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Well I've been working a long time at this
Keeping myself far away from the cliff
And you're like a gale blowin' eastward bound
But I can stand my my ground, yes I can, I can stand my ground
I never much cared for the romance of the sea
See there's monsters and pirated behind every weed
And you're like a warm tide inviting me in
But the shore's going to be my friend, yes it is, the shores going to be my friend
Ch: 'Cause only my tears could float,
Only my tears could float
Only my tears could float your boat.
Well its true that I've been a few years on the road
But roaming is easy when you ain't got no home
And you're like the fire that's warming the hearth
But I'm still in the dark, yes I am, I'm still in the dark
And I'm thinking the desert is my next destination
I'm going to build me a squat on the Apache Nation
And you'll be the sun, setting far in the west
When I lay down to rest, little girl, when I lay down to rest.
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I've been walking round with holes in my shoes
For years and years I've been singing these blues
I can't find work and when I do
Can't live of the money they pay me.
And I know I'm not the only one
Walking around with limited funds
Running from the man with a badge and a gun
Is everybody I went to school with.
Hard times, it's hard times, hard times woah
Whats the point in living if you've got to grow cold
Hard times in old Ontario
Well the Unions they've all gone and died
And them's that's left are trying to survive
While fat-cat bureaucrats walking in stride
With big fucking grins on their faces
And I wouldn't be so broke it wouldn't be so bad
If I wasn't always going and spending my cash
But the TV says I better spend it fast
And I always seem to do it
Hard times, it's hard times, hard times woah
Whats the point in living if you've got to grow cold
Hard times in old Ontario
But I know how to grow my food
I can sew a patch or two
I don't need no swimming pool
Don't care that much for money
So let's all close our bank accounts
We can give 'em something to shout about
'Cause we're the hand that feeds the mouth
And I think they need reminding
Hard times, it's hard times, hard times woah
Whats the point in living if you've got to grow cold
Hard times in old Ontario
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End of April
04:06
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Listen close dear. Let me tell you about the dream I dreamed last night
Dreamed you were with me, my arms around you, and I held you close and tight.
Out the window, snow was falling, and the sky was dark and grey
But it was warm there under them blankets and in my dream you asked me to stay.
Listen close dear. Let me tell you what I found when I awoke
Cigarette stains on my pillows, last nights lump still in my throat
Out the window, snow was falling, inside it was freezing too
Did they cut my heat off? Or is it broken? Or did all my warmth walk out the door with you?
Lit a roach up, threw my coat on nothing like a Sunday afternoon and a cup of coffee
This ain't no weather for the end of April and the way I'm living just ain't no way to be
Out the window, snow is falling, now it's getting in the holes of my shoes
I could turn this all around if I got lucky, but all my luck walked out the door with you.
There's this girl there, serves my coffee, and she smiles so soft and sweet
Says "I'm getting off 'round seven thirty, maybe after we could meet?"
Out the window snow is falling, Lord what am I going to do?
Threw out her number, just round the corner, because all my love walked out the door with you.
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Ballad of the G20
01:55
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MDMA
01:50
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Henry Lee
05:15
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I met a man in Delhi Ontario
We went driving for to see him through some February snow
He reminded me of someone I think I used to know
But ain't that the way that it goes?
Ain't that the way it goes?
We was looking for a bodhran to round out our sound
Playing for St. Pat in Waterloo town
We didn't find no drummer, but so much more instead
There ain't nothing like that eye in your head
No there ain't nothing like that eye in your head.
Ch; Pleased to meet you again my name is Oz
I've grown tired of the lights and applause
This whole universe is just light and sound
So I'll stoke the fire bring your fiddle around
I'll stoke the fire bring your fiddle around.
Over in the living room we was playing for our meal
It got to feeling like a family ordeal
Blowing out our lungs in a conch symphony
Cause there ain't nothing like them binaural beats.
Ain't nothing like them binaural beats.
I make drums for a living, to creates to be god
And life sure turned out to be more than I thought
I used to believe it was all one big show
But there ain't nothing like divine ratio
There ain't nothing like that divine ratio.
Ch.
Well isn't the Gita a mighty fine book?
Whenever I'm troubled it's in it I look.
But always be a seeker man, don't pretend to know.
Still there ain't nothing like that immortal soul,
No there ain't nothing like that immortal soul.
When you have the mic you're a magician he said,
It'll give you a chance to get in to folks' heads.
So go out in the world and don't forget to sing,
'Cause there ain't nothing like the way that we dream,
No there ain't nothing like the way that we dream.
Ch.
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