1. |
Dragonfly
03:22
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Came in from a distance
Not sure from which direction
So certain of her landing
She made no course correction
So hard to decide
Is it best to watch or wave goodbye?
Dragonfly
A beauty and a confidence
But really with no self defense
You caught the light and caught my eye
I love you but I’m terrified
Will you stay or will you go?
Or will it be a bit of both?
So hard to decide
What is truth and what are lies?
So hard to decide
Is it best to watch or wave goodbye?
Dragonfly
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2. |
QEII
03:49
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Rolling down the Queen’s highway
past gold and under blue
Signs reflect the distance growing
between this empty seat and you
Endless sky above me
starts to turn an amber hue
flat land curves and bursts as
rocks protrude into my view
You’ll still see the same stars as me tonight
Pylons stand like soldiers
and we’re crawling in one lane
Now there’s time to wish that I was
home with you again
and I will be
soon so until then
say you’ll look up
like you always do
Prairies to the east of me
valleys to the west
Rolled over five hundred now
I need a place to rest
You’ll still see the same stars as me tonight
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3. |
Ain't Happy
04:10
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She ain't happy without a babe in her arms
Without sunrise cries like morning alarms
She ain't happy when the silence returns
And I ain't happy without her
Yeah I ain't happy without her
She ain't rich, but she's fine with what she's got
Her intentions are good but her credit is shot
She ain't rich, but she'll give up her lot
And I ain't rich, but I've got her
Yeah, I ain't rich, but I've got her
She ain't lost but she know where home can be found
I don’t have a ring but she knows I’m always around
She ain’t lost, yeah, she knows we are bound
And when I’m lost, it’s a blur
But I ain’t lost, when I’m with her
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4. |
Madeline
03:00
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Madeline,
please listen.
Are you coming out
or can I come in?
Oh, Madeline.
Please say anything.
Once again,
I’ve messed up everything
and everytime
we talk things out.
Oh, Madeline.
I’ll be waiting here
if I have to sleep by the door.
What do you want me to say
as if there’s anything more?
Madeline,
please open the door
even if to say
we’re not anymore,
my dear.
“I’m too tired to fight.”
That’s what you always say.
What are my words even worth
(if) silence is gold anyway?
Anyway, Madeline,
I’ve said enough --
you win.
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5. |
Ghosts
03:08
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I got an invitation
To the west coast
But I turned it down
Cause I'm scared of your ghost
Haunting our street
The thing that terrifies me
It's not that I might see your ghost
It's that it won't see me
Not sure who died first
Or what was the cause
Was it words that were thrown
Or was it the vase?
Whatever it was
It was the end of us
It's clear enough to see
Your spirit was already...
Free to come
Free to leave
Free to be doubted
Or to be believed
Free to plant yourself
Nowhere to go
Nowhere is home
But I've got my burdens
My burdens to bear
With this ball and chain
I'm not going anywhere
(And) you're hanging round
With no place to be
No one gets the last laugh
Cause you and I aren't...
You've got your postcards
I've got my walls
You walk your streets
While I'm pacing my halls
Thinking on you
Never satisfies me
It's not that I miss your ghost
It's that your ghost don't miss me
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6. |
Family Reunion
04:45
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The night before, full of decisions
whiskey or wine, liquid provisions
Slept on your side, propped up and dropped out
Nothing to hide
This is your survival
Can’t even think about
tomorrow
Stumbling in to your brothers car
You slept the whole way with your sunglasses on
Aching and hungover
You opened the door and fell out on the lawn
You made your arrival
Don’t worry about tomorrow
Hugs from your mom and your gramma too
No words of the stains on your shirt or your shoes
Somehow they knew what you’d been through
Shaking of hands, slurring of greetings
red blood-shot eyes and memories fleeting
You could've hidden, made some excuses
but you weren’t afraid to parade your abuses
This is your survival
Don’t even think about tomorrow
This is your survival
Can’t even think about
tomorrow
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7. |
This Day's Not Done
04:11
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This day’s not done until I’m near you
but I fear you have other plans
The sun may be down and crickets calling
with no stars falling how can I wish you here?
Slow, steady pulse of your breathing
each breath tells me you’re dreaming
what will tomorrow bring
if you’re not lying beside me?
I wonder what is dividing
you from me?
Under my head no phone ringing
has me thinking what’s keeping you away?
Your pillow cold and alone here
But this ain’t all clear and now I’m left wondering.
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8. |
I Hate This Time of Year
03:09
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She scans in photos and posts them online
memories surge from the back of her mind
loved one taken before her time
She takes a moment to rewind
under her breath she... mumbles softly
“I hate this time of year.”
“I hate this time of year.”
Snow drifts sideways; pulls her along
ditches sing a siren song
wait forever for a disappointing dawn
Sun’s barely up before it’s gone
with quiet curses, she prays alone,
“I hate this time of year.”
“I hate this time of year.”
“I hate this time of year.”
But a day will come, it'll all be clear
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9. |
Nowhere Else But Here
04:32
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Staring at the tv screen
the sunrise staring back at me
Waking up from a dream
Lying awake, here in Alberta
You smell the earth, you see the sky
The soil is wet but the air is dry
The sun is low but the fields high
Just another day, here in Alberta
Snow falls in the month of May
hits the ground and melts away
cursing quietly you say
Why do we stay, here in Alberta?
In their own time, seasons change
and everything is rearranged
There’s beauty born from the stains
Come alive, oh! Alberta
My first love and my first tears
Starry nights and stolen beers
It's where I'll spend my final years
Find me a place here in Alberta
Nowhere else but here in Alberta
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10. |
Farewell Party
02:23
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And you wake up
With your head between your knees
And a heart that’s saying “Please explain…
this break up
between what was to be
and what can never be again.”
No balloons
No banner to hang
No speeches
Or songs with the gang
No final beers
Or well wishing cheers
There’s no farewell party
For this kinda gone
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