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I had breakfast with St. Swithin
He was waiting on a train
He said, "Tell me all your troubles boy
I won't be through this way again."
I said, "There's a certain one, and
Her beauty's like an engine."
He said, "Hang on son, I've heard this one
And the rest ain't worth the mention."
Said I'm sick of all you bleeding-hearts
Hung up over skirts
You always spend your money
Just to end up feeling like dirt
You sit home there alone
Until all your youth is gone
The bright lights of the city:
They're waiting for you son
Let's go running through the streets (2x)
Stop along and chat with everyone we meet
(repeat)
He brought me to the bars
And he brought me around 'til one
He dragged me here, and dragged me there
Thought I'd never see the sun
He dropped me on the corner
I never saw him go
I thought about his advice as I
Walked home in the snow
CHORUS
Ain't got no wishing well
'Cause dead men never tell
And if they all rose up from hell tonight
Well I guess that's just as well
I've never come home early
And I've never come home late
I've never sang out of key
But I've never sang that great
CHORUS
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Token Celtic Drinking Song (One Stiff Whiskey)
Words & music Altman/Carlson/Donnelly/Eady/Kerr/Lawson/Todd/Valle - all rights reserved, registered SOCAN/ASCAP
Lyrics:
As I walked over by the rare old side
Saw an army of read-skins dressed in white
You're feeling foreign it's your dying right
One stiff whiskey you can drink whatever you like
You live bored or kinda you're nowhere
We all do our best to pretend you don't care
Feelin' foreign and it's your dyin' right
One stiff whiskey, you can drink whatever you like
It's alright
Disquieting dreams in the middle of the night,
You toss your head, man, you know it's not right
You're feelin' foreign, it's your dyin' right,
One stiff whiskey, you can drink whatever you like.
Some is bored, some is poor,
Some is bored about being poor
Only the best shirt that I adore,
We don't need no black shirts that's for sure
Moving forward like a special bard,
Says "o.k. boys let's see your union cards"
Feelin' foreign it's my dyin' right
One stiff whiskey, I can drink whatever you like
It's alright, yeah, I can drink whatever I like.
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One Convention
02:51
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Hey I'm kinda drunk with this
Does it seem clear to you?
I've been planning to mock your image
Just to see what you would do
Kind of makes me nervous
The way you smile that flagrant smile
We've been here for a long long while
We're just beginning to catch the style
I'd settle on one convention
Or two....
You've got no idea
What I've been going through
You've got no idea
The kinda shit we've been going through
Yeah I'm spent on LSD
And the cops are after me
It's just a simple little metaphor I use to describe
What's so frequently coming true
We're all waiting for the kiss of redemption
It just hasn't happened yet
We're all waiting for one good kick
That's the point of no regret
(Repeat chorus)
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Engaging conversation
Bit of light for you and i
A bucket of concentration
And a poke in the evil eye
A word to all the patron saints near and far away
Late night cards and best regards
The parting of the day
Well bring an extra pack boys it's the party of the year
The skies are all laid open and the sun is wild and clear
The working day has ended and no one's short of cash
I hope we make it 'til the night time's through
I hope I spend my final days with you
(Accordion break)
Outside on the fire escape the sun is going down
Paper matches fill the air and devils whirl around
The rushes bend and bristle, the rose sweet and true
I swear I saw Godiva, her eyes were pale and blue
Well bring an extra pack boys it's the party of the year
The fields have all grown over, the sky is wild and clear
The working day has ended and no one's short of cash
I hope we make it 'til the night time's through
I hope I spend my final days with you
(Mandolin & penny whistle break)
(Repeat first verse)
The rushes bend and bristle, you're the rose that I can see
(Mandolin break)
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Stillness
03:12
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There's graffiti on my street
Advising me to smash elites
And though the words are crass
Someone took the time to answer back
"But I don't think the government will ever pass a law
That says it's OK to kill superstars
Just drag them from their cars"
There's a stillness here (repeat 3x)
I know I left it somewhere
There's a nervous front coming in, I feel the brunt
Of its force the way it shakes me from its course
Then in the vacuum we call outer space
Some Russian shakes my hand
And he swears he's seen my face
There's a stillness here (repeat 3x)
I know I left it somewhere
My mind moves best when I'm tired
The conflict starts and I retreat
Even when my cupboard's empty
I still find something to eat
And in our debts we all fall on jealous times
And we relive our abandons to keep us from our crimes
In rehearsal we say all we mean to say
But in the end we embrace, a stranger takes our place
(Instrumental chorus with accordion and fiddle)
There's a stillness here (repeat 3x)
I know I left it somewhere
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There's ice on the ground
The snow, soon coming down,
Doesn't matter much
'Cause you're not around
With one conversation the realization
That oil and water don't stay mixed for long
But don't take the credit
Don't take the blame
Don't be proud don't be ashamed
It's your skull I've got to get this through
It's got nothing to do with you
It's out of your hands if it was ever in them
I don't finish things only dare to begin them
But don't be sad it's just the past
I thought I told you it wouldn't last
It's your skull I've got to get this through
It's got nothing to do with you
I'm coming back again
The fish going in for one more swim
If I forget to breathe
Let me sink to the bottom and figure out the mess I'm in
But don't take the credit
Don't take the blame
Don't be proud don't be ashamed
It's your skull I've got to get this through
It's got nothing to do with you
Am I getting through to you?
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Trojan Horse
03:43
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Trojan Horse
© Altman, Carlson, Donnelly, Eady, Kerr, Lawson, Todd, Vallee, SOCAN/ASCAP
Can I make a deal with you
One that carries a lick of clout
To make the quiet ones stay quiet
And let the good ones come out
If I’m ever unfair with you
Pull the file and rip it up
Courage to set a precedent
And seal it with a coffee cup
If I ever get mean with you
Like my account is in arrears
I will halt this production line
And machine-tool your fears
Can I make a deal with you
A meal out of you
Can I make a deal with you
And pull the rug out from under you
And I know you’re lonesome (yeah)
Let’s have that talk we’ve been meaning to have
About rewards bestowed on me
Well gee I’m sorry if you feel left out
But there was never any concept at work
I think the rules were left unchecked
But I will doctor up the records
So you can keep your pound of flesh
Chorus
Chorus 2:
You know I still see you
In that same unflattering light
I’ll arrange for your safe passage
Just keep your head down, sit tight
All right
Instrumental break, Chorus, Chorus 2
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Venezuela
02:03
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Parading
03:11
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Frontiers
03:20
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Slept All Afternoon
02:14
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Suicide
04:14
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Rock and Roll Thing
02:18
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Will you be my rock and roll thing
Rinse me down your kitchen sink,
Watch me spiral down your pipes, gurgling
And will you be my plunger
Watch me swish back up
Take me, put me in a cup
Water your plants
So thirsty, so thirsty
So hungry with thirst my rock and roll thing
Aren't you
Will you be my rock and roll thing
Will you be my bundle of twine
I'll make you whine
Watch me turn you upside down
Screaming, steaming
Feeling beefcakes comes to mind
Every time I look at you
So thirsty, so thirsty
So hungry with thirst my rock and roll thing
Aren't you
Aren't you? Are you?
You jerk!
Aren't you? Are you?
You jerk!
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14. |
What I Should Do
03:15
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I had breakfast with St. Swithin
He was waiting on a train
He said, "Tell me all your troubles boy
I won't be through this way again."
I said, "There's a certain one, and
Her beauty's like an engine."
He said, "Hang on son, I've heard this one
And the rest ain't worth the mention."
Said I'm sick of all you bleeding-hearts
Hung up over skirts
You always spend your money
Just to end up feeling like dirt
You sit home there alone
Until all your youth is gone
The bright lights of the city:
They're waiting for you son
Let's go running through the streets (2x)
Stop along and chat with everyone we meet
(repeat)
He brought me to the bars
And he brought me around 'til one
He dragged me here, and dragged me there
Thought I'd never see the sun
He dropped me on the corner
I never saw him go
I thought about his advice as I
Walked home in the snow
CHORUS
Ain't got no wishing well
'Cause dead men never tell
And if they all rose up from hell tonight
Well I guess that's just as well
I've never come home early
And I've never come home late
I've never sang out of key
But I've never sang that great
CHORUS
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18. |
Another Round
03:36
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She said her name was Karyn,
That's Karyn with a "Y"
In a bar in Soho on the fourth of July
She came from up north
On leave from the military
The way she came on to me was getting kind of scary
So offered her my chair
But she said she wanted to share
I said I've got someone back home
And that was not why I was there...
Chorus:
Another round for my friends
Though our money's at an end
We're drunk enough to last until tomorrow
Another round for my friends
Though our money's at an end
We'll last until tomorrow
We'll worry about it then
We headed down to Portsmouth, Lee-on-Sollent to be precise
We stayed with some family that treated us all right
Busking in their living room tested all our wits
So we headed to the boardwalk and soon got over it
We thought we'd try our luck
Play and raise a few bucks
Before long we were looking for a pub
Because the busking really sucked
Repeat Chorus
We're heading up to Cambridge
We meet Delle Grimsmo-Powney
Eric Bleakley lies about being a sound-man (just kidding Eric)
Breaking mirrors off of cars and getting stuff stolen
Finding your clothes all floating in the river
And now you're going home (Spike)
With nothing but the shirt on your back
Having one last pint
At the Heathrow airport
Repeat chorus 2x
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Jimmy George Ottawa, Ontario
Formed in 1991, played with Spirit of the West, Great Big Sea, etc... hiatus around 1999, regrouped and now play occasional shows. Have played House of Targ in Ottawa on St. Patrick's day 2016-2018, played Grey Cup Festival 2017, Tulip Festival 2002, Northern Lights, Mariposa, NXNE, Canadian Music Week, toured, 2 videos on MuchMusic, played on Tom Green Show, Rita & Friends, Lunch TV, telethons ... more
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