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| 1. |
| 4:42 | 
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I'm bound by the fire
I'm bound by the beauty I'm bound by desire I'm bound by the duty I'm coming back in 500 years And the first thing I'm gonna do when I get back here Is to see these things I love And they'd better be here, better be here, better be here And first I'm going to find a forest And stand there in the trees And kiss the fragrant forest floor And lie down in the leaves And listen to the birds sing The sweetest sound you'll ever hear And everything the dappled Everything the birds Everything the earthness Everything the verdant, the verdant, the verdant, the verdant green I'm bound by the fire I'm bound by the beauty I'm bound by desire I'm bound by the duty I'm coming back in 500 years And the first thing I'm gonna do when I get back here Is to see these things I love And they'd better be here, better be here, better be here And then I'm going to find an open field And lie down in the flowers And then I'm going to find a guitar And play, play, play for hours And then I'm going to find a river To see what kind of body in And everything the granite Everything the kiss Everything the earthness Everything the verdant, the verdant, the verdant, the verdant dream I'm bound by the beauty I'm bound by desire I'm bound to keep returning I'm bound by the beauty |
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| 2. |
| 3:45 |
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somethin' 'bout trains
somethin' 'bout love somethin' 'bout this old Earth and the way it looks from up above somethin' 'bout satellites somethin' 'bout down below somethin' 'bout the hissing of that old steam iron as you press your clothes beam it up beam itvdown across the world from town to town most of the time when I'm walking the line I'm looking at the ground but every time I hear that whistle blowing every time I hear that old black crow every time I hear that whistle blowing I find myself a-shivering in my soul somethin' 'bout love when things go wrong when you can't find the one that you love you keep movin' on you walk the lonely valley you walk the line alone but this old Earth is always there you don't feel so alone beam it up beam it down across the world from town to town most of the time when I'm walking the line I'm looking at the ground but every time I hear that whistle blowing... but you wake up in the middlevof the night and a train whistle blows and a dog barks and something's not quite right and the cry is sent up from this Earth into the silent sky beam it up beam it down across the world from town to town most of the time when I'm walking the line I'm looking at the ground but every time I hear that whistle blowing every time I hear that old black crow every time I hear that whistle blowing I find myself a-shivering in my soul somethin' 'bout trains somethin' 'bout love somethin' 'bout this old Earth and the way it looks tonight |
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| 3. |
| 3:58 |
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Winter time and the frozen river
Sunday afternoon They're playing hockey on the frozen river Rosie...! You skate as fast as you can 'til you hit the snowbank (that's how you stop) And you buy your sweater through the catalogue Sailing on Rosie...! You'll have that scar on your chin forever you know Looks bad now, but someday your girlfriend will say "Hey, what...?" You might look out the window... Or not Don't let those Sunday afternoons Get away get away get away get away Break away break away break away break away This stick was signed by Jean Belliveau so don't f**kin' tell me where to f**kin' go... f**k f**k f**k f**k! Sunday afternoon Hey, your dog just stole the puck- ahh... not my dog You get it - your turn They rioted in the streets of Montreal when they benched Rocket Richard, and that is true bona fide Canadian history, that's what really counts That's what we're all about Don't let those Sunday afternoons Get away get away get away get away Break away break away break away break away You use your rubber boots for goal-posts and you're so proud of that, cause they're your boots that they're usin' that... Oh... walkin' home There's some people fishin' in those fishin' huts down the river Smoking big cigars and telling stories of long ago Rosie...! The sun is setting on the frozen river And the willow trees with their long fingers hanging over the banks and somewhere far away in a distant memory is a little boy sittin' on a log with bare feet, bruised knees fishin' fishin' dreamin' of one day... one day They're playin' hockey on the frozen river The wind is dying down Don't let those Sunday afternoons Don't let those Sunday afternoons Get away |
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| 4. |
| 4:20 |
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everything reminds me of my dog
the guy in the store reminds me of my dog telephones remind me of my dog...yoohoo taxicabs remind me too if you remind me of my dog we'll probably git along little doggie git along git along little doggie git a... smiling at strangers reminds me of my dog (better let them know you're friendly) the way people dress reminds me too pissing on their favourite tree sad things remind me of my dog cockroaches and other insects remind me too, don't eat them the blank expression of the little boy with thick glasses who picks himself up from the sidewalk and stands there blinking in the sun ho oh! if you remind me of my dog we'll probably git along little doggie git along git along little doggie git a... like the man on the subway sitting across from me and every time I looked at him he smiled and by the time I got to the end of the subway line I 'd given him at least ...oh...25 cookies guys in bars remind me of my dog the way it takes you so long to choose the perfect table if you remind me of my dog we'll probably git along little doggie git along git along little doggie git a... me and my ferocious dog we're walking down the street and everyone we meet says "ach yer a goot doogie !... "ach yer a goot doogie!..." "ach yer a goot doogie!..." except when we go for a walk to get the Sunday paper I stand there and read the headlines he reads the wind sometimes he hits a funny smell and laughs I hate it when he does that- I feel so dumb what? what? I say everything reminds me of my dog beautiful things sunsets remind me of my dog Gina go to your window Einstein reminds me of me dog I want to pat his fluffy head this whole world reminds me of my dog my dog reminds me of this whole world do I remind you of a dog? (thump thump) I do? (faster thump thump) skyscrapers remind me of my dog sitting in the tall grass waiting for a rabbit guys in red cameros too it's getting to be a habit artists remind me of my dog staking out their originality on the nearest tree old folks remind me of my dog my dog reminds old people of their dogs (Barfy, Ruffo, Beanhead) Gina says I remind her of the dog the that way I just did that golfers teeing off remind me of my dog the way he sits by me and shifts on his front paws what is it you want? look at it... do you want to go for a walk? do you want a cookie? do you want me to dial the number for you? |
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| 5. |
| 6:08 |
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I live in the hills
You live in the valleys And all that you know Are these blackbirds You rise every morning Wondering what in the world Will the world bring today Will it bring you joy or will it take it away? And every step you take is guided by The love of the light upon the land And the blackbird's cry You will walk in good company The valley is dark The burgeoning holding The stillness obscured by their judging You walk through the shadows Uncertain and surely hurting Deserted by the blackbirds And the staccato of the staff And though you trust the light Towards which you wend your way Sometimes you feel all that you wanted Has been taken away You will walk in good company I love the best of you You love the best of me Though it is not always easy Lovely? Lonely? We will walk in good company The shepherd upright and flowing You see... |
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| 6. |
| 4:15 |
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you watch the slow train moving
through the city late at night adjusting back and forth against the darkness and street lights I know that you're feeling bad but I'm glad you didn't lie easy to get caught up...but you know you can always you can always you can always walk away the life is the red wagon rolling along the life is the red wagon simple and strong the life is the red...is the red... oh, it's no big deal but when the feet are draggin' you pull me and I pull for you you pull me and I pull for you past the teeming marketplace and the blur of faces there past the silent dockyards and the darkness looming there maybe it won't work this time but that's the risk you take (and you want to take it) and just as long as it feels right doesn't matter just as long as... doesn't matter ...gotta feel good even though you don't know why the life is the red wagon rolling along the life is the red wagon simple and strong the life is the red...is the red... oh, it's no big deal but when the feet are draggin' you pull me and i pull for you you pull me and i pull for you the life is the red wagon simple and strong. |
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| 7. |
| 3:55 |
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someone's mother falls to the sidewalk
on the next street someone looks up in the cathedral a burst of laughter in another city the pigeons fly up and scatter. someone puts down in a New York subway a newspaper picked up in Australia for each event the inarticulate glory the equal and opposite will tell the story HALF ANGEL HALF EAGLE ONE EYE ON THE WORLD HALF ANGEL HALF EAGLE ONE EYE ON THE WORLD BE READY five intelligent minds huddled in a fancy restaurant all that brain power bent on..... WHAT SHALL I? WHAT SHALL I?... one lone car cruising the warehouse district one lone figure shuffling along the wall two shadows leaning from the backseat window someone's mother is about to fall f**kinghonkyniggerjewwaspjapdagofag f**kinghomelesspreacherdykecabbief**kingunionscab GET OUT GO BACK A STORM IS COMING (a shudder in the colour of the warehouse wall) HALF ANGEL HALF EAGLE ONE EYE ON THE WORLD HALF ANGEL HALF EAGLE ONE EYE ON THE WORLD BE READY have a good time but don't relax have a good time but be on guard you don't need that much not that much get the wings up ready to go get the wings up ready to go what shall I? what shall I? a shudder in the colour of the warehouse wall |
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| 8. |
| 3:59 |
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la jalouse
I said no la jalouse I told you to go you trick me with all your lies trick me 'til I'm on your side drag me into your stinking pit jalouse don't cry (baby) just get out and never come back la jalouse mon amie mon contre amie mon amie mon contre amie la jalouse I told you to go something you said tipped me off to who you were we were talking in the kitchen I closed my eyes I put the glass down I knocked the table over then I I grabbed your shoulders then I I threw you as hard as ever la jalouse where would you go anyway (here, have some wine) la jalouse let's talk about old...let's review some things you made me crazy lose my mind now I can't remember why I don't even like the guy |
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| 9. |
| 1:38 |
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I could've been Miss Punta Blanca
I could've but I didn't want ta I think I could've been a winner if I'd gone dancing after dinner I could've rhumba'd by the poolside I could've samba'd with the tour guide instead I took a motorcycle ride with my friend Mike this guy I really like he rents the motorbikes so light me a cigar my love and tell me your name (I... I know your name) let's...pour me a drink now let's have a toast to who we really are and I'll sing you a song right in your ear on this beautiful Cuban moonlit night oh...mm I need another...another light I could've been Miss Punta Blanca I could've but I didn't want ta I could've but I said no thank ya I said I didn't want ta anyways, it was Ruby who won the contest and two hours later she was passed out by the pool |
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| 10. |
| 6:12 | 
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