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Idaho
04:02
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Rubby-dub on the Detroit with a two-bit grin
Twenty miles out of Spokane with dusk rolling in
Pulling back on the bottle, staring at the setting sun
Turned to me to recount a story of a man on the run
Yeah, all about you
What grows in Idaho that can’t be pulled up from the ground?
Running out of hiding places where you can’t be found
And he said
Back in Coeur d'Alene, Sheriff knows my name
Far too well, it seems
Everywhere I go; Boise, Pocatello
They’re always hip to my schemes
You can fool with the system, but you can’t fool the man
They’ll pull you off of the beat again and back in the can
Can’t be too cautious, better stay on the move
Be a friend of the yellow line and she’ll be good to you
Now, ain’t that true?
What grows in Idaho that can’t be pulled up from the ground?
But why should some stranger know where your peace can be found?
And he said
Back in Coeur d’Alene, Sheriff knows my name
Far too well, it seems
Everywhere I go; Boise, Pocatello
They’re always hip to my schemes
But what grows in Idaho that can’t be pulled up from the ground?
Running out of hiding places where you can’t be found
Yeah, all about you
What grows in Idaho that can’t be pulled up from the ground?
But why should some stranger know where your peace can be found?
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2. |
Stranger In Town
03:56
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Buddy lost his job in the badlands
He’s a good man, fallen on hard times
Back to the coast on a jet plane
Booze and cocaine, worn out lifelines
Every single night when the bars close down
He wanders through the same old town
To your empty hands, what’s she gonna say?
You left her, now you’ve changed your ways
The stranger in town and the ones he let down again
What about your son and your daughter?
They need a father, and you know it
Some guys can’t handle the income
When they get some, they just blow it
Do you remember the things they said
About the devil rearing his ugly head?
When I saw your face I just can’t pretend
You’re only a shell of my old friend
The stranger in town and the ones he let down again
Back rooms and alleyways
They changed the lock on where you stayed
Can they save a soul so far gone?
You’re not the same as when you left
Sunken eyes and close to death
Won’t you pack up what’s left and get back home again?
Every single night when the bars close down
He wanders through the same old town
To your empty hands, what’s she gonna say?
You left her, now you’ve changed your ways
The stranger in town and the ones he let down
The stranger in town and the ones he let down again
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Miss America
04:51
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A new land outside the window
Passing by as the plane touched town
So long, good riddance Alabama
She packed up and came to town
A couple winters before the fires started burning
And history began to reverse
So tell me, tell me Miss America
Did you foresee that turn for the worst?
A couple loves, a couple flights across the ocean
How the last few years unfurled
Freshly minted from the halls of academia
And out into the big cruel world
Wouldn’t have pictured you falling in love
With some restless hometown boy
A far cry from the well-to-do contemporaries
Whose company you enjoyed
Now honestly babe, you’re well within your right to be leaving
Seems like the good in the world has just left with the change of the season
So ‘till the second coming of common sense, you’ve never had a better reason
My sweet southern angel, jump into my arms
I can keep you from harm
Won’t you come on Miss America, come on
Down south, things are getting crazy
Gotta look out for number one
By fate found a man who’s laid back and easy
Don’t like war and doesn’t own a gun
If you’d really rather join them descending into madness
Go ahead, but my wish is implied
If they should go and put a wall between us
I’d rather have you on my side
Now honestly babe, we’ve got problems of our own to brave here
At least for now it’s a haven from heinous presidential behaviour
So ‘till the second coming of common sense, it’s probably best that you stay here
My sweet southern angel, jump into my arms
I can keep you from harm
Won’t you come on Miss America, come on
Day after day, changing definitions of freedom
You can play by the rules, but it won’t do you no good to heed them
Watching falsified news of impending momentous occasions
Turn off the TV, you can stay here with me
Tell the folks back at home you’re extending your vacation
Now honestly babe, you’re well within your right to be leaving
Seems like the good in the world has just left with the change of the season
So ‘till the second coming of common sense, you’ve never had a better reason
My sweet southern angel, jump into my arms
I can keep you from harm
Won’t you come on Miss America, come on
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Granger Taylor
04:08
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I saw a show about a fellow named Granger Taylor on the CBC
Down on a farm near the island town of Duncan lived a master of big machines
Set his sights beyond the blue horizon
And they said they were on their way
A visionary of staggering genius and a solitary man
He dragged a locomotive out of the forest and rebuilt the thing by hand
But an offer was on the table
It was too good for him to stay
And when all’s said and done
Were you the chosen one
Are they waiting in vain for the return of the prodigal son?
Somebody’s still waiting for the lights and the rumbling sound
Waiting for the ship to touch down
If they had what it takes to get a big man off the ground
Busy were the hands of the passionate craftsman
Holding the dream so dear
The Kittyhawk would get you high but not enough to escape the atmosphere
He’d look up to the sky and wonder
Could they help him out somehow?
Studying the secrets of rocket propulsion from intergalactic dreams
Some would say a telepathic communication, some say LSD
Spaceman, are you history
Are you still out there now?
And when all’s said and done
Were you the chosen one
Are they waiting in vain for the return of the prodigal son?
Somebody’s still waiting for the lights and the rumbling sound
Waiting for the ship to touch down
If they had what it takes to get a big man off the ground
In capital letters on a note on the door his mother and his father learned
He’d been selected for a trip through the cosmos, but one day he’d return
It was a startling correspondence
Granger was good as gone
He said his goodbyes to the folks in the diner and he headed on down the road
Underneath the cover of the storm of the century, they said they’d meet him on Mt. Prevost
He blew up the truck and gave himself up
Up to the great beyond
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Baby, I Can't Dance
03:08
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Give us the music, strike up the band
Look my direction and shoot me that meaningful glance
But baby, I can’t dance
There’s no connection between my brain and my feet
I’m liable to break my back or tear up the seat of my pants
Cause baby, I can’t dance
I’d love to be grinnin’ and spinnin’ and winning your love
As we move cross the floor
Last time I tried to two step they showed me to the door
I’ll move to the music, stomp my boots and sing along
But no more
Don’t wanna snub your advance
But sorry baby, there’s no chance
Cause baby, I can’t dance
Some people got the moves and some of ‘em don’t
You can try to teach this old dog but he probably won’t understand
Cause baby I can’t dance
I’m not too clumsy, least I don’t think am
But as for coordination, all of it’s up in my hands
Cause baby, I can’t dance
I’d love to be grinnin’ and spinnin’ and winning your love
As we move cross the floor
Last time I tried to two step they showed me to the door
I’ll move to the music, stomp my boots and sing along
But no more
Don’t wanna snub your advance
But sorry baby, there’s no chance
Cause baby, I can’t dance
I tried to watusi
Don’t bother showing me steps, your bound to lose me
Can’t even tango
If you turn around and wonder where’d that man go
I’m on the sidelines, I won’t waste your time
I don’t mean to run from you, I don’t wanna hide
You’ve got all the means to bring my heart and soul alive
Sweet romance
But baby I can’t dance
I’d love to be grinnin’ and spinnin’ and winning your love
As we move cross the floor
Last time I tried to two step they showed me to the door
I’ll move to the music, stomp my boots and sing along
But no more
Don’t wanna snub your advance
But sorry baby, there’s no chance
Cause baby, I can’t dance
Baby, I can’t dance
Baby, I can’t dance
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6. |
Fair Warning
03:54
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Stated my name to the operator
Said she’d patch me through
Standing in the rain in a payphone booth
Just trying to get a hold of you
Been dealt my share of hard luck
Of the likes I’ve never known
So keep your porch light burning, mama
Cause I’m on my way back home
Baby, won’t you pick up please
You know I haven’t got much time
The coach is pulling out of the station
About half past nine
I’ve been dying to see your face
I’ve been wondering how you are
But how are you gonna be my saving grace
If you won’t pick up the charge
Should there be somebody in my place
Well, I’ll give him fair warning
If he don’t want trouble, then you’d better implore him
To make sure he’s out of there by Monday morning
They promised me a steady position
Said I’d work most every day
But they made my post redundant
And sent me off with one week’s pay
Street toughs burgled the stepside
With half of my life locked up inside
And I can’t drink enough of that Kentucky bourbon
To ease you off my mind
Baby, won’t you pick up please
You know I haven’t got much time
The coach is pulling out of the station
About half past nine
I’ve been dying to see your face
I’ve been wondering how you are
But how are you gonna be my saving grace
If you won’t pick up the charge
Should there be somebody in my place
Well, I’ll give him fair warning
If he don’t want trouble, then you’d better implore him
To make sure he’s out of there by Monday morning
So I suppose I’m about to run out the tape on your answering machine
And if my words are slow and slurred is because of the state I’m in
I’ll get back to you somehow
Seems like I’ve got to, anyhow
Find a way out of this wicked world of sin
Open the door and let me in
Baby, won’t you pick up please
You know I haven’t got much time
The coach is pulling out of the station
About half past nine
I’ve been dying to see your face
I’ve been wondering how you are
But how are you gonna be my saving grace
If you won’t pick up the charge
Should there be somebody in my place
Well, I’ll give him fair warning
If he don’t want trouble, then you’d better implore him
To make sure he’s out of there by Monday morning
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I try not to be one who critiques the way others are living
But watching them closely, this much I’m willing to say
It seems standard procedure is to as for much more than what’s given
And incur a debt of the soul that cannot be repaid
And as years roll on by, watching the world going under
Must I only believe but in what lies in front of my eyes?
Who’s at the helm of this sinking ship, is the same one, I wonder
Who breaks the morning, and who paints and eastern sunrise?
Well, some find their solace in sharing their love with another
But I have my doubts about how much I’ve got left to give
And some take their souls and relinquish control to the father
And the texts of the ancients will dictate the lives that they live
Does a graceful forgiver or a bringer of vengeance and thunder
Reside o’er the heavens and weathers the change of the tides?
Who’s at the helm of this sinking ship, is the same one I wonder
Who breaks the morning and who breaks the eastern sunrise?
To laugh with the skeptics, can one ever be enlightened
Must one reject all these worldly pleasures impure
Must a new trail be blazed to choose the path of the righteous?
The fact of the matter is no one can ever be sure
And as the list grows of what and with whom I should take issue
The cynic of god has turned into a cynic of man
Must I follow those who profess to be bastions of virtue?
Or look to the heavens and place my will in his hands
I don’t ask for salvation, just protection from these spells I go under
To make sense of this life, lord above knows we’re all trying
Who’s at the helm of this sinking ship, is the same one I wonder
Who breaks the morning and who breaks the eastern sunrise?
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8. |
Geraldine
04:38
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Geraldine, Geraldine
Been a while, girl, how’ve you been?
You’re in love and I’m still on the outside looking in
Caught the greyhound, had to leave
Heading homebound to Calgary
You’re still one of the best ones that I’ve seen
And there’s really no doubt about it
I know it’s true
That you simply could not return the love
I tried to give to you
On my mind you’ll always be
Though you may not remember me, I’ll remember
Looking in the big blue eyes of my Geraldine
Geraldine, Geraldine
You and I, we both agreed
That we didn’t have time playing on our side
There was someone out somewhere
A romance up in the air
I could see his reflection in your eyes
And I don’t get too down about it
Being just another love you’ve known
There’s been many more since you, girl
Easy come, easy go
Settled down with a family
While I’m out here, wild and free
Hoping that life’s been kind to my Geraldine
And I’ve got no clue as to where you’re at today
You’re still far gone, far as I can tell
And I’m not even asking you to come back my way
I just want to say I wish you well
And there’s really no doubt about it
I know it’s true
That you simply could not return the love
I tried to give to you
On my mind you’ll always be
Though you may not remember me, I’ll remember
Looking in the big blue eyes of my Geraldine
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9. |
Company Man
05:13
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Well, my heart’s in the hands of the company
Probably will so long as I’m alive
She fills my days up with purpose and the means to survive
I get by alright on my ownsome
One back to clothe, to feed, but one mouth
And I’ll prove my allegiance with the fruits of my labour
And the sweat on my brow
Cause I’ve got a roof and food on the table
Each morning I’ll rise and walk out the door
And I will toil until I’m unable to toil no more
I will show up and fulfill my duty
Won’t leave the devil two idle hands
And so, such is the life of the company man
Well I need somewhere to show up to
Someone to curse my name if I’m not there
Cause a life null and void of direction is too much to bear
I’m not mindlessly taking orders
But I try not to step out of line
So long as they hold up their end of the deal, I’ll hold to mine
Cause I’ve got a roof and food on the table
Each morning I’ll rise and walk out the door
And I will toil until I’m unable to toil no more
I will show up and fulfill my duty
Won’t leave the devil two idle hands
And so, such is the life of the company man
Well, some folks out there get to thinking
That they don’t get all that they deserve
And sometimes the cheque bears a number that doesn’t equal their worth
And I tip my hat to the union
Should the man and I ever come to odds
But I’ll do my darndest to avoid all contention
So help me God
Cause I’ve got a roof and food on the table
Each morning I’ll rise and walk out the door
And I will toil until I’m unable to toil no more
I will show up and fulfill my duty
Won’t leave the devil two idle hands
And so, such is the life of the company man
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10. |
Son Of The Morning
03:17
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Here lies a man who heeded temptation
Smiling but lost inside
Stuck in a vessel, adrift on the ocean
For a moment of peace and quiet
Tripping out in the thrill of the moment
In some soot-blackened backroom bar
A soul for sale to the Son of the Morning
To shine like the Morning Star
Sing in glorious exaltations
Somewhere out in space
And feast only on the fruits that hang
Right in front of your face
Did you really want to?
The road downward is littered with diamonds
Sparkling in downcast stares
You’ve got to be so high above all the nonsense
To see that it goes nowhere
A rendezvous with a shady connection
He won’t ever stray too far
A soul for sale to the Son of the Morning
To shine like the Morning Star
Gone for good and lost forever
Did it ease the pain?
And as you closed your eyes for good
Did the saints call out your name?
Did you really want to?
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Wazonek Vancouver, British Columbia
Adam Wazonek is Canadian songwriter and musician who has released a handful of self-produced albums recorded in his native Vancouver. Drawing from Americana, power pop and psychedelia, Wazonek crafts songs about the whole gamut of the human experience with a introspective, compassionate lens. ... more
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