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Your heart is yours to give to all
And keep to mine should darkness fall.
You’re there to share some time with me
But we are nothing, we are free.
I believe that love is a story told.
Love has no perceptions to hold.
So if you must wander on
Love will leave you where you belong.
When I feel and see your smile
I’ll walk along with you a mile.
You may stay or you may drift.
Your presence anytime is a gift.
Just be free and know you’ll always be a
spirit that means this much to me.
So when you must wander on
Love will leave you where you belong.
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2. |
On My Own
03:15
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When I first saw you I wanted to kiss you
Take you from this town, on our knees we would pray.
Spend all our fortune and money together.
Making a path for the gypsy highway.
A thief of thoughts. A beggar of dreams.
I made you broke. We prayed for a scheme.
Making the thunder roll hard on the scene.
Trying to find a battle of the world.
I thought it would change but the change never came.
There were blue jeans full of tears and cheap shirts full of shame.
You had to go and leave the sinking ship behind you.
Since you’ve been gone I’ve been trying to find you.
Everybody likes me on my own
Since you’ve been gone.
The picture is looking good but the inside is feeling wrong.
‘Til God works his beauty I’ll be living it day by day by day by day.
‘Til God works his beauty I’ll be living it day by day by day by day.
I’ll get out to the ocean
With a slide toward the moon.
I’ll get out the soap
I’ve used since I lost the spoon.
Hey, there’s a way back without danger or black eyes
I’ll wait to see you misty ‘til the anger in me dies.
I’ll comfort the fragments of memories with visits.
Touching the beach with these memories of misfits.
Wishing I was gone on this path with you.
You’ve got me crying.
Sand in my eyes and in my shoes.
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3. |
Comrades
03:37
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Old man fear is ten feet tall
Thinks he’s small
Thin as all.
Old man fear is ten feet tall
Foil wraps his head
Filled with thoughts of dread.
Lady sorrow dressed in black
She looks back
Down the track.
Lady sorrow dressed in black
Sunlight she sees not
Only baggage brought.
Young man haste has no time
In his prime
Spare no dime.
Young man haste has no time
No concern or care
Off to who knows where.
Down, down, down
Comrades take me down.
Down, down, down
Purge me of the past
Phoenix rising fast.
Mother worry wrings her hands
Doorway stands
Cropland scans.
Mother worry wrings her hands.
Mouth drawn thin and tight.
Knuckles hard and white.
Daughter anger makes a scene
She’s 15, mouth obscene.
Daughter anger makes a scene.
Pushes love away
Welcomes foe and fray.
Thought we’d break
Those that we weren’t.
Might forget memories that made us and
Perhaps become
Too perfect to be loved.
Time marches on and old clothes must be traded.
Old man fear is ten feet tall
Thinks he’s small
Thin as all.
Old man fear is ten feet tall
Foil wraps his head
Filled with thoughts of dread.
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4. |
Dawning of a New Day
04:16
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Tired of drifting in this crazy dream
my two feet running low on gasoline.
Everywhere I’m going I’m trying to set the scene
For the dawning of a new day.
Finally deciding to make the change.
I’ve got this head full of rhythm but this fog in my brain.
Listen sweet sister I’m about to catch a train
To the dawning of a new day.
As long as I remember the sun’s been down.
Can’t find the truth in the truth I found.
I’m sailing on the river and the stars are about to drown
Into the dawning of a new day, the dawning of a new day.
Take this train along with me.
We can’t stay here. We’ve got to get free.
So say goodbye to the gray machine that’s chained to the crown
Of the sinister queen.
We board the train together and the sun is rising high.
We’re dancing and laughing as the world is going by.
The sky is on fire and we’re basking in the rays of the dawning of a new day.
Tired of drifting in this crazy dream
my two feet running low on gasoline.
Everywhere I’m going I’m trying to set the scene
For the dawning of a new day.
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5. |
The Other Side
03:35
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I took all my shortcomings and I made them into something
By seeing a bright future in the baddest of times.
Some places I got fired, other places still desired.
Nothing much matters if there’s no one on your side.
Wide is the future.
Tall is the saddle.
Fast is the big horse
This pain of mine will ride on.
Good are the people who will help me through the fire.
I have seen the wreckage and I’m out the other side.
Those bills were there for paying.
I was leaving, they were staying.
There was nothing much I wanted but escaping with my pride.
The preacher told me, “son, just remember who you are.”
I have seen the wreckage and I’m out the other side.
There’s places we can go to be alone in nature
and heal through the silence when we reach the other side.
Take away all longing from you.
See the morning light in plain view.
The valley and the mountain are both on the other side.
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6. |
My Canada
03:28
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This heaven is my Canada so proud so wide.
I've seen marshes, woodlands, Rockies, fields and rising tides
Seen a lot of worlds I've known go to waste now in my time
But I will not be blind to the crimes against my country.
As I go through this old world so far from here.
The horizons, lakes, and futures never seem as clear
as this rapture of the hinterland I hold so dear.
I will not be blind to crimes against my country.
To keep this land preserved, protected from tyranny
Governments and policy raise fears in me.
I hope someday to simply see my children grow
In this place I call Canada my life and home.
It's not too hard to imagine papers being signed
By the stiff suits we'll elect because the saints resign
And the bulldozers beating all the very fields
our forebears served for many years for many yields.
And the woods and fields all gone to fire and condemnation.
Wetlands, marshes gone to fire and excavations.
and the youth in suits who grow to learn to love the crime
but I will not be blind to the crimes against my country.
This heaven is my Canada so proud so wide.
I've seen marshes, woodlands, Rockies, fields and rising tides.
Seen a lot of worlds I've known go to waste now in my time
But I will not be blind to the crimes against my country.
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7. |
Mr. Right Overnight
03:23
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He searched with tears for years to find the lady who could be his bride.
He broke the hearts of many and he carried it so deep inside.
Until one day he sang a miracle song
and the right girl came along.
Now he's sorry so don't you ever fall again for Mr. Wrong.
He's so happy to be seen with her
dancing on the edge of town.
She's happy that there's no careless love
never will he let her down.
He knows that love is real
this time around in how her kisses feel.
Now he's sorry you won't ever fall again for Mr. Wrong.
(Chorus) Mr. Wrong is Mr. Right overnight
and she's happier than sunshine
and he's dancing in her light.
There were times he wondered in the past
if he should wait for the one who'd last.
Now Mr. Wrong became Mr. Right overnight.
Broken hearts were once his crown
and he couldn't love nobody once they stuck around.
Now he's sorry so don't you ever fall again for Mr. Wrong.
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8. |
The King of Spades
02:28
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There is a wild old gambler
He just turned 85.
He loves his tango dancing
martini’s keep him alive.
He leaves you with a melody
he sang back in the war
of the lovely little Linda,
the girl who left him sore.
"Aller ou? Aller la!
Voulez vous couchez avec moi, ce soir?
Aller ou? Aller la!"
"I am the king of spades, dear maid,
and you can call me sire!"
He regales you with a tale
how he led a brigade
and pillaged every village
with his trusty king of spades.
When he left the army
the main tale he would tell
was of a lovely little Linda,
a girl we all know well.
When he came back from Normandy
he searched for years in vain
for the lovely little Linda
who crowned him King Of Spades.
For 55 years he lived with his staid darling wife
and when she died he could finally tell the best lie of his life.
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9. |
Horse and Buggy Rag
03:07
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What could I do to get those horse and buggy days back?
What I’d do?
What I’d do?
To get the water from the well and the fat from the land not the fast track
What I’d do?
What I’d do?
Sure I’d have to drink some liquor if I had a cut to stitch
And I wouldn’t be rich
Or be in high demand!
But I’d sure love to take my horse and buggy home, mac!
'Deed I would!
'Deed I would!
And I wish I were there at "The Battle Of Deputies Run."
'Deed I do!
'Deed I do!
I’d be wearing my best and standing out there in the sun!
'Deed I would!
'Deed I would!
I’d have the butt end of my pistol pointing to the mess!
And I’d pull that pistol
My law wouldn’t let me rest!
I wish I were there at "The Battle Of Deputies Run."
'Deed I do!
'Deed I do!
I could wait for my lassie while she’s bound on the homeward train!
'Deed I would!
'Deed I would!
We could marry on a word and never have trouble again!
'Deed I would!
'Deed I would!
I could be a high rolling tycoon in the moonshine trade
Roll into town in my buggy coach and make my daily promenade!
What could I do to get the horse and buggy days back?
What I’d do?
What I’d do?
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Why Do Angles Fly
04:23
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A pretty little girl asked her Daddy,
said, "Dad, why do angels fly?"
he said, "'Because there's a little light from heaven
holding them up in the sky."
And the pretty little girl asked her daddy,
"Why's the light in the sky?"
he said, "that light comes from rainbows
and rainbows teach the angels to fly."
So the little girl went and chased rainbows
seeking for her wings
she dreamed of all sorts of schemes
and crazy little things
like hiding when the rain fell
and sneaking up on one
when the rain cleared and the fields were lit
by an unsuspecting sun.
She thought she'd spied her angel
in a cloud up in the sky
but that cloud changed shape
and the little girl soon began to cry.
She then saw her daddy in her heart
in a different sort of way
as a man who knows no angels
and played some guessing games.
She grew not to hear her daddy
And stories that he told.
She no longer asked his secrets
For the way that things unfold.
She read and she kept silent
until she left his home
and she never thought of angels
until she had her own.
Her little daughter asked her,
"Mommy, why do angels fly?"
She said, "Baby, you're my angel
and I'll tell you why..
You're right here beside me
you're all that I know
when you're here you make me happy
and I'd be sad if you'd go
so see that rainbow in the sky
and the sunshine in the rain
that's how you make me feel inside
my little angel without wings."
Her little daughter said, "Mommy, I love you and I'm happy that you love me, but I think I just saw Grandpa crying behind that tree."
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11. |
The Countryside of Life
03:07
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Life is an easy ride
rambling around the countryside.
Take a load off in your pickup truck
it's been so long since your heart got stuck.
Waiting for the wheels to turn
and some good cash to burn.
Rambling around the countryside of life.
Easy street’s a gravel road
that turns and ends at the fishing hole.
If only they could see you now
with all your dreams you could show them how
you left the county with your unsung verse
when you carried the devils curse.
Rambling around the countryside of life.
You made yourself hard to control
always falling for the jelly roll.
After two years of breaking down
you couldn't find a ride in from town.
A sweet angel took you in
she planted seeds with her red rose grin.
Rambling around the countryside of life.
Life is an easy ride
rambling around the countryside.
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Fish Pond Flute Waltz
02:16
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13. |
My Bride and I
03:58
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Echo of blue water I’ll never leave your side.
Your ocean sky my blanket your starlight as my guide.
Drift along this weightless whale so festooned in the sea.
My bride and I, my ship my sail, my dream dreaming of thee.
For many nights and moonlights I’ve waited on ‘ere shore.
For the sea to come to rescue me from loneliness and war.
The broken hearts cast aside as ships were floating free.
My bride and I, my ship, my sail, my dream dreaming of thee.
Without an answer to my shadow I foretold the tombs.
The hollow ghost broke open, the rising of typhoons.
Whispers turned to storms anchors held onto debris.
And my bride and I, my ship, my sail, the dream was lost on me .
I died inside her breasts I kissed the last of air farewell.
The morning sun was rising as she floated through the dell,
My love was sinking low but I thanked the Lord for thee.
My bride and I, My ship, my sail, my dream dreaming of thee.
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14. |
Who Will Take My Place
04:14
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If they shoot me down to shut me down
Who will take my place?
If they bring an army into this town
Who will take my place?
if they rule this land and silence me
when I'm laid out with injury
When my words won't matter anymore
Who will take my place?
Rebellion you are not my own
Who will take my place?
There are flowers painted on these stones
Who will take my place?
When the silence of oppression dies
overheard beyond the battle cries
will be the words of final compromise
Who will take my place?
When the dogs of war are on the land
Who will take my place?
When you forfeit life to take a stand
Who will take my place?
When the dreamers fear the simplest thoughts
When the bloodshed takes all that you've got
When this world is just an empty, creaking floor
Who will take my place?
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Rough 9/6
03:25
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Catch you tomorrow when I'm going
And I'll be on my way
I'm going to travel to the end of the world
Where everyone feels the same
(Chorus)
When I'm leaving please don't call my name
And tell me not to go on my way
Because I don't want to feel afraid
Going out on my own again
I'm going where the song and dance man
Breaks the silence with his song
I'm going where the laughter and smiles
Know where to belong
Catch you tomorrow when I'm going
Leaving your world behind
But I'll remember how you helped me
Kick my shoes off for a while.
When I'm leaving won't you call my name
and tell me you will see me on my way
Because I don't want to feel ashamed
Going out on my own
Going out on my own
Going out on my own again.
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I Always Dream
04:57
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I always dream
of taking her places
showing her the mountains
walking by the sea
I always wish
for a deck full of aces
and I'll take anything
good fortune hands to me.
I'll see her smiling softly at my bad joke
I hear her laughter echo in my mind
I feel the wheels take me where I miss her
long shadows pass before my lonely eyes
She's the freedom I've always wanted
she's the meaning to the long story I've told
she's the caress I want in my longing
she's the greatest hand that I can hold.
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18. |
In Your Life
04:24
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In your life
You’ll meet a lot of people.
Some are nice, some.
Some will guide you through scenes of good and bad.
Some will sit back and watch.
Most will cherish you while you’re still by their side.
I won’t forget the one whom I love in the meantime.
In your life
You’ll see some different places.
Your friends will come and go.
Some will follow you without hesitation.
Some won’t see you to their door.
When the time comes
To find some new love
I’ll go and see you on your way.
You’ll pack your cold gun
Just for some strange fun
But I know that we all make mistakes.
In your life
You’ll meet a lot of people.
Some are nice, some.
Some will guide you through scenes of good and bad.
Some will sit back and watch.
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Dan Frechette & Laurel Thomsen Bonny Doon, California
Meeting in 2012 via a chance YouTube sighting and fueled by a once-in-a-lifetime musical chemistry, Canadian-American duo Dan Frechette and Laurel Thomsen are “prodigious players with songwriting that sets them apart.” With soaring violin, diverse guitar styles, compelling storytelling, a dash of harmonica and humor, and unique vocal rapport they deliver a dynamic, engaging, polished performance. ... more
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