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Acting My Age
03:06
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Somewhere I left a light on digging through the house of ancient memory
Somewhere, the pink perfume of someone else’s hair
And I could see you standing there
Standing in your parents’ house, just your mother’s girl
A morning tub with your matted curls
My teenaged hands on your soapy skin, fingers in the lather
I swore to myself that I’d always remember
Remember everything
Somewhere I left a light on thick behind the door but we bury this away
Let it carry on in ghosts
I tried to keep these moments, squirrel them away,
I tried a thousand ways, I thought a thousand times
Of stolen wine and backyard tents, my brother’s songs on old cassettes
I made it up as I got it wrong, I was hoping you’d help me along
With the life of love that lay ahead but it was only you in a childhood bed
And I named your breasts, stamped your skin,
Counted moles like I was saving tin just to battle time and my lazy head
That I thought would not surrender
I swore to myself that I’d always remember
Remember everything
Every light I’ve kept behind the door
Tells me friendship isn’t quite what love is for
I smile that I promised to love you forever
I was acting my age
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Wide awake and it's quarter to six
How many time i gotta start a day like this, i'm tired
Like you
And i know we’ve gotta keep a light in the flame
It’s like the longer the distance the braver the face for you
And for me
It might just rain like this for days
But there’s shelter in the way we see it through
It might just rain like this for days
When the weather breaks i'm on my way to you
I said i'm dyed in the wool to be dark in the head
It's like the closer you get the further i bend away
From you
Tell me again about the bar that you found
The one downtown where we maybe hear ourselves think
I could buy you a drink
It might just rain like this for days
But there is shelter in the way we see it through
It might just rain like this for days
When the weather breaks i'm on my way
On my way to you
I know we’ve gotta keep a light in the flame
It’s like the longer the distance the braver the face for you
For me
It might just rain like this for days
But there is shelter in the way we see it through
It might just rain like this for days
When the weather breaks i'm on my way
On my way to you
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Terrified
02:54
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She said, there’s something to these rooftops
That’s why I walk without looking down
I thought, if looks could kill you’d be queen of the hill
But you could tumble and break your crown
She said, I only wanna start again
So terrified of losing again
So terrified of having my way
I only wanna start again
I said, I feel like I’m at home here
There’s something in the glow of your eyes
She said, that’s the shame about a flame, baby,
You can never get close to the light
She said, I only wanna start again
So terrified of losing again
So terrified of having my way
I only wanna start again
Maybe it’s a trick of the light
It’s always in the back of my mind
You can spend your life waiting for a sign
But good things never come on time
So terrified
So terrified of having my way
I only wanna start again
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4. |
Song That Doesn't Rhyme
02:37
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Full of pomp and privilege, I drove my mother’s car.
I was enamoured with my every word, the way young people are
She sat there like a passenger and held a private smile
She said, the bravest thing to do is write a song that doesn’t rhyme
Went to university, that’s what my people do
I cemented my convictions and predictions of the truth
I was less concerned with substance than to learn to love in style
But the bravest thing to do is write a song that doesn’t rhyme
My father was a prospector, my mother was a rock.
They tied their wand’ring hearts together and scurried from the flock
And they sang it to my brothers’ ears, they sang it into mine
The bravest thing to do is write a song that doesn’t rhyme
I’m asking for the courage, I’m asking for the heart
I’m asking for the strength of arms to hold my world apart
I’m asking for the silence to believe without my eyes
That the bravest thing to do, the bravest thing to do
That the bravest thing to do
Is write a song that doesn’t rhyme
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Kelly Joe, I heard you sold your last guitar
Somebody told me. Man, we were wond’ring where you are
And I remembered in the cold, when I slept in my father’s car
After driving seven hours to see you play the Dreaming Bar
It was years ago
Hey, you know, I remember asking your advice
A song I wrote, I was praying that you’d like it
There was space around your words and you were kind in your reply
You said, “you sing it like a ringer and your imagery is fine”
That made me smile
Kelly Joe, don’t let it go
Your perfect sound is a radio I’ve carried with me when I’m down
Would Vince Van Gogh have sold his brushes if he’d got old?
Hey, Kelly Joe, I heard you got a new idea
To get your boots and get your cap and be a ranger in the trees
Well, that doesn’t seem a stretch, I guess it’s no surprise to me
And I think it’s a relief just to know you have a dream
You have a dream
Kelly Joe, don’t let it go
Your perfect sound is a radio I’ve carried with me when I’m down
Would Vince Van Gogh have sold his brushes if he’d got old?
Does genius demand a ransom, higher as years go by?
And does doubt come through the cracks if genius isn’t recognized?
And I know it’s not my business but I wish you’d compromise
Kelly Joe,
I heard you sold your last guitar
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6. |
Driftwood Love
02:49
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Driftwood love, i don’t hedge my bets
I’ll take what I get and that’s enough
Driftwood love, romance isn’t true
We break or make do and I give up
I didn’t really know
We get old so fast
It takes something lost to make you long
For something lasting
Love, I been drifting too
Something brought me to you-- that’s enough
Something brought me to you, driftwood love
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Hammer
03:45
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If i had a hammer i’d keep it in the closet
I’d keep it in the ether with my thoughts and my prayers
I’d read about the marches and like em on Facebook
I’d keep my hands clean, i’d keep my hands fair
If i had a bell i’d leave it on the mantle
I’d stuff it with velvet and shine up the brass
I’d have my friends over to talk about TV
Hey, what’s with the bell? Nobody asks
Cause I am a white man and I choose my causes
And then in the evening i go home to my bed
And i dream about danger and i dream about warning
Wake up in the morning with a clear head
If I had a history i’d keep it in the basement
I’d keep it in the schoolyard buried under a tree
Then I’d write a new story, put it in a movie
Make a little money cause life ain’t free
Cause I am a white man and i choose my causes
And then in the evening i go home to my bed
And i dream about danger and i dream about warning
Wake up in the morning with a clear head
Well, i got a bell and I got a hammer
And I got a history and nothing to say
But I like my family and I like employment
And I like my head down, I hear better that way
Yeah, I keep my head down, I get by that way
Ah, the love between my brothers and my sisters...
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Well, I woke up bright and early today, then i woke up again a little less early
Then i woke up again not quite so bright and finally I said, ok, i better get this show on the road
So i put on my pants, i put on my shirt
Then i glanced at the clock..
It was getting late so i went back to bed... got to bed early, though!
Some people have sad running in their veins, it’s a default setting we were wired that way
But you can’t send back to the factory unless you have a warranty
So i wrote to my folks asking if mine was still good. I waited a while for a response... And finally i heard back from them-- they yelled down.. Move the hell out of our basement. (Please).
You start to think about suicide what it be like if you up and died
How many people’d show up on your funeral day what kind of speeches your friends’d make
Course, i suppose you could find out these same things if you just... up and got married.
Maybe stick with the first plan… suicide!
I wake up in the night with voices in my head they’re still there talking when i go back to bed
Voices when i write, voices when i play voices follow me out on stage,
Never heard so many voices.
So i started talking back to em, I said: You don’t deserve to be here. You don’t control me. You can’t control my mind. Cause you’re lonely, nobody loves you nobody wants you nobody cares about you you’re wasting your time you don’t have any friends everything you do is worthless you’re worthless you’ll die a worthless piece of worthless crap that nobody loves or cares about because you’re worthless
Yeah, it didn’t work, they’re still there. I just gave em new ideas!
Well, i woke up bright and early again, this time i did it I GOT OUT OF BED!
Got outta the house and made it to the gym, patted my back and called it a win.
Then i overheard some guy say, “welp, tomorrow’s another day”.
I slapped him
Well, I am sad and you are sad and your friends are sad and your family’s sad
Everyone’s sad about being sad nothin is good, everything is bad
But you know what they say... “It’s good to have something to look forward to”.
Can’t wait to hear what they say at my funeral.
Or wedding!
Well, I am sad and you are sad and your friends are sad and your family’s sad
Everyone’s sad about being sad nothin is good, everything is bad
Well, I am sad and you are sad and your friends are sad and your family’s sad
Everyone’s sad about being sad nothin is good… and everything is bad.
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9. |
So Am I
03:25
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This is a song to say what I couldn’t say
Something gets in the way every time
It’s a blessing not a curse to put money in your purse
But I’d like to know, wouldn’t i?
I’ve been going through these pages
From all my various stages
The shit no eyes will ever see
And I’ll wonder to the end, every now and then
Is there another way this could’ve been
But when you’re overcome or you come undone
And you’re the only one
Well, so am i
Now I wander through the trees that stretch out over the beach
The wind has shaped the way they lean
And there’s something in the air that didn’t used to be there
Something I can’t touch, that I can’t see
I’ve been going through my things
To see if maybe there’s some meaning
For a sign of life in my possessions
Cause I tried to fill my home with little joys that I have known
When being lonely gets to feel like a profession
But when you’re overcome or you come undone
And you’re the only one
Well, so am i
And when the colors fade, sometimes for days
It’s the way you’re made
And so am i
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Adrian Glynn Vancouver, British Columbia
Adrian’s 5th solo album tracks the story of his Ukrainian grandparents’ flight from their homeland in the 1940s, to settle in Montreal. Adrian is a songwriter based in Vancouver and has released more than 8 critically acclaimed albums, both solo and with his folk band, The Fugitives. He has been nominated for a JUNO Award and multiple Western Canadian Music Awards and Canadian Folk Music Awards. ... more
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