1. |
In the Morning
04:23
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She loves me
In the morning
We go walking
We go walking
Over mountain
Meadow, forest, stream
She watches
The horizon
With her brown eyes
With her brown eyes
For the winding path
That leads towards her dream
Then she looks at me and laughs
At my foolish expectations
For the day
I love her
In the evening
As she’s sleeping
She’s sleeping
She looks peaceful
Content to stay for a while
Restless
After midnight
She goes wandering
In her dreams
Dressed in shadow
And a Mona Lisa smile
But she shakes the mist off her shoulders
And brings that smile back to me
And it’s haunting in the starlight
But she’s where she wants to be
And she loves me
In the morning
She leaves me
Just as easily
As she loves me
In the morning
She looks sad and tired
But content to be on her way
She’ll cross the Arno by afternoon
Far beyond my expectations
For the day
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2. |
Old Man and the Dragon
05:23
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There’s a dragon down on Main St.
So it’s kind of hard to think
There’s an old man in the kitchen
Searching for a drink
Dragon peers through every window
Old man poking through your drawer
And you and I just stand here
Like a thousand times before
The dragon belches smoke and fire
Which mixes with the rain
The old man finds your whiskey
Sits and talks about his pain
He falls into a dream of hurricanes
Cigarette falls to the ground
The storm surge moves in quickly
And sinks the whole damn town
Raise your hands as you go under
Cry hallelujah over the thunder
Give your mind to fear and wonder
At the beauty of it all
As we fall And we fall so hard
The old man tumbles down Main St.
As our house goes up in flames
The dragon finds a quiet corner
Finally tired of dragon games
You and I stand undecided
Though we know how all this ends
Tame the old man, slay the dragon
Or the other way around, it all depends.
Raise your hands as you go under
Cry hallelujah over the thunder
Give your mind to fear and wonder
At the beauty of it all
As we fall And we fall so
Hard
Raise your hands as you go under
Any last minute hallelujah is crushed by the thunder
Give your mind to fear and wonder
At the beauty of it all
As we fall And we fall so
Take my hand as we go under
Whisper, Don't give up over the thunder
Give your mind to fear and wonder
At the beauty of it all
Oh, the beauty of it all
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3. |
Dirty World
05:08
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Step out the door
and there’s mud on your shoes
The fog conceals a crime at once
unspeakable and bland
The mystery confronting you
is buried deep in clues
You try to understand
but you don’t understand
It’s a dirty world
You walk down the street,
worried about
The dye in your clothes
and the mileage of your car
How to stand out from
The faceless crowd
As your echo chamber screams
You should be where you are
It’s a dirty world
It’s crime scene
There’s no innocence here
You can’t look on stay clean
Can’t mind your own business
passing Lafayette Square
Oka is still raging
And always has been
You can’t slip safely by
With a vacant stare
It’s a dirty world
It’s crime scene
It’s dirty world
No one’s hands are clean
Did Your mother bear the weight
Of your father’s sins
And the bruises . . .
And the shitty things he did
That people do when they win
So everybody loses
Did the forest pay the price of that drive for more
Or was it holding up the road
Did your hometown lose its soul to the big box store
That grew up where that highway flowed
It’s a dirty world
A crime scene
It’s dirty world
No one’s hands are clean
I’m going to take me down to the river
Try to wash these sins away
Sit myself under a big old tree
If I can find one
And stay
Isn’t that the way
To make it go away?
We’re terrified of the future
But silent about the past
We swear we’ll quit tomorrow
As we chug back gasoline
I’ve got to have that package
And I’ve got to have it fast
It’s the newest cardinal sin
To pretend that want is need
It’s a dirty world
It’s a greasy machine
It’s dirty world
No one’s hands are clean
It’s a dirty world
A crime scene
It’s dirty world
No one’s hands are clean
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4. |
Comfort
03:59
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Another stranger passing through
While your lover wasn’t home
With all this coming and going
Wine and laughter flowing
How are you alone
A thousand miles of broken road
Stretch out from me to you
But I can hear the music
And I can see the bruises
And I don’t know what to do
And you’re covered in kisses
And lifted by the breeze
But kisses are hard to hold
And the wind will leave you falling to your knees
Wild as an accident
Hard as glass on cold cement
Tangled as a fallen angels wings
Candle in a windowpane
Jacket drying in the rain
Straining for the song tomorrow sings
The street took you back
Without a second glance
Gave back your old doorway
Sit and talk about the old days
And another second chance
And your smothered in blank stares
And cradled in the arms
Of the bench you fell asleep on
With an angry sigh and the lullaby of passing cars
Wild as an accident
Hard as glass on cold cement
Tangled as a fallen angels wings
Candle in a windowpane
Jacket drying in the rain
Straining for the song tomorrow sings
I want you close again
Every time you go
And if comfort was easy
You’d already know
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5. |
West Broadway and Maple
04:31
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Crash land in Kitsilano
In the deep dark summer time
See the storefronts glow
Read the earthling street signs
West Broadway and Maple
Your mother cried golden tears
left a blessing on your brow
Feel your father’s hand on your shoulder even now
So goes the fable
See how your path has led you here
See your home town when the night is clear
Welcome to the city
I know it’s wild and pretty by the sea
When you walk along the water front
In the evening when the lights come on
Come on, come on, the future calls
Let’s dance along these empty halls and away
And I know that you’ll save Lois Lane
And tell the truth to Mary Jane
And I know you know how to save a life
I could stand here
for days and days
Way too proud and way too amazed
West Broadway and Maple
I'd do almost anything
To keep you here by my side
Watch you grow, watch you learn to fly
If I were able
And I can talk for hours
About your superpowers
Welcome to the city
I know it’s wild and pretty by the sea
When you walk along the water front
In the evening when the lights come on
Come on, come on, the future calls
Let’s dance along these empty halls and away
And I know that you’ll save Lois Lane
And tell the truth to Mary Jane
And I know you know how to save a life
And it’s single camera
Fourth wall down
Second fiddle to a third rate clown
If that’s what led you here who’s to say
you would have made it any other way
Welcome cry the city lights
sometimes dark and sometimes bright, by now you know
How they sparkle in a falling tear
Your home’s there and your home’s here
Come on, come on, the future calls
Smash through windows and punch through walls and away
Sometimes Lois saves herself
And Mary Jane marries someone else
And all this time I know you’re saving lives
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6. |
Of the Night
03:33
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I’m hella tired, Mr. Price
A blanket and a pillow, and a dark corner would be nice
I’m hella tired, Mr. Teacher
You drag me in at 9 a.m. but I’m a creature
Of the night
My mother cried the night I was born
The sun went down and my father smiled
She said, I’m sorry to do this to you
My heart is strong but I may lose you, child
The valley is dry
Where the river should flow
The forests burn
The mountain are all laid low
I’m hella bored, Mr. Price
My heart’s on fire but my head feels like ice
I’m hella bored, Mr. Teacher
You worship here but I am a preacher
Of the night
I’m the pile of broken glass and 5 bucks missing from your ride
I’m a stumbling shadow, cigarette in the dark
That lost phone feeling you feel deep inside
I’m lemon gin and a piss in the park
A leak in your ceiling
A stain on your floor
Been flying all night
Now I’m crashing at your door
I’m hella angry, Mr. Price
I don’t understand what I’m doing here
I’m hella angry, Mr. Teacher
Didn’t raise my hand, I didn’t volunteer
For this fight
I’m hella tired, Mr. Price
A pillow and a blanket and lullaby would be nice
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Trevor Price Nanaimo, British Columbia
Trevor Price is a singer/songwriter who began writing and performing at the age of fifteen. Originally from Toronto, he now finds his inspiration in Nanaimo, BC, where he has lived for many years.
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