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Jackfish Girl
03:30
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I’m a jackfish girl and you’re a lake trout guy.
You like deep water beauties and I like
Shallow bottom feeders with teeth that break my leaders,
So it’ll never work out with you.
They’ve got me hook, line and sinker.
They’ve got me, those big stinkers.
They’ve got me cause
I’m not the biggest thinker.
I’m a jackfish girl and you’re a lake trout guy.
You like deep water beauties and I like
Stagnant swamp dwellers, those ugly old fellers,
So it’ll never work out with you.
What’s the point in trolling?
Those trout, always withholding,
Waiting down there in the cold
With a reputation to uphold.
I’m a jackfish girl and you’re a lake trout guy.
You like deep water beauties and I like
Scaly, slimey sluggers, those underbiting buggers,
So it’ll never work out with you.
It only takes a cast.
Pike are so easy to catch.
I may choke on the bones
But at least I’m not alone.
There’s plenty of fish in the sea,
But in the lake there’s only you and me.
Maybe if you can act real mean,
I can be your deep water queen.
Cause I’m a jackfish girl and you’re a lake trout guy.
You like deep water beauties and I like
You, cause you don’t catch and release me,
So maybe it’ll work out with you.
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2. |
House with No Door
04:20
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There’s more gravity in a bottle
Than there is in a jug or a glass
In case you feel you need to drink
It down hard and fast.
When an army gets to shore they burn
Their boats before they attack
That way they have to win
Cause there’s no turning back.
A ship is safe in the harbour
But that’s not what it is for.
What good is a window
On a house with no door.
Faites ce que je dis
Vendredi, Samedi et Dimanche
Arrête vos niaiseries
Et je vous donnerai une journée de relâche.
Faites ce que je dis
Vendredi, Samedi et Dimanche
Arrête vos niaiseries
Et je vous donnerai mon cœur sur ma manche.
There’s more humanity in a dog
Than there is in the highest class
In case you feel your speed
Got you there first but you came in last
When you build a castle out of sand
The sea will wash it away
That way you’ll be building
A new castle every day.
What good is a child
Unless they do their chores?
What good is a diamond
If otherwise you’re poor?
A ship is safe in the harbour
But that’s not what it is for.
What good is a window
On a house with no door.
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You’re as hard hearted as a hockey puck.
When I saw you coming I forgot to duck.
I should’ve taken my own advice,
And kept my focus and my stick on the ice.
But you got me in the five hole.
I wish that you’d missed or hit the pole.
I’ve had too many concussions to track.
But this time I’m out, flat on my back.
I’m waffle-boarding baby just to keep you at bay.
I’m on my knees, I’m butterflyin’ please.
You’ve had more shots on goal than I,
But somehow I’m still hopin’ for a tie.
You’re way offside and I’m beggin’ the ref,
To give you a penalty or sudden death.
You’re screening my goalie but the play goes on.
You’re like Cherry pickin’ what suit to don.
You’ve got me up against the boards.
You’re playing dirty like I play these chords.
The rink was resurfaced by the Zamboni.
But you don’t know a clean wipe from a slice of balony.
I’m waffle-boarding baby just to keep you at bay.
I’m on my knees, I’m butterflyin’ please.
I feel like a Leaf dried up in a drought.
Put me out of misery with a shoot-out.
This game is going into overtime.
Your high-sticking ought to be a crime.
Just wait til I get my power play
I want a 2-man advantage and a break away.
Or even better…
I’ll get a short-handed goal while my side is weak.
Fake a left, then a right, then a triple deke.
Surprise you from behind with a wrap around
And score backhanded on my re-re-rebound.
I’m waffle-boarding baby just to keep you at bay.
I’m on my knees, I’m butterflyin’ please.
I never thought a die-hard Canuck
Could be as hardhearted as a hockey puck.
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4. |
The Colour Blue
02:45
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When I was a child
My only friend
Was the neighbor kid
Who mixed up blue and red.
He couldn’t see the difference
Now he’s a jailbird in blue.
Nobody sees the colour blue
Like I do.
When I see the ocean
Or look into the sky.
I pity all the people
Who are just passing by.
They don’t seem to notice
Don’t even have a clue.
Nobody sees the colour blue
Like I do.
If I were a painter
And I saw your face
I’d see hues of blue
No matter what your race
We’re all red underneath
But on the surface it’s blue.
Nobody sees the colour blue
Like I do.
Now that I’ve grown up
And invented the wheel
How could anybody
Know how I feel?
Even if they spent the day
In my suede shoes.
Nobody sees the colour blue
Like I do.
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5. |
Pennies from Heaven
02:42
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Snow
05:06
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Snow is dry. It’s slightly wet.
Snow is lighter than rain.
Snow is white. It brightens the night.
But snow will darken the day.
Snow can be fine. Snow can shine.
Snow can sparkle like fame.
Snow brings silence down from the sky.
Snow, it freezes the pain.
Snow can slide us when we ride it.
Snow is an endless game.
Snow can show the pride in our eyes.
Snow can build the home we name.
Snow can bind us. Snow can blind us.
Snow can take all the blame.
Snow can hide the truth we deny.
Snow will cover the stains.
Snow like a kite can stay in flight.
Snow can dance all day.
Snow will find a time to die.
Snow will melt in the spring.
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7. |
Hedging Your Bets
04:50
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You seem to be hedging your bets.
You sure don’t put your eggs in one basket.
You seem to be hedging your bets.
I’ve got a question but I sure won’t ask it.
You take directions from a road map
But beyond that, you can’t see.
This type of woman don’t understand
Why you can’t just play your hand.
Oh this type of woman don’t understand
Why you don’t play your hand.
But this woman don’t need you
Cause she’s a one-man-band.
And this type of woman won’t stick around
Waiting for you to stick in the knife.
This type of woman won’t stick around
Waiting for you to stick in the knife
And this type of woman
Only comes around once in a life.
Your map is getting soggy, your dog ears are floppy
You lost your way but you just keep walkin’
Your map is soggy, your dog ears are floppy
You lost your way but you’re still walkin’
You’ve got a question
But beyond that, you can’t see.
This type of woman don’t understand
Why you can’t just play your hand.
Oh this type of woman don’t understand
Why you don’t play your hand.
But this woman don’t need you
Cause she’s a one-man-band. (2 tags)
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8. |
World Weary
03:38
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9. |
N'Importe Quoi
03:16
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Quand j’étais petite ma mere m’a dit
Il y a deux genres de gens
L’un qui vie pour l’amour
Et l’un qui vie pour l’argent.
Maintenant que j’ai grandit
Et je sais qui je suis.
Je sais maintenant
Qu’il y en a trois.
L’autre c’est moi.
L’autre c’est moi.
Car j’ai fini avec l’amour,
Et j’haille l’argent.
La seule chose pour moi
Qui est important
A quelque chose à faire
Avec mon estomac.
Pour un sandwich
Ou un petit point de pizza,
Je ferai n’importe quoi.
N’importe quoi pour un repas.
Ça c’est moi.
Peut-être c’est juste moi.
Qui ferai n'importe quoi.
N’importe quoi pour un repas.
Ça c’est moi.
Peut-être c’est juste moi.
Qui ferai n,importe quoi.
N’importe quoi pour un repas.
Mmm le foie gras.
Le poisson en beurre blanc.
Un peu de roque-fort.
Une salade niçoise.
Le gorgonzola.
Pommes de terre dauphinoise.
Ragoût de canard.
Une bonne soupe au pois...
J’oublie pourquoi.
Mais je ferai n’importe quoi.
N’importe quoi
Pour un repas.
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10. |
Unite on the Moon
03:10
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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.
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11. |
Yukon Gold
04:52
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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.
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.
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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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