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Rave On Sad Songs
03:47
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Last night I dreamt I died as I slept on the floor
Head between the speakers with tears fallin' stereo
It's cold he said as he climbed out of bed, will this winter ever go
He took your hands & warmed them in my own so
Rave on you sad songs, sad songs rave on
I'm just feelin the temperature happiness is for amateurs
Up in the afternoon grey until the evenings fade to black we crashed into the morn
Stumblin' home like skippin' stones precious to the bone
By and by if you should see the light well steady as she goes
Every horizon has some glow so
Rave on you sad songs, sad songs rave on
I'm just runnin' the temperature happiness is for amateurs
There's things we all need to believe to carry on
But I know you're not bein' honest with me when you tell me I'm wrong
If you'll make up my mind some of the time, tonight I'll take what's in store
So pour the wine, don't fall behind till they drag us out the door and
Rave on you sad songs, sad songs rave on
I'm just feelin' the temperature happiness is for amateurs
(Yeh) Rave on sad songs, sad songs rave on
I'm just runnin' the temperature happiness is for amateurs
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2. |
Lake Superior
03:10
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Lake Superior tonight
Set sail the dancing stars
With all your might
Flash of silver through the pines
Crashed out on your shore
By bonfire light
Lake superior you blow my mind
Ill tempered in November
Tender in July
Lake superior I drove all night
On the beach on cassette
On the whole time
Raindrops falling in the headlights
Windshield wipers
Slapping time
There is nothing so near
As feeling left behind
I’ll sink like a stone here
In your depths tonight
Lake superior rambling tree line
The sleeping giant
And the legend of the silver mine
Gitche gumee waves
Reaching thirty feet high
Ojibway Ocean
Stormy on my mind
North shore wind howlin’
Down the line
Breathe it in
Come back to life
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3. |
Love Is A Dirty Word
02:41
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In the golden age of love’s architecture
Shakespeare was lying drunk in a ditch
Scribbling out his rapture
While getting his pocket picked
He said, lust is a subscription
Passion’s what its worth
Greed is a conviction
Love’s a dirty word
You get hung up and you get hurt
Love is a dirty word
From a bird’s eye view you can see it
It’s sublime and it’s absurd
You can buy it and you can sell it
But nobody’s figured how to make it work
You can talk about it like a lawyer
You can call it a crush
But in the end it’s all buried treasure
Underneath the mud
It brings you down to earth
Love is a dirty word
Down the snakes and up the ladders
Black eyed Mona is my crutch
The mission bell warned me of disaster
But I’m still waiting on the sucker punch
Love is a dirty word
You get blind and you get burned
You get hung up and you get hurt
But it brings you down to earth
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4. |
Bitch City
03:30
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Jukebox in the corner
Scratches sputters and toils
Sputters and toils
Scratches sputters and toils
She ain’t that pretty
But she knows how to howl
That hallow high cheekbone moan
With bottoms up courage
The barstool drumrolls
The fortune teller looks worried
The sword swallower chokes
You can’t remember your name
Ain’t nobody got a home
The monkeys dance the tarantula
Bitch city bitch city getting your kicks
Getting your kicks getting you kicks
Bitch city bitch city oh what have I missed?
Blow me a kiss back home
All the vulgar dandles
With their rat a tat tat
The Cuban heeled cuties
With a skip in their step
You gotta walk light
When you’re stepping in shit
Throwing the dog a bone
Bitch city fangs
Really sink in your neck
Diggin’ those nails
Up and down your back
She’s painting in your ear
With the stench of her breath
Ashin’ her cigarette in your fresh beer
Smudged mascara fuck
She won’t let you sleep
She won’t let you get up
She make you crawl on your knees
And beg for her love
In the buzzing bee heat
As her streets hum
The cracked up dawn
Sucking the moon dry
Burnt out constellations
Of an invisible sky
Bitch city blowing
Smoke in your eyes
All blood shot with love
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5. |
High Summer
03:11
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I met her on the banks of Penatanguishine
I could see her lighter poking
Through her skin tight jeans
Thin hand rolled between her teeth, oh my
Dark water moon down by the beach
On the hood of her car feeling the heat
While all the rock n roll guitars jangled underneath the stars
High summer
She took off over the sand she flew
I stumbled over her clothes
I stumbled over her shoes
And into the water of midnight blue, oh my
Mosquitoes buzzing like mosquitoes do
So we pushed off in her canoe
And she showed me what a real Canadian can do, oh my
Summertime so short and sweet
When you’re young and the fire breaths
Smoke in your eyes
Hummingbird wings and guitar strings
‘round driftwood sparks where we all sing
a harmony that’s too high…
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6. |
Cold Blue Halo
03:22
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Your lipstick rubbed off on your sleeve
Blowin’ smoke from a mouthful of perfect teeth
You act so tough but not for real
Haven’t you had enough of how that feels
Under your breath you say a prayer
A wishful plead
How come everything you ever want
Is just out of reach
Second hand hearts oh how they bleed
They can never get enough sympathy
Your second thoughts they never leave
And that’s the rub you get for cold feet
You say a second chance
Is all you need
But honey when the lights go up
Everybody’s got to leave
Cold blue halo
Under your face
Text glow so and so
And so you say
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7. |
Love Is A Chain
03:57
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You’re tree with burning branches
Little birds have nowhere to land and
You are so unreasonable
Across the room you caught my glance
I’m falling for you
It’s a chain love
Love is a chain
It’s a chain love
Each link calling out your name
The cards are dealt you take your chances
I call your bluff it’s so romantic
You are so unpredictable
You laugh you cry you kick me in the head
When I fight back I’m insensitive
I’m falling for you
It’s a chain love
Love is a chain
It’s so strange love
Love is so strange
We fight and then we fuck
And then we fight all over again
It never ends
There’s a fire in your head smoke and ashes in our bed
You are unbelievable
Impossible
Incorrigible
Undeniable
Adorable
I’m falling for you
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8. |
Long May You Love
04:03
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Here’s to the long suffering paramour
With bloody fists still banging on the door
Here’s to the sorrow and the fury and all the coughed up regret
To the devotion candles blinking at the darkness
Here’s to the king of fools euchred by the jack of hearts
Here’s to all the rolling bones
Here’s to all the lucky charms
Long may you love and be loved
Here’s to the earth scratched underneath your nails
To the fugitive and the refugee and every tear that trails
Here’s to the courageous tongue
To living hard and true
Here’s to all the shit we gotta scrape
Off our shoes
Here’s to the shameless bump and grind
So swift and sweet
Here’s to the morning when
You don’t have to leave
Here’s to the complicated blue
Here’s to being here with you
Here’s to the slip stream wonder and the mystery
To the symbol crashing crescendo of all eternity
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9. |
The Slowest Dance
02:54
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Turn off the TV
Turn down that glare
I got a feeling it’s going nowhere
I got a candle
I got a match
I will open a bottle
I will fill your glass
And we will dance, we will dance
The slowest dance
I’ll put on a record
And when the needle starts
We’ll fall into the groove
Though sometimes the beat skips our hearts
So turn up the speakers
Tune down the snare
And we will dance, we will dance
The slowest dance
You head on my shoulder
Your feet between my feet
When side A is over
We just flip to side B
And when the record is over
Still scratching on repeat
We will dance, we will dance
The slowest dance
And when the silence takes over
Perhaps our hearts will speak
It’s good to dance, it’s good to dance
The slowest dance
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10. |
Winnipeg Winds
02:41
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Winnipeg winds blowing through me again
I never could get used to those Winnipeg winds
Dream train through the subterranean
Sleepwalking with skeleton keys a jangling
…Winnipeg winds
marching along to the dark banjo twang
hung up with a heavy burden
heavy as the King James version
…I never could get used to it
I’m giving away the one thing I never lost
God damn the one thing I never lost
Winnipeg winds blowing through me again
I never could get used to those Winnipeg winds
…Winnipeg winds
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11. |
Vanerpool Vanderpool
04:57
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Vanderpool, Vanderpool
Professor of the piano
Got himself a wavy do
Vanderpool, Vanderpool
From the ugly Madam's gilded room
The ivories tinkle out a merry tune
While out in the street the Reverend's gloom
Ain't saving nobody
Big Jim, Colossimo
Kissing his fist before rolling the bones
Crying, come on, seven, don't you know
Baby needs a new pair of shoes
Vanderpool, Vanderpool
A diamond ring on every finger
Well the papers assumed
He never stepped into the room
Without his velvet slippers
One legged pimps along the avenue
All the preening dandies
Hinky Dink, Cannon Bathhouse
John Caldwin and Crane Dollar
Hold houses on the levy
Taking a cut, eight cents of every dollar
With a kickback to the Mayor
And the derelict lords
And the first world ivorymen
Faces livelier than a bird in a cage
Last night I deigned
From monkey face Charlie Gankle's place
You know that Morgan Street Joan?
Well, she stuck a hairpin into a gentleman's stomach
Vanderpool, Vanderpool
Bouncing on his piano stool
Vanderpool, Vanderpool
You're lawless for legionnaires' peccadilloes
Kitty Adams on Satan's mind
State Street, 1896
Claimed to be related to the Raven Poet
Well, at least that's what the Madam says
High jinks on election day
All the slap-shoulder bonhomie
Jerusalem Slim took the very last train
And left all the hustlers
And the hoodlums fast asleep
Vanderpool, Vanderpool
Tossing back his wavy 'do
Kicking over his piano stool
Screaming, Jesus has left Chicago
Vanderpool, Vanderpool
Vanderpool, Vanderpool
Vanderpool, Vanderpool
Vanderpool, Vanderpool
Vanderpool, Vanderpool
Vanderpool, Vanderpool
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Jason Collett Toronto, Ontario
Jason Collett is a Toronto-based Canadian singer-songwriter. He has released four solo albums, and is a member of Broken Social Scene. His latest album, Song & Dance Man, was released in February, 2016.
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