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Careless Love
03:01
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Oh, I know the cracks in the ceiling
Like a cabbie knows the streets of this town
Where the plaster has crumbled from the couple upstairs
Pounding their feet on the ground
Where the paint runs off to a territory
Where it really just shouldn't be
That's a sloppy paint job
But none so sloppy as the way that you do me
I never come but it don't matter
I could be any other girl
My head planted on that pillow my eyes fixed up above
Is this what they meant when they sang "Careless Love"?
Watson sang of a woman who pummeled his heart
Her sweet love it proved untrue
I know she strayed but before she did
Did her legs lie limp as mine do?
Did she plan her escape as his gut smacked down
On her stomach so still and lifeless
Well, I'm willing to wager she was getting done
By that love that he called 'careless'.
I never come but it don't matter
I could be any other girl
My head planted on that pillow, my eyes fixed up above
Is this what they meant when they sang "Careless Love"?
Well, I stripped down my pillow and I gathered all my things
I packed that case like a bag
Took a dagger like a pen and into his oak bed
These words of warning did tag:
"If the love that you give ain't the love that you're getting,
then like the constellation move on."
These words written to be read by the next little head
That he should lay hand upon!
I won't come home and it won't matter
He could find any other girl
Her head planted on that pillow, her eyes fixed up above
Yeah, that's what they meant when they sang "Careless Love".
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2. |
Hell's A Place
02:40
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Their eyes are scornful and ours'll be black
If we don't get our shit together and get on track
Out from the mountains, away from the west
Rumor has it there's a village where we can rest
It don't matter if our love is true
Them bigots have it out for girls like me and you
Their morals rain from that G-d up above and according to him
Hell's the place for our love
Thumbs out of Quesnel, through Vedder Crossing
Memories harden like the earth beneath this stranger's tires
They spare us guns of war, then beat us in our homes
Convinced our interlocked legs are fuel for fire
If we don't make it I'll meet you in Hell
Where the hot hot heat of our love can swell
Higher than the egos of righteous man
And larger than the expanse of this g-d damned land
Now six days traveled, we just reached Broadview
I couldn't have another trucker's hand run up my thigh
He struggled sluggishly, you took the wheel
His breath cut short by CB radio wire
Don't worry darling 'bout the fires we'll meet
Heaven would have burned up from our hot heat
Don't worry darling it'll all turn out well
We'll get to that village or I'll love you in hell
Their eyes are scornful and ours'll be black
If we don't get our shit together and get on track
Out from the mountains, away from the west
Rumor has it there's a village where we can rest
It don't matter if our love is true
Them bigots have it out for girls like me and you
Their morals rain from that G-d up above and according to him
Hell's the place for our love
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3. |
Nothing's Alright
04:02
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There's nothing's alright right now
The way that you're acting is not your fault
No, there's nothing alright right now
Oh it don't matter that we been in love
No it don't matter that we been in love
I heard some singer say
"I'll never tremble if I got you"
or "I'll weather come what may
So long as our love stays true."
And others outside confirm
"Through hardship you'll make it very well
There's a lesson for you to learn
No, there's no love like yours far as we can discern."
But there's nothing alright right now
Slippery tires in the rain ain't the drivers fault
No, there's nothing alright right now
Oh it didn't matter that we been in love
No it don't matter that we been in love
There's nothing alright right now
The way that you're acting is not your fault
No, there's nothing alright right now
Oh it don't matter that we been in love
No it don't matter that we been in love
No, it don't matter
Oh, it don't matter
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4. |
No Great Leap
03:34
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It's out the door, two flights of stairs
Twenty paces, then I'm there
Wait in line to pay my fare
Balm my lip and fix my hair
And every day it's just the same
The platform winds they call my name
Sweep in sweep out now with the train
That brings me o'er to Queen & Main
This train mighta taken me up to work and back you see
It always does since I been twenty-one
My mother's man he liked my face
And that's not all so I took off at a child's age
Yeah I laid waste
Found the closest city to settle down
And taste the dirt of concrete ground
My will was high but cash was down
Rent is low west of downtown
No job to get, no family
With no trade skills or big degree
The only place to work for me
Is the east end full of factories
This train mighta taken me up to work and back you see
It always does since I been twenty-one
If being poor is my life's crime
My body's prison's eastern standard time
The doors they chime
Ten hours toil at minimum wage
Rides to and from bookend my day
Keep the man at work and there he'll stay
He ain't at home but he's in my way
And every day I fight the urge
To hear those doors sound my funeral dirge
Those platform winds give me the nerve
It's quick and clean and trains can't swerve
This train mighta taken me up to work and back
You see it always does
Track's got a tunnel that's long and deep
A pre-dug trench for eternal sleep
There's not much here I want to keep
So to the end, it's no great leap
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5. |
Forest Of Tears
03:17
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See that forest in the back, walk through it was you go
You'll recall it wasn't there when you left fifty years ago
You kicked up dust like powdered rust a cloud above us formed
It did not rain but in my pain an ocean from eyes did flow
Salt tears watered the dirt floor, a vacant heart made room to grow
Spite it bloomed the brambles with more contempt than I could mow
Hate weeded the weeds out, my love for you in tow
I cried a forest after you
If you catch that poplar fluff and brush it cross your tongue
A taste misplaced of ocean air with waft down
through your lungs the soundscape stained with whale
songs echoes your son's remorse
when you skipped town his words were drowned these
moans his only recourse
Salt tears watered the dirt floor, a vacant heart made room to grow
Spite it bloomed the brambles with more contempt than I could mow
Hate weeded the weeds out, my love for you in tow
I cried a forest after you
I thought that you wouldn't leave us anything at all
I was wrong cuz look at this
It's here because you're gone
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6. |
Paris Is Burning
03:56
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My poor mother, ain't no one above her
So why, tell me why, do we fight all the time?
Her only wish is that I do my dishes
So why, tell me why, do we fight?
Her hand on her forehead
When I come home with my eyes red
So why, tell me why, do we fight all the time?
And when I am profane, she says it conjures pain
So why, tell me why, do we fight?
Cuz the men in the Commons, they keep getting taller
Despite the battles we wage, they keep getting stronger
So we fight the one we love, yeah it's all for nothing
But the release of something that we cannot contain
My tired lover rolls under the covers
Asks me why, tell me why, do we fight all the time?
I look at him plainly and I answer sanely
"We fight, because they fight all the time."
And I am not well, the world is not right
I am not well cuz they are not well, is that alright?
I am not well, they are not right
I am not well, they are not right
Paris is burning and we should burn too
Fight them as hard as your disbelief
I am not well, cuz they are not well
Is that alright?
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7. |
Someday Soon
03:58
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8. |
Marbridar
03:43
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Hadn't been long in this land of theft 'til he made it to the water
'Tween the tracks and the lake he took his place
Paying money to the crown
And the trees were felled midst the sour smell
Of burning poison ivy
And that road unpaved would become his grave
38 years from that now
Christened it with 3 letters that came
First in the name of his three women
Motors mix water and gas the same
Put in a dock so they could go swimming
The same metal he'd used to forge nazi horseshoes
Now he'd pound it into railings
The iron was wrought and ever so hot
as his temper became after drinking
The earth was cracked, yeah all too packed
Hardly good for growing for eating
So he'd import manure, so pungent and pure
To waken her peasant feelings
Trilliums line the ditch and the road
Rails get torn up as the train lines slow
War orphans beat cuz they've been beaten
And he'd beat the land
He'd beat the land.
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9. |
14 Hour Day
03:23
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Nights like weeks in Timmins
You'd work out in the mines
I'd go to bed eyes wide awake
And bury you in my mind
I'd bury you in mind
Your sooty boots would stain the stairs
Up to our front door
You'd made it through another night
And come home in the morn
You'd come home in the morn
And it would be a nice light to lay me down with you in
I'd be a nice light
It'd be a nice light to lay me down with you in
It'd be a nice light
Your foreman became bossman, so foreman you became
You'd made it up the ladder to work a 14 hour day
You'd work a 14 hour day
And with the 10 they'd left you a pack of 12 you'd drink
To get you through the beat down of those postwar
Thoughts you'd think
Yeah, those postwar thoughts you'd think
Oh, it would be a nice light to lay me down with you yeah
I'd be a nice night
It'd be a nice night to lay me down with you in
It'd be a nice night
But not with your anxious thoughts
Your anxious thoughts
Now my anxious thoughts, they get overwrought
I weep my night away
There's a dip here in the mattress
Beside me where you lay
I can't bear to lie here, oh I weep my night away
You know I weep my night away
I'll grab that shovel darling, march up to your grave
Dig a hole right next to yours and next to you I'll stay
Yeah next to you I'll stay
And it'll be a nice night to lay me down with you
It'll be a nice night
Yeah, it'll be a nice night to lay me down with you
It'll be a nice night
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10. |
Snow And Rain
01:54
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Said it snowed then rained ten inches
Hope it don't freeze over night
If it freezes over night
I won't be able to ride in tomorrow
If I can't ride in tomorrow
Then I can't take his life
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11. |
Tirade Of A Shitty Mom
06:22
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I'll not have her for your wife
I'll not have her for your wife
Partners, you two, to pain and strife
And spit from those'll stain your life
I'll not have her for your wife
You were born to be a girl
With furrowed brow and short brown curls
Not shoulders hunched or chest constrained
Or eyes downcast with swift refrain
You were born to me a girl
So I'll not have you for a son
I'll not have you for a son
Whence? From this womb your life was sprung
Don't tell me that my daughter's done
Don't tell me that my daughter's done
And some with stitch and stethoscope
They'll leave you on, they'll give you hope
Some dreams we dare to entertain
But others only lead to shame
I tell you cold, I tell you cope
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12. |
Juice And Sage
02:00
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My soap smells of juice and sage
You should go to see her
My soap smells of juice and sage
It's nobody's fault but my own
Your shoes smell of polish and sweat
You should go to see her
Maybe we walked for too long a time
It's nobody's fault but my own
No one should assume a path or a gait
And forfeit their freedom for Love's kicks
You led the way, yea, but I followed you
It's nobody's fault but my own
My soap smells of juice and sage
You should go to see her
My soap smells of juice and sage
It's nobody's fault but my own
I'll lodge myself in a very dark cave
With walls made of sharp obsidian
My skin it will roughen and I will grow old
And no one will come to see me
My soap smells of juice and sage
You should go to see her
My soap smells of juice and sage
I'll find the way home on my own
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