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THE MORNING AFTER
04:06
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The Morning After
On the morning after
the sun broke through the dark black shroud
and the birds they started singing
as if there had never been a doubt
And we stood there in silence
‘cause words just seemed so out of place
on the morning after
there rose a brand new day
On the morning when the gun
was finally put away
and the killing and dying
and hatred had nothing else to say
And people stepped from the shadows
my friends it was something else to see
And on the morning it rang out like a jubilee
For you are loved don’t close your eyes
For you are loved and a stranger cried
On the morning we woke
from a fevered dream
Where the world had turned flat
and we learned what this nightmare means
And a body lay on the sidewalk
I felt the touch of a strangers hand
and we held onto to each other
across the distance of this land
[chorus]
I heard a story
of a third man walking
walking beside you in the dark of the night
Who was the third man walking and what did the third man say?
Waiting there to hold you at the end of the day.
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ALL NIGHT DEPANNEUR
03:58
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ALL NIGHT DEPANNEUR
At an all night depanneur in Hull he was looking to make it home
and the snow was falling on the ground so cold
like the setting of a Christmas poem
And he flashed his mind through the halls of time
for a yesterday he used to know
And reached at the back for the wine on the rack
and grabbed two bottles to go.
When I see the snow I see Sarajevo
and that village burning by the road
When I see the snow and all the things that I know
I just can’t put them back no more
in Kandahar ‘neath the desert stars
I gave everything they’d need
But the kid at the cash just stared right back
and said $20 dollars please
There’s a chopper sound that goes round and round
in every one of my dreams
And my Marie you waited patiently
but it wasn’t me who finally made it home.
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RUNNING BACK TO YOU
03:20
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Running Back to You
I met a road that called my name
said stick with me boy you’ll never be the same
Whispered words of constant change
and endless plans to be arranged
We got things that dull the pain
But what I want is simple and plain
To get my hands dirty in the morning rain
I went running back to you
What else could I do?
Went running back to you
What else could I do?
I ain’t walking I’m running babe.
I ain’t walking I’m running babe.
I met a girl with the golden key
said sign right here and we’ll give you these
The back room boys want to hear you sing
You play the game and then you kiss the ring
But that ain’t me and I’m not your boy
I to play for real not for shiny toys
And I’ll give it to a hearts that is free
I found a town at the end of the road
where you could stay but it was never home
Always a new word going down
and the world held its breath for this town
But there’s a place that holds my heart
at little broken down but it’s a start
And I know there’s a woman waiting there.
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MILE OUTSIDE OF KIRKLAND
04:54
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MILE OUTSIDE OF KIRKLAND
She was standing by the roadside
With a suitcase in her hand
Heading off to somewhere
She didn’t understand.
And the snow was falling soflty
like diamonds on the ground
A mile outside of Kirkland
and her world was burning down.
She was feeling kinda tired
though the morning was still young
She was once wild and reckless
but those days were gone.
And ain’t it kinda funny
how you wear each other down
A mile outside of Kirkland
and her world was burning down.
Tell me darling Katie
Where are you going to?
Is it something you were needing?
Or is it something you once knew?
He wasn’t some kind of monster if that’s what you mean
But life can be so hard and your hurt the ones you need
She remembered all the nights
He held her in her arms
A mile outside of kikland and her world was burning down .
The night shift was ended
and the day crew came on.
He came home to find
that the one he loved was gone.
And all the kings horses
and ll the Kings men.
Couldn’t put that love together again.
She remembered all the nights
He held her in his arms.
A mile outside of Kirkland
Her world was burning down.
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FIELDS OF NORMANDY
05:38
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FIELDS OF NORMANDY
In a world of darkness someday a voice will sing
In the silence from the guns I heard a church bell ring
And I will carve your name for all the world to see
So you can sleep in peace tonight in the fields of Normandy
In the hedgerows and the wheat fields from Courseulles to Falaise
We gave the youth of our nation who never came home again
but in your time you lit a fire that all the world could see
So sleep in peace tonight my friend in the fields of Normandy.
I will write your name at the abbeye d'ardenne
And I will bring the chocolates for the children of Arnhem
At the Leopold canal where the water now flows free
And I know you sleep in peace tonight in the fields of Normandy.
Your name was on the a telegram that we saw the postman bring
And we keep a place for you each night with the songs that we sing
There are children who are living, the children of liberty
And they sing for you tonight in the fields of Normandy.
On the sand you wrote your name with the blood of liberty
And died here in a foreign land so that others might be free
It’s a spirit that the world still needs amidst the wars and refugees
But you can sleep in peace my friend in the fields of Normandy.
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6. |
RED DEER TO MARGAREE
04:21
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RED DEER TO MARGAREE
Passing time blowing smoke rings
Reading a menu covered in coffee stains
I can’t remember where we’ve been
or where we’re going to.
A take out cup for me and one for you.
Headlights carve out figures in the night
late night radio keeping me alive
Rain drops streak the window pane
Diesel fuel in a cool, damp rain
I followed you from Red Deer to Margaree
An old country song is ringing in my head
I sure do feel tired but at least I aint dead
you sleep so sound on my shoulder
as I take the drivers wheel
I followed you from Red Deer to Margaree.
Thunder bay is two hours from sight
We left the flatlands late last night.
As sunlight rises on a distant sky
and says good morning to our tired eyes.
You look to me and I know that its alright.
Someday we’ll put this truck away
and get us a place out near the bay.
And at night when you hold me tight
and we hear the trucks go a rolling by
I’ll have followed you from Red deer to Margaree.
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7. |
CHILD OF GOD
04:55
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THE CHILD OF GOD
The angels gave him his name that’s the story she told
They wrote it in blood in the rubble and stone
and she held the child close as the soldiers approached
just another poor mother and the Child of God
I saw Mary and Martha in the camps on the border
And Lazerus he called me from the belly of the hole
She kept warm with a blanket with the Red Cross to thank it
Just another poor mother and the Child of God
Somewhere the angels are watching
but men can be so goddamned hard
for without papers you are forever stateless
just another poor mother and the Child of God
I’d give you mercy it’s the gift the poor
But its harder to find that incense and myrrh
Herod knew the game – it’s the stranger you blame
even a mother and the Child of God
I saw her waiting for water in the endless crowd
I saw her watching the sky in the internment yard
And she wept as his feet as the rain turned to sleet
Just another poor mother and the Child of God.
Somewhere the angels are watching
but men can be so goddamned hard
In a world grown cold she gave you love to hold
Just another poor mother and the Child of God.
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HOUSE WHERE LOVE DIED
04:55
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HOUSE WHERE LOVE DIED
An empty hallway some dirty clothes
A pizza box lying on the floor.
What made me happy makes me want to cry
Walking through the house where love died.
Look in the kitchen,
God it seems so small
Remember all the parties that spilled out in the hall.
We had a mansion,
we never realized
Now it’s the house where our love died.
Let the lamb’s lie down where the lions run
Use the warrrior’s sword in the harvest sun
We had a kingdom but we’ve been downsized
Now it’s the house where our love died.
You call it a lifestyle
“I just needed more”
Starting over with nothing at 34.
You took our baby
“I left you visiting rights”
So far from the house where our love died.
On Saturday morning there’s an open house
They’re selling off our home to a couple in love.
But East of Eden where we lie tonight
Dreaming of the house where our love died.
An empty hallway some dirty clothes
A pizza box lying on the floor.
What made me happy makes me want to cry
Walking through the house where love died.
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9. |
IRON WORKIN' MAN
03:55
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IRON WORKIN’ MAN
RON HYNES
I know sometimes its hard to tell the Costello’s apart
but you must see that through the years they’ve shown us lots of heart.
For they went in search of fortune leaving life and love behind
They were iron working men everytime.
They were iron working men everytime.
They were iron working men everytime.
For they went in search of fortune leaving life and love behind
They were iron working men everytime.
There’s men who sail the seven seas
and men who farm the land.
Men been to the moon and men with power in their hands.
But if you’re asking my opinion and the choice was always mine
I’d take an iron working man everytime.
I’ll take an iron working man everytime.
I’ll take an iron working man every time.
But if you’re asking my opinion and the choice was always mine
I’d take an iron working man everytime.
Call them spiders call them chokers
Call them all a bunch of fish.
Call them cowboys of the skies
brother call them what you wish.
But if the measure of a man is in the things he leaves behind
I’ll take an iron working man everytime.
I’ll take an iron working man everytime.
I’ll take an iron working man every time.
But if the measure of a man is in the things he leaves behind
I’ll take an iron working man everytime.
I’ll take an iron working man everytime.
I’ll take an iron working man every time.
For they took what they were given
and they laid it on the line
For they were iron working men
they were iron working men
They were iron working men everytime.
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10. |
SUMMER BEFORE THE STORM
04:26
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SUMMER BEFORE THE STORM
‘Tis the final days of summer
we’ve lost our way back home
The adults have left the island
And abandoned us alone
There’s a party on the beach
but it can’t hide the distant roar
And I’m holding to you darling
in the summer before the storm.
We built a shining tower
Built it to the sky
Danced beneath its wisdom
As the days were rushing by
But the words are now just fragments
Dots and zeros without a form
But I’m holding to you darling
In the summer before the storm
In the dark part of the night
There’s a cry so far away
and a baby is being born
For tomorrow comes from today
There’s a mighty wind a coming
Blowing sticks and stones
It’s the rage against the children
That festers in rich men’s bones
They’re burning oil on the mountain
For what reasons I don’t know
And I’m holding to you darling
In the summer before the storm
And the animals came walking
They came two by two
The birds and the honey bees
and the monkeys from the zoo
They passed the angry convoy
of trucks with honking horns
And they just kept on walking
In the summer before the storm
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GRIEVOUS ANGELS Cobalt, Ontario
“Authentic like Johnny Cash and Woody Guthrie”
“This is a brilliant folk album, and
one for our times."
-The Spill Magazine
For the last three decades, the Grievous Angels have been carving out a unique place in the alt-roots landscape. Their songs conjure the tragic beauty of Canada’s northern blue collar frontier.
Their 8th album is a kick ass journey through dark and unsettled times.
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