Good Blue
and the watershed lays across four provinces
and two states, about a million miles
and the algae it stinks, like broken promises, (that)
we can keep it clean, change our ways of life
Take the Bloodvein River,
Ride until the water turns green
But don't you drink that water son,
we never kept it clean
it goes on for years, years, years,
we still got it in gear.
Fish are strugglin' for air 'round here,
and the questions aren't clear.
While the Earth around us
Is changing inside out
and the ones who govern'
are polishing their shoes with doubt
I ,
Haven't really found my circle yet,
In time,
I'll find my way around these words I get
I see,
People getting for them selves 'round here
In my next life
I will find my voice and I will sing
Why
don't i go outside today
and buy myself more time
to plan this getaway
I see
People getting for them selves 'round here
In my next life
I will give my voice to those who can't speak
Festival (friendly fire)
I could have been poor, I could have had more
I couldn’t have been happier cause it’s what I asked for
I’ve been there before, I’ve seen the north shore
I’ve been told all the truths that the lies cant ignore
Poisons let go
The hill starts to glow
My skin starts to crawl
And my brain starts to go
I’ve rolled my self right down pope’s hill
I’ve been awake for three days , I’ve had no sleep still
The music never stops unless you’re feeling ill
I’ve seen a million faces dance for days at will
The things that I’d see, people staring at me,
But I still know how to profit from spending money
I’ve asked all the right people, the only thing they told me
Is the only way it’s worth it’s if you cant fall asleep
I should get some sleep soon, I’ve eaten my last mushroom
I stumble to the festival and dance under the moon
There’s still tones of room sit and sing me that tune
Oh I still can’t tell the difference between midnight and noon.
The land before time
You know the sun stopped shining down on her last week
Look out to see, in the field it’s still raining,
Miles of nobody, we’re speeding
So many times , I choke on times, she moves still so smooth
If I was a better man, I...
oh time is too late for excuses
Day dreamed I was a rock, could have given my soul
Time slows my eyes and the waves erode the shore
The water calm again, sun spots dance still slow
Took me in her arms, reflections of snow
Where we weren’t there, staring, beware
A force is charging in the air
Deep in the creek, this energy has come through sleep
Sun spots moving slower, no you owe her
Day dreamed I’d been a rock, came pouring through my soul
A unity that every spirit stands on it’s own
Gathered ’round a fire, smoke it freezes still
Through the trees a mist swallows all of us at will
You know I watched the sun shine down on her heat
Look it’s become, some snow stays cold under the sun
I’m hurting everyone, it’s too late for excuses
Everything I have been, could not have never seen
Time rules the tides and the waves close another door
Body and my mind, lost touch flesh and bone
Feeling useless thoughts cloud around my stone
Different kind of love
When the sun rises in the morning the and the sky is lit
I’m still tied to my chair but I still can’t sit
I listen for a signal but it’s still not it
Just waiting at home calling for my trip
Pulled up to the freeway, waited in that line
Just sitting , staring , smoking, eating, killing time
I don’t want my money I want what is mine
And as soon as they’ll forgive you then the sun will shine
This is a different kind of love
Sleeping through the day, now it’s night at last
She sees me and I love her with no questions asked
How can something like this happen oh so fast
Once again we’re on the highway and you hit the gas
Now the bars are open and the supermarket’s shut
All the city lights are haunting with the silence cut
This is all I have this is all I have this is all I need
Time is so deceiving in this never ending maze
I try to keep on moving but still everything stays
I wish it could be worth it but it’s not these days
It’s just like watching holiness start to decay
Music to my ears flows through my soul
My cigarette is burning and I’ve lost control
I lay back in my lawn chair and low and behold
We feel our selves turn this bullshit back to solid gold
This is a different kind of love, like in your dreams
This is a different kind of love, like in the movies
This is a different kind of love, that’s what love means
Wind in my sail
drag my ass out of bed
it's 430pm
I'm stessin bout my life again, but i don't have to
I got no money or job
I've givin up on guitar
It's not easy to get myself going
over and again
i build it up in my head
it's my own fault when I spend all my time wasting
another day being pissed, adding
things to some shit list
I need something to slow me I'm all over this
Ch-
When I give up,
when I fail
when there's no wind in my sail
when i've focused on all the details,
Sometimes it gets to painful
to think that someone's unfaithful
push it down lock it up be grateful,
that each day goes so well
Go ahead get mad and spiteful,
don't forget get wrong and rightfull
criticism's been so delightful, nobody needs this...
so i give up
so i fail
now theres no wind in my sail,
and i'm focused on the details.
Tracks
sitting by the tracks, watchin' them roll I watch them roll like I do
I'm getting the knack of it, keeping the flow, and I'm off like the news,
covered in sand, or walking on the ice, or climbin' up to the caves
gettin' my advance on my investment in life's long mysteries
Now there's nothing stopping me, It's like the flood every spring
I see sixteen strings to work with
and we've got no money
been on a roll for a week now, and my fingers still bleed out, but I just cant' slow down
I thought of a line, then I though of the rhyme so I try it out loud,
a little out of my range, but I don't stop and don't change, so I just let it out
I'm playing hours a day, and it's starting to pay, the sound's a thick as a stout
And this train keeps a rollin', like the flood every spring
I've seen so many scenes to work with
and got so much to sing
I've tried, and I just can quit
I've stopped, but just come back to it
I'm here to write and sing
so I find, what means something to me
Nature VS. Human Nature
Say, cant you see? I start my car destroy some seeds
I saw your head Behind reflections of the sun
Off of a rock Warm still the waters trying to run
But now a damn Hold back the flow of our mother
Four elements, Five if you count that we cant see
Half that surrounds Us everyday in what we breathe
My starship says Think one more time before you make
Our mother mad, The power of a million men
CHORUS
Battle if you dare After all, nobody cares
I’ll fight a bare, I am the antlers of a moose
Go for yourself, And don’t make war with all the rest
Treat our mother well, We’ll keep our earth above our hell
I got so stoned, drive myself home it seems so slow
Can’t keep my mind, on road and not the radio
It’s so defined, this voice so strongly tells me no,
My friend this time, this time my friend I’m afraid so.
Bottled and bread, taking my head, brain freeze and yet,
No body said, Eli think again my friend, we’re born and bread,
Taken from our mothers to defend
A way of life. A way of time inside one’s head,
The wake depends, the state I’m in is kind of bland.
So hold my hand, show me there’s nothing but the land,
To defend, our mother needs us lend our hands,
I saw your head, behind a tree planted back then,
It took my hand, into the sky can we expand,
It showed me then, inside the light inside the wind,
Tell all our friends, our mother’s on her final legs.
Garbage Leaf
When you throw it out the window it makes a mess of my heart
My tobacco sunburst heart
Roll down the window, toss it gets caught in a tree
Turn over a garbage leaf
Turn the corner away from the sun
Turn all of your karma into none
Turn the Camera away from the sky
turn inside a good look at your life
All these phosphates in my water have polluted my dreams
All In the name of keeping clean
Swim in the greasiest ocean until it alters my genes
To be a Cog in the waste machine
Turn the corner straight into the sun
Turn all of your karma into some
Point the camera straight into the sky
the garbage looks ten thousand miles high
The smog index is high we better cancel our run
so are we all under the weather? or under the gun?
It takes more power to build them then the output they have
Phones and computers piling up fast
garbage piles to the sky and have our aim set on space
All these pipes run to the same place
Look out the windows look at the haze,
keep clear of ultraviolet rays
what does it take to make a change?
Nag Champa (Every flame)
Within this lightened tunnel, tripping over rested thought
And this night is growing dark still, ten minutes till we’re caught
There’s a static on the T.V., there’s a static in my head
I want to know from where they blind me, I want to know why they’re all dead
A support group raising your head, the nearest tree begins to rot,
After all is done your skin sheds, after all we’re what we’re not
After all you’re what I’m not.
From the windows in your dungeon, you see the stars begin to shake
It’s not something to have fun with , the earth makes it’s last mistake
There’s a fire inside your bedroom, there’s a fire inside my hands
And there’s only one more story, and there’s only one more chance
Those (motherfukcing) Police inside the station,
They’re hitting my old friend
Only one thing gets away then,
Only you can see the end, only you can see the end now…
There’s a place that I go to, when all my hope just floats away
But it’s not the same with out you there, and it’s just too much to take
Because every flame will burn out
Every flame will fade away,
And every time you try to go with out,
Your mind keeps playing games
Now there’s a blizzard inside your head, do you think you’re still the same?
All this power and this freedom
It’s just too much bullshit to contain.
The Ballad of "Psghetti" Freddy Segway
In a town of a size, that is similar to yours,
comes a guitar, and a bag, and two boots, and a horse,
Ol' Freddy Segway's stopping in, hide your daughters and wifes
Pocket your lucky set of cards, stay close to your knife.
Freddy, finds a harmonica, he plays the country and blues,
He looks a little bit like you, and looks a little me too
Exept a he's conciderably shorter and eyes a bit more blue.
So I stay sharp, and I settle in, and I wrote me this tune.
We'll watch him play his cards, now we will look for a mistake,
We'll set him up to watch him fall, we'll see then who's the great
gambler in this frozen town, of our music and our fate
I count the times on my left hand and it haunts me to this day.
He slithers out from ol' his house behind the saloon by the river,
he'll wear no sun glasses, he hits the sun, a shiver,
his gamblin days are over, he hit the pot for his last time,
he's getting burned so bad his eyes start to turn grey from the inside.
Freddy's a different man to me, I'm sure , then he is to you,
but his handshake's getting weaker as his eyes have begun to,
fade to the greyest of the grey, from the bluest of blues,
somethingsomethingsomethingsomething women he has used
Freddy's not the first man, and will surley not be last,
to let his cards and dick and gun follow the river sour mash.
I saw him from the banks one day, and had a little laugh,
and knew Psghetti Freddy Segway, had built an awful raft.
The Night the Northern Nights Burnt Down
Get ready for work it's friday night
Nothing seems different everything seems fine
There's old people drinking scotch, some complainin'
There's no sign of what's to come, nothing's different
Now then there's smoke coming from rooms 1 and 3
and we're trying to figure out what's happening
The smoke is coming out of the ceiling
So Gordie calls the fire brigade it's time to leave
That was the night the Northern Nights burnt down
That night the wind almost set off the whole town
So we're watching the fire start to show his strength
Volunteer fire fighters move the propane tank
There's fire fifty feet up in the air
I can't believe all we left to burn in there
That night the Northern Nights burnt to the ground
That night the ashes covered Churchill town
So all the guests are out safe we're under the power line
It makes a sketchy noise we know it's just a matter of time
I try to walk around the lounge to move our car
The smoke is way to thick, the sidekick is long gone
That was the night the Northern Nights burnt down
That night the wind almost set off the whole town
That night the Northern Nights burnt to the ground
That night the ashes covered Churchill town
One More Mile
Well we’re sittin’ on the side of the road again,
Because the van’s gotta take a break
On Roger’s pass and we lost the car that
Was supposed to lead the way.
The radiator’s hot
Our coolant is all gone
So we fill it up with water from a friendly
highway chum who stopped to help
We get it to Penticton and we take it to the shop
It needs a timing belt
The water pump is done,
We’re stuck in Penticton
So we play our gig that night,
and in the morn the van is done
We pick it up from the shop
And it’s a hefty transaction
But we’re on the road again
The van is hangin’ in
Now we’re on our way to Victoria on highway number five
I guess the mountains buried here the van has finally died,
they tow here to the coast
we rent a truck to float
Across the channel on a ferry in a rental truck
So we pack it up and tarp it off
We drive around, have the time of our lifes
Hitting all the secret spots
We’re riding the same waves
We’re seeing the same haze
We passed some bears and goats and wolves,
and birds you know we saw a few
We spread the sound and covered the ground
we never knew we’d do
we lost all of our cash
but money always passes
So we won’t forget the van that got us almost half the way
We wonder how she’s doing was that the story of her final days?
We cut it pretty close
Next year we’ll take it slow
Sip it
We pass another ninja store, we finally left Vancouver
I’m getting used to flying off the bed in this here tour bus
In 3 dimensions roads can blend, at 3pm the morning ends
That’s’ why we sip it
Yeah we sip it, we sip it like the morning’s young
We sip it, we sip it sip it ‘cause we’re having fun
BATHROOM PARTY BATHROOM PARTY MUIRBALL IN VANCOUVER
BATHROOM PARTY BATHROOM PARTY MUIRBALL IN VANCOUVER
Yeah….
Now SWIG IT
Again we sip it, because swigin’ it was getting’ us tired
Yeah we sip it, we sip it sip it like we just got fired
Wlhweg hdijh;ih dso;uhwe ioh gd;lh fouqh nv’nf;h api bj;h ehoihf ;uh ;oih
Sip it sip it sip it
East Hastings to the West Edmonton Mall
East Hastings to the West Ed,
We’re wasting hard got bread
East Hastings to the West Ed
We’re wasting out days
What could you do do do do
What could you save?
Buying this junk junk junk junk
What could we spend
East Hastings to the West Ed,
We’re wasting hard got bread
East Hastings to the West Ed
We’re wasting out days
Some men like to smoke smoke smoke smoke
Some men like to spend
Buying this junk junk junk junk
This expensive shit never ends.
Wastin days, Wasting away.
Arctic Tree
what if god was in this town here
just blending in, sitting down for a beer?
How many people would she look in the eye,
how many times would we ask ourselves why?
The wind is strong here, the trees are tired.
The air is cold, so she's trying to hide.
She says a prayer and she sips from here gin,
she's the perfect mix so she pours herself in.
Pull up a chair, take a seat for a while, she asks
what do you want, and she gives me a smile. I say
I'd love for a laugh, could you tell me a joke, she says
I'm god in disguise, could you bum me a smoke? Now we're
out in the cold with the wind pushing hard, she's got her
lips on her smoke and then she pulls out her cards
Then she's askin' me if I am feeling her luck, I say
I'm writing a song, and I feel a bit stuck
On the castle on the bay on the hunter's moon
with the dogs sniffin' around and a bottle or two,
well the structure's holding strong thanks to Brian Ladoon,
then we watch the bay freeze, and we're right on cue,
I get a feeling in my stomach now we're pushing out luck
the cops are walking up towards us, hide the gun or we're fucked
keep your eyes peeled for the bears or we're snacks for a cub,
she laughs as we walk home to cap the night, I'm in love!
Daniel’s story song
While they’re out fighting so hard, they keep us singing sad songs
Almost Zion this year, my children shed not a tear
In this place, they take away my own religion
My sacred practice I loose, they take my rings and my shoes
In these barracks I’m cold, they took me away from my home
It’s pouring rain, and nobody could say a prayer
I try to tell them to love, I see my brothers above
I see them killing my kind, this gas is burning my eyes
How have I survived this again?
How come I couldn’t die like all them instead?
That’s one more thing that I know
One more thing that I wont let go
How they could kill us and rape us and beat us
That’s one more thing that I am,
One more person to take a stand
How could they kill us and hate us, mistreat us?
The same story I know, it’s how they feel when they’re stoned
They told me “Daniel, now it’s your time to grow old”
And it’s my turn to be bold
The roof is leaking on me, I have no socks on my feet
My mom’s crying I hear, but I can not go near
If I move, they might kill me where I stand,
And my best friend through this all, I hear a scream down the hall
I see him lying and bare, but I still can’t be scared
Cause I know, he’s happier where he is now
And I know there’s still room for me
That’s one more thing I will know
OH
I could have more money, I could have gone to school,
but I've got passion to spare, I put some into a tune,
So I can sing to your eyes, and ring through your ears,
and I can be faithful through days, months, or years.
I could have gotten wasted, I could have fucked up
I wouldn't worry about me, I'm just a little bit stuck
Watching people enjoy things I just don't enjoy
I'll forgive you if you just want to be someone's toy
I stop in my tracks, I put it all down
I've tried and I've tried and I've tried, nothing helps
I wish I that could just forget it all
I wish I could could go back to feeling twenty feet tall
I guess I've made up my mind, I'm a lost cause for sure
I've lost charisma I've lost my allure
So I guess if I'm meant to be lonely it's true
It's my own fault this had nothing to do with you
I'm sick of getting jealous, it makes me sick to watch eyes
I'll bury these questions and try to disguise
this firing red hot burning wonder inside
I should have more patience i should have more pride
I'll never use jaded girls like those scum bags will do
I'd never sink to that level, I'd stay honest and true
So i guess If it's mean to be broken it will
until then my heart remains open to be filled
I'm a pessimist trapped in a lonely man's eyes
I'm a therapist reading and trying to define
The past and the present all wrapped up in lies
I'm two parts obsessed and a hundred parts tired
I wish I could forget I wish I could stop
Killing my future with terrible thoughts
So I guess if I'm loosing my best friend it's the
Worst thing I've done being a jealous dumb fuck