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Thirty Reasons
03:45
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Thirty Reasons Lyrics
Life is full of pain.
Such hopelessness.
No matter what you try
To make come to life
It’s a bitter trail to follow
One foot behind the other
Stand up and talk to your father
Fathers listen close
And give your son some time alone
Listen to the anger storm
Bring it back home.
Facing up to fury
Facing signs of exhaustion
It’s a cowboy in a can
It’s a boy alone.
Chorus:
What does it mean
When you gotta go to work?
What does it mean
When you gotta work hard?
What does it mean
When it doesn’t mean a thing
Doesn’t mean a thing
Doesn’t mean a thing
Go! Go! Go! Go!
I can think of thirty reasons
Why I’m where I am today
All the things I didn’t do
And all the things I did.
I don’t have a lot of regrets
Because I’m still too young to
Say “I’ll never get to do this or that.”
I’ll never be an American
I’ll never be a mother
I’ll never take my vacations
In Hawaii.
I am too smart to do that
Chorus
Somewhere in the back of
All this hand to hand
I’m grinding on a big knife
Living out my days as catch can
Against the backdrop
Of a well known museum
Crying “Where are my muscles?!
“Where are my muscles?!”
Someone told me
How to live my only life in peace.
Someone else just told me how to
Live it better.
Someone tells me
“Every thing is wrong!”
Maybe they are right
Maybe I’m the only man alive tonight
Chorus
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2. |
Join the Army
05:43
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Join the army
Fight in a war.
Have a baby
Work in a store.
I hear it in both ears from the
Schools that want a well defined saviour.
Theres got to be a better way to
understand and encourage creative behaviour.
Can you blame it on your daddy?
Has he just been made the caddy
For a lot of resentment?
Can you blame it on your mommy
'Cause she had you in her tummy
When she was full of life?
Join the army
Fight in a war.
Have a baby
Work in a store.
Everybody knows who I am
And has an opinion of me.
There's a waterfall within
That appears to become this opinion
There's a stagnant bog of nightmares
giving birth to these and more opinions
There's another place that we can go
Beyond the farthest stretch of your imagination.
Einstein has a dream about what matter is
'Cause it matters to him.
Maybe he just made it up to see
If he could make it up and see it
Maybe he forgot that criminals can turn
what matters Into anti matter
People all too soon forget the safety
In the forest of their dreams.
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3. |
Slag Heap Love
06:51
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Slag Heap Love
It fits like a glove
It's a heart made of steel
It's a slag heap love
It breathes in the cold
It feeds in the dark
It lives in the heart of industrial parks
It's a slag heap of love.
Well I get on the bus in Kapuskasing.
Got to get back to my baby.
She works in the supermarket right across the parking lot.
She wonders if I'll pick her up
I wonder does she care a lot.
We wonder if it's all there is or
If we're in the dark about it.
Talk about it.
Oh Canada our home and native land
True patriot love in all thy son's command;
With glowing hearts we see thee rise
The true north strong and freezing.
We want more than a stupid corner store
Selling smokes and combs and chocolate bars
And alcohol to grease balls
More than a chuck blade roast and a frost bit strip
And the heavenly, heavenly host
We're just hanging 'round the laundry mat
Talking 'bout real life and where it's at
Round the corner.
'Round the corner by the Super Stack
Slag Heap Love
It fits like a glove
It's a heart made of steel
It's a slag heap love
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Under the Pines
04:48
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Under the pines
Where the pale moon shines
And the roses touch entwined
This garden rambles under shade
Far different than mine.
So it seems I’d step upon you if I could
Maybe ‘cause my hearing’s not so good
I would hear a squeak and wonder
“What’s that sound?”
After I had blindly cut your throat
And put you in the ground
People who are told that they are stupid will appear as such
People who are told that they are smart think they deliver much
People who are hungry remain hungry
While the gunfire it continues
Making little puffs of smoke around our eyes.
Out of the nose of the volcano
Whence dawn’s first finger glows
A palm tree bright with gathering light
Collects December’s snow.
Under the pines
Where the pale moon shines
And the roses touch entwined
This garden rambles under shade
Far different than mine.
Watch for the joys of capitalism
As they spring forth in your life
Watch for the boys of Mexico City
As they strangle rats for tonight’s supper
Sitting in a quiet office
Waiting for the phone to ring
Speaking with a shoeshine man
I hear the virgin sing:
I am here under the sky
I must survive.
At what cost do we shoot ourselves
And poke our brothers in the eye?
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5. |
I Don't Want to Polka
02:49
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You gave me some money from that old bell jar
You gave me some glamour juice milked from the stars
You gave me a haircut. Said "This is so divine!"
And you showed me how to polka and here's what I cried:
That I don't want to polka with you no more.
And I don't want to pee in your back yard
And I don't want to munch on your kiwis
And I don't want to cry for my wee wee
You gave me a sausage from your mommy's saloon
You gave me a boat ride to your favourite lagoon
You gave me a slimy swamp with crocodiles inside
I didn't want to fight them but still I tried!
Chorus
You gave me crimson and a toast black cigar
You gave me bitter and nights at the bar
You gave me a caramel with slimy swamp inside (?)
I didn't want to eat it, but still I tried.
Chorus
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6. |
Dutch Boys
04:35
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Three young Dutch boys
Wearing woollen pants
Waiting for their labour
Smoking cigarettes
The first one spits
And the tall one laughs
Third one smiles in his caress.
Three young Dutch boys
Lean against the wall
Leather caps shine
In the breath of the fall
Wind and weather wet
The metal pipe as it bestows
Cable clamp and task at hand
On young men against the wall
Chorus
We want to hoot and holler
We want to wallow in the water
We want to shine on the lips
Of all mankind
We want to dine like no other
A circus! A circus!
Young people cry in pain.
Three rings drawn by withered limbs
Three rings drawn by
Withered limbs are what remain
For a moment of joy
Sustained
Look at these spinning
Inventions of ours
Hear the music
Smell the wine
Look what we've put
In the light for you
Hear what we sing
Drink what we provide.
Chorus
Three young Dutch girls
Lean against the wall
Should I have a baby
Should I work work work
What about this guy I see
Lurking 'round the corner
What about these other girls
With their back against the wall?
What about that woman
Went to school when she was young,
Did she get her papers ?
Did she have some fun?
Did she ever find something
To make it all worthwhile?
Or did she just forget about
Her back against the wall...
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7. |
Vai Ela Vai
06:26
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8. |
Four Friends
03:18
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Four friends walking on nature's limb
Beating out a message on life's breast
Eating winter's leaves and singing
songs of times gone by
Who has the merrier soul, young man, woman or I?
There's a long branch growing inside the slippery elm
Some dusty sod busters searching for the grail
Mighty thunder grows on every blade of grass
Singing "Who knows what for, why?
Because I'm alive! I'm alive!
Young man, young man, don't be late
Walk this woman home. She lives at Bathurst Gate.
Crazy enough to be alive and call it enough.
These are empty times... Lonely times!
Chorus
Well I'm eating empty times 'til a pearl clatters
Mercilessly in my bowl and rolls around 'til it's
Standing stock still
This gem is naked, naked in it's glory!
Lonely times, what am I to do?
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9. |
Already Gone
02:45
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Met her in a parking lot for vessels glory bound
Maybe we were going somewhere,
Maybe Owen Sound.
Maybe if she got my message, maybe I'd get hers
Maybe we'd get there together
Maybe we'd disperse
And live our only lives alone.
Living our only lives alone.
I'd be here and she'd be there.
I'd go there and she'd come here
We're never going to manage face to face
Let alone being in the same time at the same place
It was hard when it was hard
I could never understand
Why she'd always get so angry
When I was playing it with the band
I'd have to be so quiet
I couldn't play a note
If I made a little squeak
She'd shove it down my throat
Shove it down my throat
And that's why we live our lives alone
Living our only lives alone.
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10. |
Cheery Bye
03:35
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Cheery Bye! Pleasant Dreams!
Remember us in your daily schemes.
Off we go... Don't be late!
See us to the garden gate.
How dee doo and good night!
Be sure not to let those bed bugs bite!
Off we go... Don't be late!
See us to the garden gate.
Don't mind me if I drool at your door.
I can't help it if I'm a bore
Off we go... Don't be late!
See us to the garden gate.
Oh deary me I haven't enough.
I'm getting hungry and times are rough! But..
Off we go... Don't be late!
See us to the garden gate.
When you see us go please don't cry.
Sooner or later we all must die.
Off we go... Don't be late!
See us to the garden gate.
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