Seriously Delirious
No wife, no kids...
There but for the grace of god a few close shaves
I spend my Mondays just like they’re Sundays
All you need are six until you’re in your grave
I’m alright, I’m ok don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m seriously delirious
I was conceived in the summer of love
A little bundle of joy sent down from above
And while a half a million hippies were throwin a bash
I was rockin the cradle to the sweet Johnny Cash
My old man engineered that train
Like a streak bolt of lightning right through the rain
He’d say keep your head steady son and don’t look back
And that’s how you keep your train on the track
I’m alright I’m okay don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m seriously delirious
Give me a line
Give me a hook
Walk me to the bridge
Watch me cook
The other day I saw the forest clean through the trees
I saw a million wandering minstrels a bunch of Dylan wannabees
They were walking round in circles they were waiting for some call
Someone’s gotta tell them a hard rain’s a gonna fall
Cause the kids are swapping files man just like they’re swapping spit
The record biz is dead Zed the kids don’t give a shit
But a song is still a song when it kicks you where it counts
So I’ll lie here in this gutter and sing my sermon from the mount
I’m alright I’m okay don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m seriously delirious
Give me a line
Give me a hook
Walk me to the bridge
Watch me cook
I’m alright I’m okay don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m seriously delirious
I’m alright I’m okay don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m serious
Garbo and Hepburn
Madeline was a cute girl she liked centre stage
When she was a younger girl she acted older than her age
She was always filled with confidence bursting at the seams
Garbo and Hepburn always in her dreams
Nineteen was a young age for living on the road
Missing the boys and the dances before her seeds were sewn
And her mind would always wander home as it happens in one’s teens
Garbo and Hepburn always in her dreams
So throw another broken heart into the pile of shattered dreams
Her boulevard was fading fast just like the silver screen
At twenty-two she took a bit role in a two bit uptown play
It dramatized the life and times of a girl who lost her way
And this girl was set adrift at sea a place she’d never been
Garbo and Hepburn always in her dreams
She’d play the wife and the mother in her toughest role
She’d never win an Oscar but she played with so much soul
And she’s filled with four start memories of Crawford and Norma Jean
Garbo and Hepburn always in her dreams
So throw another broken heart into the pile of shattered dreams
Her boulevard was fading fast just like the silver screen
She goes to church each Sunday now and contemplates her age
She knows the curtain will be falling soon cause all the worlds a stage
And she prays that in another world she can play the queen
Where Garbo and Hepburn are always in her dreams
Could It Be
I held you in my hands you were on my breath
We were making plans almost until death
Living just this side of lonely in that house we built of stone
Our thoughts are always shared although we share them all alone
Could it be…you’re tearing down the walls that surround me
You’ve opened up my door and found me
You’ve got a pearl within your heart
And Portia in your eyes
May West in your breast
And Aphrodite in your thighs
You’re a rainbow in a hurricane
A queen inside a fool
You’re anything you’re everything
You’re your own golden rule
Could it be…you’re tearing down the walls that surround me
You’ve opened up my door and found me
The future’s an illusion
When the past is left alone
Now is the confusion
It’s the understood unknown
Echoes in the distance getting closer every time saying
If I can’t do the loving then don’t commit the crime
Could it be…you’re tearing down the walls that surround me
You’ve opened up my door and thrown away the key….
Could it be ….you’re tearing down the walls that surround me
You’ve opened up my door and found me
Could it be
Passing Through
We turned Jesus into Elvis who turned records into bread
We work the world for now that our king is dead
From the Vatican to Graceland we’re playing in one chord
And singing gospel numbers in the name of lord
We all loved the King yet we crucified him too
So love me tender baby I’m only passing through
Well I pulled into this town a few hours ago
I drank a Long Tall Sally and a King Creole
My painted lady waitress was hotter than the sun
If I were made in Memphis boys she could’ve been the one
She said, now that you’re done boy what you wanna do
I’m a long gone daddy baby I’m only passing through
She said it’s alright do what you gotta do
It’s alright do what you gotta do
She said it’s alright do what you gotta do
I’ve come to realize we’re all just passing through
She said I’m waitin for the answers till the questions go away
I keep talking to myself till I have nothing left to say
There’s trouble in the alley they’re at it every night
They’re digging up my past and burying the light
I’m not looking for a savior just something that feels true
A tiny piece of heaven while I’m only passing through
I said they sacrificed my love three hours down the road
They caught a couple sparks then they left me in the cold
I’ve been hooked on inspiration for so long it’s been abused
I could never be you savior baby I hardly own my truth
And these howling winds of Handy got me feeling way too blue
This living clean is killing me I’m only passing through
She said it’s alright do what you gotta do
It’s alright do what you gotta do
She said It’s alright do what you gotta do
It’ a blink of an eye boy we’re all just passin through
We turned Jesus into Elvis who turned records into bread
We work the world for profits now that our king is dead
From the Vatican to Graceland we’re playing in one chord
And singing gospel numbers in the name of lord
We all loved the King yet we crucified him too
So love me tender baby I’m only passing through
HOLD ON NASHVILLE
Looking at the red-eye
Woefully wishing I could fly
But as the weight of my wallet goes
I’m a greyhound kind of guy
I’ve got my six-string and my suitcase
A week’s full of wages and a worn-out face
But like the needle running through the groove
I’m gonna make my break I got something to prove
Hold on Nashville here I come
You’re gonna have to adopt this immigrant son
You’ll have no choice I’ll be there every night
Got a bit of a voice and I can write
To all of you six-string singers in town
You better get your boots back on the ground
I think it’s time that you spit out your bubble-gum
Hold on Nashville….hold on Nashville here I come
I overheard the bus driver say
I run down at least a dozen a day
He said long as I’ve been running this track,
Every other day I run another dozen back
But if you’re good son you’ll get a chance
They might invite you to the dance
I said sir you just don’t understand
You’ll never catch me dancing to that kind of band
Hold on Nashville here I come
You’re gonna have to adopt this immigrant son
You’ll have no choice I’ll be there every night
Got a bit of a voice and I can write
To all of you six-string singers in town
You better get your boots back on the ground
I think it’s time that you spit out your bubble-gum
Hold on Nashville….hold on Nashville here I come
As I look out upon the road
I got the feeling that my future’s told
I got a couple of dreams to share
I’m never quite sure if they’re going anywhere
But if you see me make the climb
Have a gentle prayer on my mind
And remember all of the songs are true
Most about loving all of you
Hold on Nashville here I come
You’re gonna have to adopt this immigrant son
You’ll have no choice I’ll be there every night
Got a bit of a voice and I can write
To all of you six-string singers in town
You better get your boots back on the ground
I think it’s time that you spit out your bubble-gum
Hold on Nashville….hold on Nashville here I come
All I Want
Had a beer with a friend of mine at one of those fancy outdoor deals
Chasing heaven on Friday night you put your money down and spin the wheel
In walked some beauty-queen about the prettiest girl I think I’d ever seen
But her eyes were hollow man they looked like holes
Open windows to an empty soul
All I want is a normal girl wrapped up in a normal world
Who don’t see a damn thing wrong with a six string sing-a-long
Has a natural love of kids and keeps a piece of love well hid
Feels good in old blue jeans high heels or limousines uh huh
Yeah that is all I want
Saturday in the afternoon I stopped into a store called the Crescent Moon
Met a beautiful girl dressed in vintage clothes with a tattooed shoulder of a bloody rose
She had a kind of look on her face as if to say she could have been my saving grace
I said girl I’m a little bit old for you she said age only matters if you want it to she said
All you need is a beautiful girl wrapped up in a beautiful world
Who don’t see a damn thing wrong with a six string sing-a-long
Has a natural love of kids and keeps a piece of love well hid
Feels good in old blue jeans high heels or limousines uh huh
Yeah that is all I want
I sat down to the Sunday news if was fashion report with girl named Sue
She made it very clear there was never any doubt that blues are in and reds are out
Killed the tube and put the radio on and I heard an old Courtney Love song
Thought maybe old Sue and Courtney could do a duet about going Hollywood
All I want is a normal girl, wrapped up in a normal world
Who don’t see a damn thing wrong with a six string sing-a-long
Has a natural love of kids and keeps a piece of love well hid
Feels good in old blue jeans high heels or limousines uh huh
Yeah that is all I want
The Cowboy I Know
Here’s a new country song
Like the old west
It’s dust in the mouth
With an old buck skin vest
I’ve been down the off-roads
And I’ve yet to find
Too many real cowboys in these modern times
But the cowboy I know he’s a lonely old loser
A victim of love lost a broken down boozer
His horse is silver and two-door with rust-stains
His holdout is Lucky’s and old bar just off main
No gun fights at high noon no roping young cattle
Just ladies and liquor are is only battle
And he speaks like an outlaw who’s only done wrong
That outlaw is singing this song
Some folks say he’s as free as the wind
But his wind blows cold and storms on without end
Through the school of the hard knocks
While the names on the jukebox
They are his gang just a small world of friends
And the day when his cowgirl would be moving on
It was whiskey till midnight and tears until dawn
So he’d saddle up next to some brother in arms
And they’d talk of what few living cowboys there are
But the cowboy I know he’s a lonely old loser
A victim of love lost a broken down boozer
His horse is silver and two-door with rust-stains
His holdout is Lucky’s and old bar just off main
No gun fights at high noon no roping young cattle
Just ladies and liquor are is only battle
And he speaks like an outlaw who’s only done wrong
That outlaw is singing this song
Worthless String of Pearls
I see you’re still breaking hearts
I see you’re still going strong
Still searching for the centre of
All night long
Well maybe it’s your crazy world
Taking pieces of all those girls
Well I won’t be another one
To be strung to your worthless set of pearls
Well I guess I had it coming dear
But the reason I keep coming here
Are for reasons that I can’t explain
You’re in my veins
I’m stepping off the Tilt-a-Whirl
And into the honest world
It’s funny how you can’t buy love
With a worthless string of pearls
We’ll chart a course and take it slow
We’ll ride it through the highs and lows
Let the wind take us where we go
Heaven only knows
I’ll hold my breath and close my eyes
And wish upon that big surprise:
Oh brush away those natural curls
Let’s see that string of pearls
I thought about you every night
Praying you’d both be alright
I’m sorry for the mess I made
I should have stayed
She asks about you everyday
She taught herself how to play
We all agree she daddy’s girl
Our little Pearl
We’ll chart a course and take it slow
Ride it through the highs and lows
Let the wind take us where we go
Heaven only knows
I’ll hold my breath and close my eyes
And wish upon that big surprise
Oh brush away those natural curls
Let’s see that string of pearls
Jadea sings:
I’ll hold my breath and close my eyes
And wish upon that big surprise
Jay sings:
Oh brush away those natural curls
Let’s see that string of pearls
BOTH JAY AND JADEA
We’ll hold our breath and close our eyes
And wish upon that big surprise
We’ll brush away those natural curls
To see the string of pearls
I Really Don’t Remember
I walked with an Ojibway man
Through the Garden River First Nation Band
Where the train bridge said this is Indian land
I really don’t remember
I shared a bit of his berry wine
It kind of kicked me where the sun don’t shine
a pow wow out on Jardan Mine
I really don’t remember
I think I smoked some of Shinwalk’s plants
Searching for the original trance
Think I learned a traditional dance
I really don’t remember
Hey hey hey…Anin Anishinabe hey…Ooohh ohhh ohhh…Mr. White Man….hello
Took a course on Canadian affairs
I was way too gone to be even hanging there
They had a Mic-Mac woman guest lecturing there
And this I do remember
She talked about the low test aerial planes
The suicides homicides and all the shame
And how we’re using mother natures name in vein
And yes I do remember
I was sitting in the back of that class
For the very first time I took off my mask
I cleared my throat and began to ask
And I’m sure they all remember
Why is it that we don’t take the white educators and the tribal chiefs sit down together to see if they can come to some understanding on how we can help the first nations people? As those words were leaving my lips I was quickly interrupted by the red-headed Irish professor
she said what’s your name son I said Jay Standing Scared she said well Jay it looks as though you need to shift the focus of your paradigm away from those Eurocentric attitudes that you have adopted it is very naïve to assume that our first nations people would have anything to learn from the white mans culture does this answer your question
Upon leaving the classroom that day I met up with the Mic-Mac woman…
She said I heard your question son
I just don’t think they took the time to listen to the rest of the story
Please tell me there’s more to the story
I said you’ve been reading my mind
So I told her
I walked with an Ojibway man
Through the Garden River First Nation Band
Where the train bridge said this is Indian land
I really don’t remember
I shared a bit of his berry wine
It kind of kicked me where the sun don’t shine
a pow wow out on Jardan Mine
I really don’t remember
I think I smoked some of Shinwalks plants
Searching for the original trance
Think I learned a traditional dance
I really don’t remember
Hey hey hey…Anin Anishinabe hey…Ooohh ohhh ohhh…Mr. White Man….hello
Farmer’s Cry
You don’ know what I’m going through
You know my crops are down and my tax is due
No you don’t know you just don’t know
You’re saying help the farmers from your city streets
In your ivory towers eating grade A beef
Yeah you know me you just know me
Cause when the wind goes whipping through my wheat fields
It looks just like an ocean wave and my heart goes dead
And I bow my head
And when the sun starts climbing over those white pines
Am I the only guy who really sees it shine
Cause it’s shining yeah it’s still shining
Well the men in suits they made their way out here
I offered them a meal and a homemade beer
But they would not they just could not
They said we’re sorry man we know just how you feel
But it’s all a part of a city deal
Yeah they knew me they just knew me
Oh when the wind goes whipping through my wheat fields
It looks just like an ocean wave and my heart goes dead
And I bow my head
And when the sun starts climbing over those white pines
Am I the only guy who really sees it shine
Cause it’s shining yeah it’s still shining
Well I gave them a ride out to the southern side
I signed the contract and swallowed my pride like poison
It tasted just like poison
So I told them
When the wind goes whipping through my wheat fields
It looks just like an ocean wave and my heart goes dead
And I bow my head
And when the sun starts climbing over those white pines
Am I the only guy who really sees it shine
Cause it’s shining yeah it’s still shining