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The wind seems to whisper me secrets
I can reckon the call of the land
And I once thought I knew
How to decipher you
I have a map but I can’t tell where I am
Each time I open our book
The words won’t fall into place
And you’re lying there with that look,
I wish I could read what’s written all over your face.
One day my words just escaped me
Outlaws on a sun-stricken plain
I swear when I was young
The land of my tongue
Bore a bounty of bright golden grain
Now each time I open our book
The words won’t fall into place
And you’re lying there with that look
I wish I could read what’s written all over your face.
There’s a train crying in the wind
And I’m trying to wire the next station
But the message is broken and frayed
And the meaning is lost in tarnation
So send me your signs and your symbols
You’re a figure I can’t seem to square
And in the worst of my dreams
You tire it seems
Of climbing all my blank stares.
Now each time I open our book
The words won’t fall into place
And you’re lying there with that look. wish I could
Read what’s written all over your face.
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you knew just what you wanted
in fact you always flaunted
how you had your plan laid out back then
but now you’ve come to realize
the truth and the advice
about the best laid plans of mice and men
no i just can't take it, no i don’t think i’ll make it
there’s too much at stake and i just can’t abide
no i just can’t fake it not for the sake of my pride.
and now as you get older,
there’s more you've got to shoulder
everything comes down to the bottom line
the eye of the beholder
just like i always told her
now you gotta ask where it is that you sign
no i just cant take it,
no i don’t think i’ll make it
there’s too much at stake and i just can’t abide
no i just can’t fake it not for the sake of my pride.
money always finds wealth but
illness rarely finds health
you crunch your numbers and pop your pills
and when your final day comes your balances and sums
won't count for much as your grave gets filled
no i just cant take it,
no i don’t think i’ll make it
there’s too much at stake and i just can’t abide
no no no i just can’t fake it, know that my heart is aching, it would
be a mistake for the sake of my pride
Oh, for the sake of my pride
No no no no my pride
No no no no no,
Don't leave me broke 'n bleeding
All over the Kaffe floor oh yeah
Leave me alone
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These clothes you gave me don't fit right
The belt is loose and the noose is tight
I'm drunk out looking for a fight
I'm soft and heavy as the night
I'm soft and heavy as the night
I've drowned the leagues of thirty men
And I've borne the wrath of each of them
Oh sugar cane and sugar plum
And the evils of the setting sun
The evils of the setting sun
I'll be your nine pin, eight ball, seventh day, six pound,
diamond quarter girl
Well the holy water caught my dress
And I fell down in a holy mess
O Lazarus here and Lazarus gone
Oh Lazarus won't you take me home
Oh Lazarus won't you take me home
It poured down from the mouths of babes
Locusts in a land of grey
I am wild-eyed and gone astray
Oh brother dear, bear me away
Brother dear, bear me away
This is no country for lovers
This is no country for me
I'll be your nine pin, eight ball, seventh day, six pound,
diamond quarter girl
I'll be your nine pin, eight ball, seventh day, six pound,
diamond quarter girl
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You’re getting your kicks while you still can
Yeah, you’re getting your kicks while you still can
but you’re feeding the well that’s dry
Your little sick tricks are in your hand
Yeah, your little sick tricks are in your hand
Won’t you, breathe in these modern times
Your mindless mind
Cuz I try and I beg
But your lip starts to shake
She cloned me yeah
She cloned me yeah
The games that you play, in such a peculiar way
The games that you play, they’re all so familiar.
You’re getting your kicks while you still can
Yeah, you’re getting your kicks while you still can
But you’re walking the finest line
and your little sick tricks are in your hand
Yeah, your little sick tricks are in your hand
but you’ve got your mothers eyes
Cuz I try and I beg
But your lip starts to shake
She cloned me yeah
She cloned me yeah
The games that you play, in such a peculiar way
The games that you play, they’re all so familiar.
I’m gonna get you a diamond
Pluck it out of the sky
Better treasure that diamond
Yeah you will, but it won’t satisfy
She cloned me yeah
She cloned me yeah
The games that you play, in such a peculiar way
The games that you play, they’re all so familiar.
Gonna get you a diamond
Pluck it out of the sky
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And I saw rays of morning sun
bending round the earth
And as I too
bent down
bent down
to feel the autumn's earth
bent down
to take my leave.
And we too took a walk
between the dew
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There's a secret I won't say but
You know, you know
Every truth must have its day and
You know, you know
That this is but a lonely dream
A thing inside your mind
This is why, this is why
You're playing dumb but I can tell that
You know, you know
In your eye I see the tell and
You know, you know
Open up and let the love light shine
Upon me now
This is why, this is why
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, o—oh
You seem fine but deep inside now
You know, you know
You know, you know
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Sing it to the hills boys, sing to the blood line of Kings boys
Singin’ for eight hundred years I’m throwing off fear, fighting and tears and I’m
Singin’ for the strikers, hungry and alone
Sing for the ones who raised them and for lettin’ their loved ones go
He’s the real deal with his watch cap and wellies
He’s givin’ a tour of Bogside’s dead
This ain’t for tourists, its bloodstains and anger
It’s his town his story and that’s what he said
“Here’s where I had to hide and watch while my cousin died
Here’s how I felt when the British denied it all”
Sing it to the hills boys, sing to the blood line of Kings boys
Singin’ for eight hundred years I’m throwing off fear, fightin’ and tears and I’m
Singin’ for the strikers, hungry and alone
Sing for the ones who raised them and for lettin’ their loved ones go
Showin’ up late for his afternoon date
With a very keen Kate at the graveyard in fall
As we tour Glasnevin I am enthralled with him
And he thinks I’m strange for caring at all
The past is too painful and these are his heroes
He’d have fought right beside them, be buried by O’Connell’s wall
Sing it to the hills boys, sing to the blood line of Kings boys
Singin’ for eight hundred years I’m throwing off fear, fightin’ and tears and I’m
Singin’ for the strikers, hungry and alone
Sing for the ones who raised them and for lettin’ their loved ones go
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This one goes out to the old Left Behind Men
Where you always want to be heard
Our world has been shattered by some older Left Behind Men
(so I hope) you understand, why your wisdom seems absurd
Hop into the back seat if you want to join our ride
Take you hands off the wheel, if you’re hoping to survive
Let go of your knowing, and swallow your pride
Stop standing in our way, and stand by our side
If life is where the heart is, no matter where we roam
It’s time to find our way home
We’ve all been silenced by your rules and words you say
Children should be seen, but never heard
You’ve always taught us “walk in lines and never stray”
(Now we) have to break the stones
(On which) you’ve carved your precious words
Your otherworldly heaven built on holes and lies
(Stop) making hell on earth, there’s nowhere you can hide
Let go of your knowing, and swallow your pride
Stop standing in our way, and stand by our side
If life is where the heart is, no matter where we roam
It’s time to find our way back home
If life is where the heart is, no matter where we roam
We have to find our way home
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For the last time I don't know
This avalanche is coming and we'll be the first to go
Got a message on the table about all the empty bottles rattling around
Get ready for dancing
Getting rusty over top but we're not slowing down no they're not going to make us stop
Then Al and John arrive with the wood
We piled it up a bit too high enough to keep this fire all night long
Get ready for dancing
Everybody's heard the news
Everybody knows the score
They're lining up for more
For the last time I don't know
With this avalanche that's coming we'll be the first to go
Got a message in the mirror a little touch of gray but I'm dancing anyway
Get ready for dancing
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sally sits alone by her window watching the world go by
she laughs at the people craving the good life working until they die
she pities the worried kids who haven’t figured it out by twenty five
‘cause sally has no patience for life’s complications she puts her trust in the dice
sally sees no reason to fret about the small things
what a waste of time, What a waste of time
all the dreamers and the drifters go getters and quitters you’ll find your lust for life
it’ll come with some mistakes and don’t panic if it takes one too many tries
i know you want to win but losing’s a given i’ll settle for a tie
cause sally has no patience for life’s complications she puts her trust in the dice
sally sees no reason to fret about the small things
what a waste of time, what a waste of time, oh its such a waste of time
sally sits alone by her window while we all lose our minds
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A full length album spotlighting Wakefield's many gifted songwriting musicians as they cover each other’s finest songs in a fun and collaborative fashion.
As the pandemic put the kibosh on all live performance the musical community in Wakefield, QC, banded together and made a tribute album to each other along with an accompanying feature documentary of music videos and Wakefield visuals (to be released 23/24). Funded by Canada Heritage through Theatre Wakefield WDW is being produced and curated by Brain Sanderson (Esmerine, Sheesham & Lotus & Son) and Luther Wright (from the 'the Wrongs, those clever Kingstonians who brought you Rebuild the Wall).
