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Pacific Blue
02:49
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I left Toronto in the rain
Landed in Vancouver in the rain
Back to the bed where it all began
Back to back too blue
Starting over was our first mistake
Getting free was a chance we didn’t take
I should never have hesitated
Getting over you
Every morning stole me from a dream
I can’t remember let alone what they might mean
There’s no way I was ever getting away with
Getting over you
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2. |
Jasper Johns' Flag
02:17
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Jasper Johns
The day has come
Jasper Johns
With a new song
Jasper Johns
In a dream you saw
White lines in the red
Star punched blue
White lines in the red
Star punched blue
It’s a white flag
Surrender on
A white flag
For Jasper Johns
It’s a white flag
In a dream you saw
White lines in the red
Star punched blue
White lines in the red
Star punched blue
Rain on the window pane
Rust on the plow
Wind in the weathervane
Under a big black cloud
Coming on home
With all the sacred cows
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3. |
King James Rag
02:10
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Fly in the ointment
Pearls before swine
Sour grapes, feet of clay
Girded lions
Whited sepulchers
Filthy lucre
Eye of the needle
Of the needle in the eye
The salt of the earth
The skin of your teeth
The apple of your eye
The fatted calf we will eat
Drink and be merry
Yea, verily
The King James rag
The Jacobean drag
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4. |
Sailor Boy
01:49
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Sailor boy, sailor boy
Sad sailor boy
You’ll cast away in her sea no more
Sad sailor boy
A siren song came along
With the perfect storm
Tempest tossed
With a temptress tuggin’ on
Your harbourcoat
Sailor’s girl, sailor’s girl
A shipwreck of a sailor’s girl
Seven oceans blue
Stormy and blue as you
Sailor’s girl
He sailed across your bedroom floor
On a slamming door
He’ll come back to you no more
Bad sailor boy
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5. |
Ask No Questions
02:00
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Take my hand
You know I’m sorry
What you don’t understand
You should ignore and
Ask no questions
I’ll tell you no lies
I’m late again
Stuck at the office
Caught in traffic again
I couldn’t help it but
Ask no questions
I’ll tell you no lies
I don’t mean to be jaded
But I think the truth’s over-rated
And home,
Home’s where the heart is
But home is not where I’m honest so
Ask no questions
I’ll tell you no lies
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I saw the light in your eyes
I lost my ground I turned around
You turned around in kind
It only takes a moment to spend the rest of…
You’re not the one and only lonely one
The best made plans are best made blind
I’m your better late than never man
Well read in between the lines reach out your hand I know what’s on your mind
You’re not the one and only lonely one
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7. |
Miss Canada
02:31
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She takes off her dress
In a Fort McMurray motel bed
When the boys cash their checks
In the fields of black gold
Back home the cannery’s closed
And the fishing boats don’t hardly fish no more
She came out west
Hoping to make the best of it
It wasn’t what she planned
But who could draw a line
In the tar sands
Money’s a fast talking bird in the hand
There she goes
Miss here she was
Where has she gone
When the wind blows
That’s all she wrote
When the work’s all gone
And there’s just the odd job
Those that can’t hang on
Move along
And when the wind blows
And the Athabasca river flows
Restless is all she knows
In the fields of black gold
Everything has a price
It ain’t cheap but it’s sold-off anyway
There she goes
Miss here she was
Where has she gone when the wind blows
That’s all she wrote
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8. |
Talk Radio
02:06
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What is happening to me
I have done all the right things
I am a god fearing Christian
I work hard for my family
I have a gun
And I believe in the values of the country
And my life is collapsing
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9. |
I Wanna Rob A Bank
03:17
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I want to rob a bank
I want to rob a bank
I want a TKO
Of the CEO
I want to fill my tank
I just want to fill my tank
I want to know
Where did the money go?
I wanna rob a bank
I think it’s only right
What’s left don’t even put up a fight
Someone’s got to save the day
Even Jesus would say it’s OK
To want to rob a bank
Don’t you want to rob a bank?
Just like Jesse James
But I don’t want to rob no train
I wanna rob a bank
They call it an institution
Blessed by the constitution
Lawyers to get off
Making profit from loss
Hitting it big below the belt
Is above the law somehow
I wanna rob a bank
The sheriff came and took my house
After my job went south
Here at the holiday-hotplate-hotel
I got instant noodles and a king can of pils
So bank teller open up them tills I ain’t comin’ in to pay the bills
I wanna rob a bank
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10. |
Where Things Go Wrong
03:48
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You belong, you belong
Where things go wrong
It’s the same old song all along
When things go wrong
You never let it drop
You don’t let it drop
You’ll never get back up
If you don’t ever let it drop
It’s not impossible, there are miracles
But mostly things go wrong
You go out in the night and it’s up in lights
Where things go wrong
You can’t fight getting in a fight
Where things go wrong
You never let it drop
You don’t let it drop
You’ll never get back up
If you don’t ever let it drop
You belong, you belong
Where things go wrong
So move along back where you belong
Where things go wrong
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When the old farmhouse has fallen down
And all the grass has turned to brown
Money comes to me
When black ice is on the ground
And the night's sucked clean of sound
Money comes to me
Glory, how I love this town
Though rivals rise from every bow
With their eyes fixed on my crown
O, money, come to me
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12. |
Black Diamond Girl
01:53
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Black diamond, black diamond
Diamond, black diamond
Black sheep shining
She ain't no cultured pearl
Rubies and sapphires
The wealth of empires
Don't mean much
To a black diamond girl
Black diamond, black diamond
Bad moon rising
Over a black sea shining
Underneath lie's my black pearl
Diamond, black diamond
Blood red horizon
Cuts through the night
Like a black diamond girl
Black diamond, black diamond
Diamond, black diamond
Black sheep shining
She's my black diamond girl
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T Shirt rolled up to his shoulders
Six inch sideburns and a pompadour
A two pack habit pushing a baby stroller
My daddy was a rocknroller
He drove used cars, built 'em outa used parts
Kept 'em in the front yard up on blocks
A grease monkey with a weekend job
Couldn't care less about what the neighbours thought
He really knew how to stretch a dollar
Sneaking us kids into the drive-in theatre
Four on the floor underneath the covers
My daddy was a rocknroller
My daddy was a rocknroller
He dodged the war 'cause he was nobody's soldier
Settled down here just north of the border
A union man 'til the company sold her
My daddy was a rocknroller
He grew up but he never got older
A wise cracker and a straight shooter
Just like Lenny on Law and Order
My daddy was a rocknroller
My daddy was a rocknroller
My daddy was a rocknroller
He never kissed no ass unless it was my mother's
My daddy was a rocknroller
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Does your conscience
Keep you up at night
Did your bleeding heart pay
The market price
There are rumors and suspicion
Tapped telephone lines
Biblical conviction
Hustling the end of times
Long white, table linen
Where you've placed your knife
And taken up important positions
With men of power and their wives
There's no blueblood in the kitchen
There's no blueblood in the mines
There's no blueblood in a soldiers coffin
Comin' home from the front lines
Don't let the truth get to you
Priests and politicians
Conjurors and liars
Scribes of elaborate excuses
In ivory towers
News on television
Not taking any sides
Modern journalism's
Just a little tongue-tied
And if the emperor's new rhetoric
Rings hollow in the night
It's just the redacted cadence
Of freedom losing its mind
It's the cost of doing business
It's a terrible price
When the change that caught you believing
Was just nickels and dimes
Don't let the truth get to you
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15. |
When The War Came Home
04:47
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It's hard to make a living
When it's easy making a killing
Foreclosing homes
When the war came home
Got debts to pay and few ways to pay 'em
The shortchanged next generation
Can't have what's been sold
When the war came home
When the war came, when the war came
In from the cold
When the war came, when the war came
To reap what was sown
When the war came home
When I look at my children
I think about the children
Who sewed their clothes
When their war came home
All that tough talk fight for our freedom
Never did stand to reason
The war left us broke
When the war came home
When the war came, when the war came
In from the cold
When the war came, when the war came
To reap what was sown
When the war came home
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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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