Hopeless Romantic

by Claire Ness

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1.
Yukon Gold 05:07
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.
2.
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
3.
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…
4.
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.
5.
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.
6.
Old Shoes 03:00
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.
7.
The Bridge 03:14
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.
8.
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.
9.
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.
10.
We Drink 04:10
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.
11.
La Pitoune 03:26
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.
12.
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.

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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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