wish I had a ticket for every season and every year
We would take the bus on down 'cause we'd had to many beers
Wear the jerseys of the visiting team
And make a lot of noise for Mats Sundin
And I wish I had a ticket for every season and every year

And I wish I could play shinny

["Let me explain the word shinny,
Because only Canadians know what shinny is
Shinny is, it's basically when you go out
And play on the ice with your friends
And neighbours and there's no equipment
And you have a no hitting rule
Because it's all fun and games
And you're just playing with your buddies
But I think they call it shinny in Canada because
Everyone ends up at the hospital
Because they've all got in fights"]

And I wish I could play shinny better than anyone
And get my skates sharpened every week, put my game face on
And spend two minutes in the penalty box
As I cross-checked your sorry ass after you broke my heart

And I wish I could play shinny better than anyone
And I wish I had a ticket for every season and every year
Oh, I wish I had a hockey rink right outside the house

Taste Of The Sun

( Eddie's Mix Tape Vol. 4 )

Some things in this town never change
I can see you in Ted's by the end of the day
Drinking off your face each and every way
And you wanna know why I'll never stay

All the times I wondered about you
I call home and nothing's new

Maybe when the day is done
I'll be back home with the taste of the sun
Everybody's gotta look away sometimes
I've still got some mountains to climb

Weeks pass and months pass me away
Finally made a home out of this old place
I can tell you that I like it better on my own
But I don't think it's what you want to hear

All the things you said I'd lose
I'm not sure that's even true

Maybe when the day is done
I'll be back home with the taste of the sun
Everybody's gotta look away sometimes
I've still got some mountains to climb

You just sit around and count the days I'm gone
You should know better than to wait that long

And maybe when the day is done
I'll be back home with the taste of the sun
Everybody's gotta look away sometimes
I've still got some mountains to climb

Maybe when the day is done
I'll be back home with the taste of the sun
Everybody's gotta look away sometimes
I've still got some mountains
I've still got some mountains
I've still got some mountains to climb

Titled Untitled

( Building 55 EP )

You think I don't see you snaring at me
From across your favorite bar
And I know you figured whose who and that you probably do
You think you are the local rock star
Well I'll continue to play just as long as it takes
'Til i get through my set, I'll try not to play too loud
So you can talk to all the important people
That you know without shouting
'Cause I tend to play too loud

Think before you speak to me 'cause I might cut you off
Walk out that door so that hot air can cool off
And you'll say who's the bitch
And why'd you talk to me like that
Didn't she recognize my face
Didn't she know how important I am well important I am
Everyone who is cool seems to adore you
You've got more buzz than the bees
Now you're flying higher little baby star
Why don't you get up there
Show us what it is that you do
I hope you can play for all the talking that you do

And famous but for their efforts
So many those are ready
Fighting claw away to the top
We try to stay composed and we try not to mess up
Pretty highlighted hair up
Well fame and wealth they go together
They seem to hold each other hand in hand
And I think that's the one thing
Think that's the one thing
You just don't understand now

Everyone who is cool seems to adore you
You've got more buzz than the bees
Now you're flying higher little baby star
Why don't you get up there
Your brand new shiny brand name guitar
Just with the exception of your hair
You've not impressed me so far

So you can judge us little bees from over there
You think that I wanna hang with you
I can dress like beautiful people too
Tomorrow morning you'll wake up in your bed
And you'll have bad hair and you'll have doggy breath
And tomorrow morning you'll just look like everybody
Everybody else

Everyone who is cool seems to adore you
You've got more buzz than the bees
Now you're flying higher than a little baby star
Why don't you get up there
With your brand new shiny brand name guitar
Just with the exception of your hair
You've not impressed me so far

You think I don't see you snaring at me
From across your favorite bar

Unknown Legend

( Neil Young Cover / Kcrw Live )

She used to work in a diner
I never saw a woman look finer
And I used to order just to watch her
Walk across the floor

She grew up in a small town
She never put her roots down
And daddy always kept movin'
so she did too

Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a Harley-Davidson
Her long blonde hair
Flyin' in the wind

She's been runnin' half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin' with the very air that she breathes
The air that she breathes

You know it ain't easy
You got to hold on
She was an unknown legend in her time

Now she's dressin' two kids
Lookin' for a magic kiss
She gets the far-away look in her eyes

Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a Harley-Davidson
Her long blonde hair
Flyin' in the wind

She's been runnin' half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin' with the very air that she breathes
The air that she breathes

She used to work in a diner
I never saw a woman look finer

We'll Sweep Out The Ashes In The Morning

( Return To Sin City - A Tribute To Gram Parsons )

We know it's wrong to let this fire burn between us
We've got to stop this wild desire in you and in me
So we'll let the flame burn once again until the thrill is gone
Then we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning

We're two people caught up in the flame that has to die out soon
I didn't mean to start this fire and neither did you
So tonight when you hold me tight we'll let the fire burn on
And we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning

Each time when we meet we both agree that it's for the last time
But out of your arms I'm out of my mind
So we'll taste the thrill of stolen love tonight until the dawning
And we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning

We're two people caught up in the flame that has to die out soon
I didn't mean to start this fire and neither did you
So tonight when you hold me tight we'll let the fire burn on
And we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning

Yes we'll taste the thrill of stolen love tonight until the dawning
And we'll sweep out the ashes
We'll sweep out the ashes
We'll sweep out the ashes in the morning

What A Wonderful World

( Otis Redding / Live )

I don't know much about the history now
Don't know much about biology
Don't much about the science book
Don't know much about the french I took
All I do know is I love you now
And I wonder if you love me, too
Ooh what a wonderful world this could be

I don't know much about geography now
Don't know much about
Trigonometry now
Don't know much about the algebra
Don't know what a slide rule is for
But I do know one and one is two now
And I wonder if you love me, too
Ooh what a wonderful world this could be

I don't claim to be "a" student
But that's what I'm trying to be
But by being an "a" student, baby
Looks like I could win your love for me

Don't know much about the history now
Don't know much about biology
I don't much about the science book now
Don't know much about the good french i took
All I do know is I love you now
And I wonder if you love me, too
Ooh what a wonderful world this could be

I don't claim to be "a" student
But that's what I'm trying to be
But if I have to be an "a" student, baby
I'm gonna win your love for me

I don't know much about geography now
Don't know much about trigonometry
Don't know much about the algebra now
Don't know what a good slide rule is for
But I do know one and one is two now
And I wonder if you love me, too
Ooh what a wonderful world this could be

Good lord, I been trying
I been trying, I been trying...

When will I Be Loved

( The Everly Brothers Cover / Live )

I've been cheated
Been mistreated
When will I be loved

I've been put down
I've been pushed 'round
When will I be loved

When I find a new man
That I want for mine
He always breaks my heart in two
It happens every time

I've been made blue
I've been lied to
When will I be loved

When I find a new man
That I want for mine
He always breaks my heart in two
It happens every time

Oh, I've been cheated
Been mistreated
When will I be loved
When will I be loved
Tell me, when will I be loved

Wildflowers

( Dolly Parton / Live )

The hills were alive with wildflowers
And I was as wild, even wilder than they
For at least I could run, they just died in the sun
And I refused to just wither in place

Just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow
So I ran fearing not where I'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow

And the flowers I knew in the fields where I grew
Were content to be lost in the crowd
They were common and close, I had no room for growth
I wanted so much to branch out

I uprooted myself from home ground and left
Took my dreams and I took to the road
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow

I grew up fast and wild and I never felt right
In a garden so different from me
I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone
So the garden, one day, set me free

Hitched a ride with the wind and since he was my friend
I just let him decide where we'd go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow

Wordgamething

( Building 55 EP )

And I am done waiting
Say what you have to say
'Cause our time is running out
And this whole wordgamething is lame

The winter is coming
It's gonna be cold this year in Ontario
And I am leaving for Japan
I hear there is no snow in Tokyo

And I can hear the clock ticking
Down to the countdown
But I am a comparison
'Cause I'm not the one who touched you first

And I feel like I've been kicked in the gut
And I am on the ground
Had a dream about you last night
You were in my place and I was sitting down
And you stood behind me not saying nothing
You just smelled my neck

God had to leave
Not saying anything
Wishing you could find the courage to stay
Just once

And I am done waiting
I am walking away
'Cause we are both drunk
And I swear it is almost morning

Yes I Guess They Oughta Name A Drink After You

( John Prine Cover / Live )

Oh I get drunk most every night
Seems like all we do is fight
The more I drink
The less I feel blue
Sometimes I feel like an awful fool
Spendin' my life on an old bar stool
And yes I guess they oughta name a drink after you

If this date were to be our last
I'd never sit down this glass
It'd take all the booze in the world
To forget you
You've left my heart a vacant lot
I'll fill it with another shot
And yes I guess they oughta name a drink after you

Looks like I had my fill
Guess I better pay my bill
When I started out I only meant to have a few
Someone just said that you left town
I better get a double round
And yes I guess they oughta name a drink after you

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