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While I’m looking for a job
Can I live in your basement?
I’d move there in an instant
You wait and see
I just came from the doc
And I’m high on anaesthetic
Do I sound pathetic?
Will you check on me?
You are my
Only friend
My beautiful Michelle
A barbeque
In your backyard
Is all I’m living for
Living off the grid
It is better for my brainwaves
I do my best to save
The last of me
Lying underground
I can get some sleep here
Rent is pretty cheap here
You can have my key
I’m so glad you were born
And I’m thankful to have met you
I’m sorry I didn’t get you
A birthday card
When you’re back in town
Do not be a stranger
I’ve got no chance to change her
Why do I try so hard?
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Days Are Gone
03:28
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Vines of ivy weave
around eroding
halls barely holding
on the moldy
sagging ceiling heaves
Scattering like leaves
the shingles
fall and mingle
while a single
willow bends its boughs to grieve
Sometimes the summit’s worth the climb
Sometimes our fantasies unwind
After church bells play their songs
Now those days are gone
The horizon smiles
on the scenery
makes a valley
Evergreens
reach out for a country mile
To be a child
climbing in those trees
again, could it be
that fantasy
will hold me for a while
We’ll hold the ceremony on the lawn
Look at Jackie Draper in her dress
Let’s fetch a yellow string to be your ring
And I’ll help you tie it on
Now those days are gone
The dusty breeze blows
through an open door
into the corner
where ordinary
dandelions grow
I have never known
A weed to be
as pretty
or as seemingly
at ease, they’re looking quite at home
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Down into my daydreams,
that’s one place I’ll never go
And the people I won’t meet there
don’t tell me things I’ll never know
I’ll go it alone, and I miss that place,
but those faces are far behind
You filled a fancy tower full of
flowers and really fine wine
But I never could find the time
Deep in my dreams there’s an army
they’re slaving away all day
Stacking the bricks up, higher and higher
‘til my dreams get carried away
You won’t find a road to get there
And I hung it all out on the line
Hey, tomorrow,
I only need one yesterday
I didn’t know you were hollow
I even shocked myself
Your cup of life was empty
And I was drinking to your health
To your health
So I go out counting flowers,
It don’t bother me at all
And my eyes were made for the nighttime so
you know I never trip and fall
But I tripped over my own ego
When I thought I could read your mind
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Majestic
04:25
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“Haul on the bowline,” that’s what they used to say
at the closing of the day
The gamblin’ boys would hang their drippin’ raincoats down below decks
and lose their next month’s paycheck
When summer breeze came from the east we’d put to port at New York
and get our feet on shore
Then, Lord, we’d carry on all night; drink ‘til we was ailing
But it was better when we were sailing
Sail on, Majestic, for the borderline
Running rum and moonshine
Sail on, Majestic, blowing through my mind
Those were simpler times
The sky was growing dark, the captain told us, “boys, be brave,
and we’ll make Montego Bay,”
It was no less that a hurricane, and we lost most our load
So we toasted what the ocean stole
So times were good, and times were bad, at times we didn’t know
How near we were to Davy Jones
But we weathered it together, singing shanties like a symphony
And hijinks on the high seas
Long ago, good ship Majestic ran her final run
and now she’s rotting in the sun
I never thought I’d be an old man, oh, my life is long
and I can’t get my raincoat on
But brine is in my blood, so when I die, don’t bury me
For I could not rest peacefully
Just put me on Majestic, we set sail for eternity
where forever we’ll be seaworthy
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Honeychile
04:21
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There’s a fire in the cane
North of Kingston town
The whole Great House
Is bound to burn down
But I’ll get by
I’ve got my books from my cellar room
America,
I’m coming soon
Oh, Honeychile,
You’re in my memory now
Oh, Honeychile,
You’re in my memory now
When I look in the glass
It’s all I can see
My twisted face,
My deformity
But when I’m with my friends,
Black widow in a box
Necklace a black racer,
I’m safe as Fort Knox
Hold on
Hold on to me now
Hold on
Hold on to me now
Like two spoons in a drawer
You’re all I’ve been waiting for
Like two spoons in a drawer
You’re all I’ve been waiting for
I’m not naïve
I’m no stranger to goodbyes
I believe in dragons,
And I’ve looked in their eyes
But I am new to this
loving game
Play with me now,
And remember my name
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Travis Wiebe Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
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