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Job
03:21
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met a man named job ● at a canadian hotel ● he had smoke on his breath ● sweat on his brow ● he said I thought I’d be gold by now ● there are some rooms ● that just won’t let you check out ● ever wonder if the old man ● has the nerve to put his foot down ● I’m feeling tragedy ● could you take it from me ● I read life is a comedy ● to all of those that think ● I never liked school ● not for one day ● a blue eyed girl ● a god tucked in a box ● crying give me a wish ● give me a wish ● just one ● I still laugh sometimes ● I’m out of my mind ● a night burned black ● I coughed in the soot of it ● you’d think there’d be ● a fire alarm or something ● wrapped up in heat ● like the devil had came for me ● crying what the hell while job said ● I’m a scared man ● I’m a scared man ● I’m a scared man ● I hate to admit it ● I met a man named job ● at a canadian hotel ● he had smoke on his breath ● sweat on his brow ● he said I thought I’d be gold by now ●
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To Kill a Mockingbird
03:17
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it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird ● a sad wish for perpetual summer ● an open door with no lights on in the parlour ● it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird ● cherry popsicle sticks ● taste the reminder ● crumpled newspaper toss with the greys ● till night jumps day ● in a trial that holds back the light ● a voice silencing the open night ● gotta work for love and hold what it gives ● swallow that bullet and sigh ● it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird ● I saw the arrow mad and sure ● I
cried to a god I served ● I cried like he’d answer ● in a trial that blinds with light ● a voice thundering through that looming night ● gotta work for love and ● feel the weight in your hand ● swallow that bullet of pride ● it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird ● hang under the star’s uncanny shelter ● wait with a four leaf clover ● maybe hope will be there ● in a trial that makes us light ● a voice softening this endless night ● you gotta work for love and remember its kiss ● swallow that bullet and cry ● you gotta work for love and remember its kiss ● swallow that bullet and cry ●
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Something Worth Chasing
03:52
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all these years do their talking ● sometimes I say nothing ● crocuses bloom in doubt ● while warm wind howls ● in the shadows leaves move and bend down ● they lull me to sleep ● I wish I knew more about why we dream ● there are secrets ● that the world keeps ●
they’re not just from me ● I still wonder if knowing could make me free ● I cut the grass too short ● oh summer’s a torch ● I’m a tiny button tucked in a drawer ● I don’t want money or a bigger bed ● just something worth chasing ● something that I might not ever get ● like all these secrets ● that the world keeps ● they’re not just from me ● I still wonder if knowing could make me free ● well it’s bigger than a building ● it’s a grandma’s garden ● dying then coming back again ● the will to catch the best of this ● oh how I wish I could keep my grip ● on all these secrets ● that the world keeps ● they’re not just from me ● I still wonder if knowing could make me free ● me free ● if I could see ● if I could see ● if I could see ● if I could see ●
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Colour of the Moon
05:25
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august is sweating the lies out of me ● I felt an hour slow soft and hesitantly ● life ain’t much more ● than what you let yourself believe ● well I learned that holding onto a dream ● sometimes I feel I’m the colour of the moon ● waning small and I can’t choose ● love when I’m frail ● will you let me come to you ● bearing an older time ● all I haven’t left behind ● I roll down my windows ● hear trucks rattle by ● my mind follows wheels ● and I find the first time ● you took my breath ● reminded me I had it ● life she’s a wild thing ● beginnings in the middle of the ends ● sometimes I feel I’m the colour of the moon ● waning small and I can’t choose ● love when I’m frail ● you bring me close and soon ● I’m losing old time ● drying up the tears I’ve cried ● love I hope our tracks stretch long ● like old railroads blazing mountain rock ● while I say ● I can’t bear another lonesome loss ● you tuck gold behind my ears ● and dusk breaks into stars ● sometimes I feel I’m the colour of the moon ● waning small and I can’t choose ● life it’s a frail thing ● sometimes the night has me bruised ● but I think when the sun goes to sleep ● it finds its rest in you ●
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Hank Williams
04:31
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squeeze between little diner tables ● as chairs shuffle to hank williams ● somehow ● I feel at home ● like I’ve lived in your radio ● it ain’t no box and it ain’t simple ● static in the silence ● sometimes words they slip in the gaps ● and I lean in ● they’re songs I already know ● but it’s the way you sing em’ ● that means the most ● I went to push papers and answer phones ● first night of twenty below ● singing like minor keys could melt the snow ● sometimes I feel it swell ● if I did my best could I tell ● I’m swept back by home ● I’m swaying like an autumn willow ● it’s all in the bending you know ● willie nelson on cassette ● before your old car bit in the pavement ● we left it there and we never towed it back ● you know every man has a feeling ● you’re piling them on by the dozens ● buzzing like this downtown street ● you don’t make me want to hide though ● oh tonight is sounding like ● like a symphony ●
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Silver Lines
03:56
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prairie prairie I could say you’re open and free ● or you’re barren ● depending on ● how I’m feeling ● city city I’ve been a young girl in you ● could say you’re a mama or a plot-line that hides the truth ● either way I didn’t mind being stuck on your train ● just the part of working hard and barely surviving ● ‘cause I tried to hold one side ● it worked sometimes ● I said I knew it all like it wasn’t a lie ● silver lines slip in and out of time ● father up there I could say you don’t give a damn ● about any prayer ● or I could say you’re just too far away and the reception is bad downstairs ● death oh death I could run from you ● run like a toddler in her daddy’s boots ● or I could stand in the mud you make while it rains ● I tried to hold one side ● it worked sometimes ● I said I knew it all like it wasn’t a lie ● silver lines slip in and out of time ● life oh life I could say I wished for more angels ● more glasses of lemonade ● but it’s all give and take ● and that’s something that none of us can evade ● ‘cause I tried to hold one side ● it worked sometimes ● I said I knew it all like it wasn’t a lie ● silver lines slip in and out of time ●
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Right Hand Man
03:59
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you’re my right hand man ● a genesis a beginning ● be a dove in the flood or a robin red ● free to do any flying ● you can land on me ● babel is ours and its just the two of us ● I don’t want to make it up to god ● I just want to see the blue caress the mountain tops ● I’m scared of what man can’t know ● but you’re my kind of truth it could be luck ● or fate just pulling through ● and if god or a lack of ● tries to tear our tower ● I’ll pick up the pieces and cry out in anger ● but I won’t leave ● ‘cause this world is chaos ● but not me ● let's plant a garden ● oh I swear that love is eden ● the good and the bad before the tree ● and after the serpent ● let's be gideon ask when we’re afraid ● come back time and time again ● I’m tired of being ashamed ● and if god or a lack of ● tries to tear our tower ● I’ll pick up the pieces and cry out in anger ● but I won't leave ● ‘cause this world is chaos ● but not me ● let devotion be our child ● we’ll raise it good ● find out what it means to live open wide ● like we said we would ● I think of death at night ● how vows they finish at that line ● I don’t want to be reborn and forget ● all of our time ● and if life is just darkness in the end ● well that’s devastating ● and sad ● but I don’t want regret ● and that’s why ● you’re my right hand man ●
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Sycamore Baby
04:04
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sycamore baby ● a late flying bird ● less than mother mary ‘cause joseph didn't believe a word ● wings told they’re broken won’t catch wind ● the haze of drought cries for her lost promised land ● what can you say to the dark taint ● a dawning heart a sad old ache ● after take and take ● who gets the blame ● the budding flower ● the little doll ● knew girls as bouquets ● eves made for love ● to keep her fingers from heaven’s door ● if a man gets too much ● what can you say to the dark taint ● a dawning heart a sad old ache ● after take and take ● who gets the shame ● it’s just that sad tree on repeat ● mistakes sing loud ● at fear’s feet ● in fables that argue scared of any kind truth ● scared of any god ● that’s more than what a mind can choose ● what can you say to the dark taint ● a dawning heart a sad old ache ● after take and take ● who gets turned away ● born tied to a burden what a weight to bear ● to hide what’s stolen and say it’s a fair share ● born tied to a burden what a weight to bear ● to know this pain ● is dismissed by prayers ● well I was born free ● it just wasn’t known to me ● my eden wasn’t lost ● I was just told it should be ●
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Rocks in a Riverbed
04:27
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my feet are rocks in a riverbed ● but the current is soft and I’m so hot from working ● so I sink in ● how much is too much forgetting ● clouds as thin as my whispers ● this water can’t wash off spruce sap ● and I feel something like that ● I’m sticky but trying ● I just get it on everything ● ‘cause my feet are rocks in a riverbed ● I tried to sleep just stayed up thinking ● I don’t always want to be this way ● honey I’m angry when I’m steady ● and when I change ● and when I change ● the moon turns water milky white ● it’s so pretty in my blurred eyes ● but when my reflection ripples wide ● I fill the mouth with all I cannot find ● like someone else wrote this plot-line ● maybe they did ● ‘cause my feet are rocks in a riverbed ● I pen on birch bark like I own it ● all the words that I’ve wanted ● every word that we had written ● and I have to leave them ● I have leave them ● I have to leave them ● I have to leave ● I have to leave them ● I have to leave ● I have to leave them ● I have to leave ●
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10. |
Soften Me Up
04:19
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soften me up ● like the feathers of a little bird ● we had baby pigeons ● cooing out our back door ● they flew away and I wanted more ● thought I might learn ● how to be soft ● like the feathers of a little bird ● soften me up ● summer sky blue ● little clouds over the hot sun ● teach me to be like you ● well a rainy day in june ● got me caught in old records and that t-shirt too ● feeling soft ● summer sky blue ● soften me up ● sweet old porch song ● that don’t care about crying ● or bending notes too much ● when the birds fly from home ● when the sun gets too hot ● when I’m not what I want ● soften me up ●
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Heather May Calgary, Alberta
Heather May’s compositions find their footing in unconventional guitar tunings and intricately crafted lyrics. Her discography includes a full length record called "For Mark" (awarded Folk Recording of the Year at the 2020 Calgary Music Awards), and her most recent album, "Folk Revival." In September 2022, "Folk Revival" reached number seven on the Earshot National Folk, Roots and Blues charts. ... more
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