Hopeless Romantic

by Claire Ness

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"It’s the sort of music that fans of Norah Jones would be familiar with. Added to that is a half-spoken, theatrical, expressive vocal that draws the listener in.” – BARRY JACK JENKINS, Whats Up Yukon Reviewer

"On a joué Maudite Affaire à notre émission vendredi et je te jure, je la chantais sans arrêt toute la fin de semaine! Une très belle chanson.” – JAIME LITTLE, CBC Radio Canada

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released April 24, 2013

All songs written by Claire Ness
Recorded by Tim Jeffery at Lone Star Studios in Crag Lake and the Bergmans Basement in Whitehorse
Mixed and Mastered by Bob Hamilton
Drums by Lonnie Powell
Bass by Rob Bergman
Piano by Grant Simpson
Trumpet by Daniel Timmermans
Harmonica by Steve Slade
Dobro by Tim Jeffery

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Claire Ness Whitehorse, Yukon

Cheeky wit.
Swing vocals.
Wild northern spirit.

Untamed tales and bona fide love songs from a candid heart!

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Track Name: Yukon Gold
When the call of the Yukon is calling me home.
You're bound to find me on the road.
When I'm sick of the sidewalk for getting around
You'll find me back on the uneven ground
When all of the people make me cold and alone
You’ll find me back in my warm winter home.

My Yukon gold, my Yukon home
I'm coming back to you.

When the bright lights blind me the midnight sun finds me
And guides me home to the Yukon.
When the wind takes pity on the still frozen air
It sweeps me away and I'm already there.
When fools mine for gold and greed fills the gutter
I'll be mining for truth in the Yukon.

My Yukon gold, my Yukon home
I'm coming back to you.

But I must go and roam out there on my own
So I know I wanna come home.

When the dark nights of winter just aren't long enough
I long for sundogs howling at the moon.
When rivers of money flow by undesired
I'll wind my way down the river Yukon.
When the cold concrete high-rises get me down.
I'll rise up with the mountains around.

My Yukon gold, my Yukon home
I'm coming back to you.
Track Name: Hopeless Romantic
A walk by the river under the moon
A bouquet of roses to make a girl swoon
A movie, a boatride, a cuddle at noon
A text in my inbox says “I miss you!”

I’m a hopeless romantic.
I love all those things just the same.
But there’s nothing like the smell of 2-cycle oil
To make a girl go insane.

It might be unique to just me
But I can’t help but get so horny
When I smell sawdust fresh from a tree
And a guy with a chainsaw hung at his knee.

I’m a hopeless romantic
I love to be wined and dined
But there’s nothing like the smell of 2-cycle oil
To make a girl lose her mind.

Now don’t get me wrong when you hear this song.
I don’t dig a man who cuts greens.
But a good man who can find good deadfall
Knows just what a girl needs.

I’m a hopeless romantic
I’d love to take off on your yacht
But there’s nothing like the smell of 2-cycle oil
To make a girl forget what she’s not

Cut me down
And stack me good
Cause the winter is long and I might just need
A hell of a lot of that wood

I’m a hopeless romantic
I love the smell of gasoline
But there’s nothing like the smell of 2-cycle oil
To make it the mix of my dreams
To make you the man of my dreams
Track Name: Maudite Affaire
Maudite affaire de même
Maudite affaire de même
Maudite affaire de même
Maudite affaire de même

Quoi que ce soit, sa ne fait pas
De différence à moi.
Quoi que ce soit, Ca ne fait pas
De différence à moi.

Fait que c’est ça.
C’est en plein ça.
C’est tout a fait ça.
C’est ça qui est ça.

Maudite Affaire…

Quoi que ce soit…

Fait que c’est ca.
C’est en plein ca.
C’est tout a fait ca.
C’est quasiment ca.
C’est effectivement ca.
C’est ca qui est ca.

Maudite Affaire…
Track Name: Don't Wait for a Rainbow
Don't wait for a rainbow.
The whole sky has all colours.
Those colours are out
In full swing all the time.

Don't wait for a rainbow
The whole world has all colours.
Can you capture those colours
Make a rainbow all of the time.

Love is a prism
The source of all emotion
Just like white light makes red and blue
Love makes hate and fear.

You may have to go searching
Far and wide through hard times
To find all the colours you need
Are all right here.

Why protect your light?
When you can share it in spades?
You'd better shine through your fear
Before your brightness fades.

The future is refracted
From now your crystal raindrop
Can you capture your decision for
Tomorrow in a beam?

White light is unwritten
On into the unknown
Like a brave reflection
The past makes real a dream.
Track Name: Stampedes of Water
Stampedes of water
And manes of white horses
Swallowed stampeders
And dreams of their gold.

But those who made history
Were just as forgotten
Cause we’ll never know if
The truth is what we’re told.

George Carmack had a dream
To be Chief of a tribe
And a vision of a salmon
With gold nugget eyes.

When he found Skookum Jim
He married Jim’s sister Kate
And they made the first find
Making others too late.

In Skagway Joe Brooks
Pushed his mules overboard
Swam with them ashore
And bred them 300 more.

Packing goods up the pass
He made thousands a day.
He lay nuggets on the bar
“Everyone drinks!” he’d say.

You’d know him to see him
Riding full tilt through town,
With his two tiny sons
One tucked under each arm.

The rush to the riches
Where pioneers were grown,
A rushing river of lost souls
And seeds barely sewn.

Martha Black from high society
To the Yukon to find gold.
Her rich husband in Hawaii,
Her and her baby in the cold.

After running a sawmill
And an ore-crushing plant,
It takes a tough Yukon lady
To survive parliament.
Track Name: Old Shoes
I left my shoes at my lover’s in the city
And when I came back the next year
I dug them out from under his bed
And tried them on for size.

They felt weird to break back in
And to be on this road again
But their soles hadn't
Given in to their demise.

Back in my old shoes again
They keep saying one more bend Cause they know where they’re going
In the end.

The road is hard and wearing
But as long as I am wearing them
My tender feet won’t have to
Touch the cold hard ground.

My soles are getting thinner
And soon I will be giving in
To bury my old shoes
In the cold hard ground.

Though my laces tie me down, I can't keep my feet on the ground Though my tongues are tightly bound, I can't keep my head out of the clouds.
Track Name: The Bridge
Houses for hills, and streets for canyons,
Sewers for rivers, and curbs for cliffs,
Tidy lawns as our forests,
And doorways as our caves.

Shopping malls as our oceans,
Airplanes as our stars,
Bombs instead of birds,
And landfills as our graves.

We’re aliens on our own planet.
We talk about earth like it’s some distant place
We’re trying our best to save,
As if one day we can escape.
And who are “they” who made us all slaves?

Cement for soil, and plastic for people,
Cigarettes scattered like seeds,
Money for blood, and phones and guns
Instead of face to face.

The bridge will get us over.
The bridge will get us through.
The bridge will get us over.
The bridge will get us through.

Houses for hills, and streets for canyons,
Sewers for rivers, and curbs for cliffs,
Tidy lawns as our forests,
And doorways as our caves.

Shopping malls as our oceans,
Airplanes as our stars,
Bombs instead of birds,
And landfills as our graves.
Track Name: Unite on the Moon
What strange creatures we are
Thirsty for love and war
But one thing we can agree
We can unite on the moon.

Unite on the moon
Unite on the moon
By night it’s white and by day it’s grey
We can unite on the moon.

The moon is upstaged by so many lights,
It can’t find its way through the crowd
But maybe one day we won’t be half as bright
And we’ll try not to be so loud.

What right does the moon have
Shining bright like a star?
How dare that rock up there
Be brighter than us by far.

We can unite on the –
Stop the fight on the -
Maybe just one night on the –
We’ll make it right on the –
We can unite on the moon.
Track Name: Rushing to Red Lights
We’re rushing to red lights
On sugar dusted roads
We rush toward our death
Shouldering heavy, empty loads

But if my mind is made up right
My shoes are tied on tight
I won’t be stopping every time
I come to a red light

Cause the light outgrows the dark
The fire sends out it’s spark
Trees send out their roots
And a man woos with his remark

Everyone wants to make history
Everything wants to spread it’s seed
The ultimate honour when I leave
Is knowing my spark will outlive me

Cause everything expires
Nothing escapes time
But sparks will fly into the sky
And light some new fires

I gotta be the first in line
Even to stand still
I gotta melt the ice on the road
Before it naturally will.

Cause I gotta drive real fast
And rush to every halt
So dust the road with sugar too
But don’t forget the salt.
Track Name: We Drink
Ontario they make syrup
Québec ils jouent bien le hockey.
The maritimes have lobster
Nunavut has none of it eh?

The prairies they grow grass
In BC they grow it like stink
NWT they folk on the rocks
And in the Yukon we drink.

We drink when we are happy
We drink when we are sad.
We drink as though it’s going outta style
A forever passing fad.

We drink all through the winter
To stay warm and fight melancholy.
We drink all through the summer
The sun won’t sleep, so why should we?

We drink at school
We drink in a house or a car.
When we’re too drunk to be a door man.
We kick ourselves out of bar.

We drink when it is freezing.
We drink when it’s just cold.
We drink when anyone we know
Turns one more half day old.

We drink at the ski hill
We drink for a hole in one.
We drink with our Grandma
When she gets her colon done.

We drink as we grow old.
We drink when we’re breast fed.
We brush our teeth with vodka
And take two beers to bed.
Track Name: La Pitoune
La pitoune mange de la poutine.
Voyons, voyons, voyons.

Les pois, les poires et les poivrons.
La sauce aux poivres et la viande, voyons.

La pitoune mange de la poutine.
Voyons, voyons, voyons.

Elle va pouvoir avoir la pouvoir
Mais elle ne met pas du poids.
Elle ne met pas du poids.

Voyons, voyons, voyons...

La pitoune mange de la poutine
Voyons, voyons, voyons.

Le poile de la poitrine
Pour elle c’est dégoutant.
C’est effrayant.
C‘est épeurant.

Un razage intégrale
Pour elle c’est important.
C’est désirable.
C’est nécessaire.

Voyons, voyons, voyons...

La poutine mange de la pitoune.
Maintenant ca fait du sense.
Mais là sa fait plus de sense.
Voyons.
Track Name: Top of the World
Just give me enough
To rise with the sunrise
And stay with the stars
When the moon shines
On top of the world.

Just give me enough.
I don’t need much.
To be ---
On top of the world.

I ---
Don’t need
Very much
Just me.