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Tallahatchie Pass
03:36
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V1: Put the law back in your holster
It’s long way before Tallahatchie Pass
You can get out when you’re older
But for now you gotta keep on kickin ass
You fell for a poet
But words can only tell you what you wanna hear
You sometimes think you’ve blown it
But half the fun is knowing when to lasso steer
CH: What comes before us
Can sometimes take the shape of a spinning wheel
Lost in a circle
Round and round we go till we cannot feel
You hear the chain-gang
But you can’t hear the whispers in the wind
Let love become a mirror
Reflect the hurricane that you feel within
Let the sun shine in, let the sun shine in
Rpt V1, CH.
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The Bridge
03:02
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Not so long ago I had a lover
One I could connect with unlike any other
Strong but insecure ever certain never sure
And so I felt that we belonged together
Between us lay a bridge across a chasm
A gorge of former loves and chances taken
Stretched his hand to mine and so I crossed the line
As an exercise in my emancipation
Blinded by desire I never saw it comin
A hurricane that blew the ropes and left them broken
He stepped back to his side, my arms left open wide
And saved himself with fear and hesitation
Through the rushing air I heard him callin
Static on the rocks of his inhibition
With all my hopes destroyed, I soared into the void
A swallow dive to pain and education
Just the other day I was out a-walkin
And there he was tho I took him for an apparition
High upon a ridge, he was searching for a bridge
To another side where someone would be waitin
He waved to me and I smiled in recognition
But I turned away as I heard a voice inside me sayin:
Love don't ever pay if they won't meet you halfway
Remember this for your self-preservation
I said: Love don't ever pay if they won't meet you halfway
Remember this for your self-preservation.
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Rollercoaster
03:40
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I have to ride a roller-coaster
I'd never choose a life so wild
So tight the harness is across my shoulder
So steep the tracks ahead, the corners blind
Some struts are wood and they might splinter
To hold the rails of steel so high
I try to give the ride a stable structure
To bear the train that tends to rise and fall
Resigned to ride a roller-coaster
To loop the loop beneath the sky
Could be that I enjoy the fear and pressure
The vertigo to prove that I'm alive
Roller-coaster
Roller-coaster
Roller-coaster
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4. |
My Five Senses
03:27
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That face in my mind is as clear as a photograph
With each feature sharp and defined
That voice has a sound like an old-fashioned phonograph
So warm with a crackle from time to time
Aromas of jasmine and sandalwood
The scent unique to the house I once thought I could never leave
That touch like a feather of turtle dove
That taste a flavor I savored and knew it was love
And every day, my five senses read to me
Their stories of my past life with you
I can't deny, I smile and cry a tear
A fairy-tale, unreal but true
Aromas of jasmine and sandalwood
The scent unique to the house I once thought I could never leave
That touch like a feather of turtle dove
That taste a flavor I savored and knew it was love
That sense a feeling so tender it had to be love
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5. |
I Do
03:16
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Lost are the people in a living dream, Virtue blushing in a limousine that morning
Kisses and flowers for the bride-to-be, and Daddy is there to give her heart away
Waiting in the church is the chosen one, a man silhouetted on a saint behind the altar
Promises are made, the vows are done, a nod from the vicar is a blessing from above
I do, I do, I do, I do
Spent confetti on a polished floor, a solitary pair slow-dancing to a samba
Semi-drunk glasses in a shaft of sun, the paper remains of speeches cast aside
Sleeping in a corner sits Uncle John, a child pirouetting in a white dress by the window
Static on the stage, the band play on, the sweet melancholy of an echo on the ride
I do, I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do love you
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Old Wives Lake
03:54
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V1: From Calgary, drive east south east
AB-1 E Trans-Canada Highway
Pass through, pass through Bassano and Brooks
Till Medicine Hat lies behind you
Some 60 miles before Moose Jaw
Sharp right, first left to the shores
Of Old Wives Lake, where squaws of Cree
Were killed in eighteen thirty-eight
Blackfoot scouts on a hilltop
Seen by Cree at the lake
One thing they knew for certain
Soon they'd be under attack
The old wives laid a deception
To keep their fires alight
The rest meanwhile escapin
Under the cover of night
rpt V1
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7. |
13 Summers
03:17
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V1: 13 summers in the shadows of a long lost sun,
These last two years saw hailstone blizzards all June
Six-pack Sasha's in a budgie-cage all day long
Skewered on the barrel of a blackened eye, bloodshot-gun
Skewered on the barrel of a blackened eye, bloodshot-gun
V2: 14 moons in the oceans of a hard rain-storm
These last two weeks heard Mama sing Tom Waits songs
Innocence workin' in a prison-yard ten years on
Weather-beat numbers in the cracks of a hammerhead-stone
Weather-beat numbers in the cracks of a hammerhead-stone
13 summers in the shadows of a long lost sun.
V3: 15 colours in the feathers of a raven's crown
These last two nights saw party-fears fever hit town
Telescope Tommy's got a phone-box seven floors down
Shattered on the lens of a mega-volt skin flash-gun
Shattered on the lens of a mega-volt skin flash-gun
V4: 16 seconds on the watch of a hangman's arm
These last two days heard nine o'clock church-bells sound
Sex-change Sally's got his eye on a preacher's son
Smears of mascara in the dust of an upper shin-bone
Smears of mascara in the dust of an upper shin -bone
13 summers in the shadows of a long lost sun
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On a cold December morning, I went down to the river
Saw smoke rings rising up towards the sky
I followed their direction to some rushes by the water
To the shadow of a man and fishing-line
In some way I felt drawn to make my presence known
And so with that intention in my mind
I stepped on broken branches brushed my fingers on the bushes
But he didn't move or redirect his eyes
In a softened voice I asked him to pardon my intrusion
He shook his head then turned to me and smiled
He talked about the Ancients and he sang like Leonard Cohen
And told me of the old, forgotten times
The sun became an amber, with sparks above the fire
While hours stretched across the fading light
He answered every question with a calm serene demeanour
And scattered jewels of wisdom in the night
On a cold December morning, I go down to the river
Still hoping once again that I can find
The man who knew the Ancients and who sang like Leonard Cohen
With songs about the old, forgotten times
Forgotten time, forgotten time
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9. |
And This She Knows
03:21
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She lives by the sea, the sea gives her everything she’s ever dreamt about
Some time to smoke hashish, it soothes her, somehow that’s kind of alright by me
She may pass you by, look straight through your eye
But you wouldn’t change her, and this she knows
He lives by the sea, the sea gives him everything he’s ever dreamt about
He may pass you by, look straight through your eye
But you wouldn’t change him, and this he knows
You wouldn’t change him, and this he knows
They may pass you by, look straight through your eye
You wouldn’t change, and this they know
You wouldn’t change, and this they know
And you shouldn’t change, and this they know
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10. |
The Traveller
03:18
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I dream of south California in the sun on a freeway to Mexico,
Sweet sounds of Be-bop-a-Lula playin’ loud on the radio,
I drive an open-top Buick with a cream-laquered body and wheels of chrome,
Up ahead the gold evanescence of a warm and rusty glow
Some burn to travel, into the deep unknown,
Where thoughts unravel, like the miles from here to home,
Some burn to travel, into the deep unknown,
Where thoughts unravel, like the miles from here to home
I dream of East Minnesota on a trip over water to Thunder Bay,
Port-side the trees of the forest and the shores of Grand Marais,
I sail a sleek Catalina with the waves ridin’ higher the walls of spray,
Heartache, despair and the spectres of the past are washed away
Some burn to travel, into the deep unknown,
Where thoughts unravel, like the miles from here to home,
Some burn to travel, into the deep unknown,
Where thoughts unravel, like the miles from here to home
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Lisa Meilen was a Canadian/Welsh singer who passed away in March 2021. This album is dedicated to her.
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