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The Bloody Dotted Line
04:13
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I used to dream in color and I wished away the days
Waiting on the slightest chance that I would get to play
A guilded harp, a silver horn with a bonny tune to sing
A place inside a golden hall to prance around the king
When I was young I wished to be
Up to my neck in a fantasy
Why did I sign on that bloody dotted line?
Let the devils hold it over me
Is it a crime to live when you cannot afford the means?
Is it a crime to walk the earth like ravenous machines?
Is there a way to bridge a gap across a great divide?
Is it a secret thrill to know the gods are on your side?
When I was young I wished to be
A landed man with a back forty
Why did I sign on that bloody dotted line?
Let the devils hold it over me
The smoke still clouds my wits
The stink still fills my pores
From the night they kicked down the door
The blood still stains my lips
The grief still chafes my soul
My pride was raked through the coals
Yonder prison walls
They own my flesh and bones
But my thoughts are mine alone
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Whistle and a Grin
02:55
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I’m what you’d call a bettin’ man
And I live from pay to pay
I’m a high card stud of mongrel blood
And a zero on the day
Well I’m no sage nor soothsayer nor arbiter of truth
I’m high on risk and low on temper
And long in the tooth
I’m wide awake on the losing end of it
Better check my pride and take it on the chin
With a Whistle and a Grin
With a Whistle and a Grin
A buxom belle with a surefire tell
Was barking up my tree
I couldn’t take her money
She was making eyes at me
Oh so fine with a low neck line
Reckless fast and loose
She giggled as she drew me in
And tightened up the noose
I used the brain between my legs
Threw in the kitchen sink
That painted up bamboozler
left me staring in my drink
To plumb the depths inside my head
but I can't seem to find
The morale of the story
or a little piece of mind
Just a little piece of mind.
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Mariner's Grave
03:46
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Once upon a time my existence
Was defined by ambition and trade
Now it’s gone just like this
The remnants of the exodus
At a loss, all alone and afraid
The fire has left me long ago
Once I was bristlin and brave
Now I’m destined to wither
On an errand of fools
And to lie in a mariners grave
I was worn with the stress
And the weight of progress
In the foremost uncertain of days
Comatose, dark & still
Have the means but lost the will
To take the fight to imposing ways
Once I was branded in gold
Now I’m abandoned and sold
Servant, sentinel and slave
Doomed to lie in a mariners grave
Once I was a summer domain
Now only winter remains
Drawn, quartered and flayed
Doomed to lie in a mariners grave
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Hard Miles
03:04
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Steady as she goes on a western run
You turned your back to the rising sun
You just fuelled up, the weather looks good
And the game is on
May the lines no longer pass you by
Hard miles,
Taking you from your prize
Hard miles
You're bouncing around like a loose pinball
You’re thinking too much about nothing at all
You miss your bed and you miss your girl
And you’re a'ways from home
Mr. Man, your day is done
You strained your eyes on the setting sun
But you count your blessings
And look forward to another night alone
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Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
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Vermillion River
04:32
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Well I got my welding tickets
Set out on the road
To a place I never heard of
About two years ago
I wonder what they’re doing
Back home in Sunnybrae?
I’m in Vermilion River
They’re a million miles away
What would they say if I went back empty handed?
They won’t know who I am for all I know
But I know they'd compare me to my brothers
And laugh behind my back if I went home
I tried my hand at farming and on the oil fields
Hell I’ve done my share of drinking to forget about how I feel
Once there was a lady, she set my heart in flames
I’m in Vermilion River, she’s a million miles away
What would she say if I went back empty handed?
She has another man for all I know
But I know, she’d compare me to her lovers
And pretend we never met if I went home
Before I go I have to make a confession
Between me, you, Jesus and the wall
I burnt down a house, and no one knows about it
So now Vermilion River is my home
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A Free Country
03:40
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My wish is my command
I demand the things I see
I don’t know where they come from
But they are next to free
I have what I have
Cause I have the right to have it
To hell with all the consequences
I don’t need to see
Thank god I live in a free country
I don’t think much of strangers
Much of you or of your kind
You best fit in or you're free to find
A better place to be
I say what I say
Cause I have the right to say it
To hell with all the differences
It’s all greek to me
Thank god I live in a free country
It’s great to live in a wonderland
Where no one needs a helping hand
An arms length from a trusted brand
And sheltered from the world
The world’s turned to a scary place
For the top end of the human race
Oh plastic god in outer space
Wrap me in your warm embrace
We’re winning wars and losing face
But half the fun is in the chase
And the bleeding hearts are
wasting precious time on bold face lies
I don’t care about the noise
I don’t care about the numbers
This wonderland is mine to run
and I’ll do what I please
I do what I do, cause I have the right to do it
To strip from post to pillar
from the mountains to the sea
Thank god I live in a free country
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Son of a Landless Man
03:23
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He spends all his weeks in the bread line
He spends all his weekends in jail
He spends all his money on dead ends
And always has something for sale
He doesn’t know how to do different.
He lives with his head in the sand
Playing his role
Stuck on the dole
The son of a landless man
No one never called him ambitious
He never pretended to be
He bummed around the pool halls to kill time
When he dropped out of school at sixteen
It was there that he met his ex-wife
It should have ended before it began
She batted her eye lids and had a few kids
With the son of a landless man
The wife and the kids are gone now
He don’t have a clue where they are
As one night he pulled out a rifle
In an argument he took too far
Now someone says he cant see them
It’ll be a long time before he can
His three little girls, all giggles and curls
and the son of a landless man.
Another son of a landless man
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Up the Mountain
03:36
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I still feel the wind blowing on Dunvegan shores
I still taste the brine in the air
High upon a hill
Far away from the lights of town
Well I’m going up the mountain
And I’m never coming down
I can barely remember the nights full of whiskey, cheer and song
We were messing up the words to Shady Grove
Cutting through the still
Far away from the lights of town
Well I’m going up the mountain
And I’m never coming down
Oh I wish that I could get away
From these foreign fields I roam
There’s a colour in the sky today
It’s reminding me of home
Up the mountain
I can still feel the wind blowing on Dunvegan shores
I miss an easy life without a care
High upon a hill
Far away from the lights of town
Well I’m going up the mountain
And I’m never coming down
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The Battle of Nowhere
05:36
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T'is the loathsome right of lions and lords
To visit their might upon lambs
Oh butcher and beast, tyrant and cabal
I am a lion no longer
For empire and flag, for captain and king
I offered no quarter nor mercy
Spurred by the rage of a thousand vengeful gods
And blinded by men of ambition
Such industry is violence and war!
And how the ends are not all they claim
Righteous crusades bear bullion and control
And garnish the blood of a nation
So beware the promise of exotic frontiers
Where the battle of nowhere is waged
Where patriot sons are put to the sword
And lost in the strains of an anthem
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The Stanfields Halifax, Nova Scotia
The Stanfields are a Canadian rock music group, based in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
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