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VILLAGE OF THE BOMB
03:54
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VILLAGE OF THE BOMB
Johnny touched down in the village of the bomb
Johnny touched down.
Johhny touched down in the village of the bomb
Just another day neath the Afghan sun. Johnny touched down.
Johnny got his gun where the Pashtun run
Johnny got his gun.
Johnny got his gun where the Pashtun run
A Manitoba boy he was 21 Johnny got his gun.
Johnny got his gun at 21
While the pipers played and her tears did run
Said she’d wait ‘til the kingdom come When Johnny got his gun.
Johnny knew his way through the Panjwai
Johny knew his way
Johnny knew his way through the Panjwai
Hunting down shadows that faded away Johnny knew his way.
Johnny knew his way through the Panjwai
Steady as they come he wasn’t there to play
She was waiting back home ‘neath the Prairie sun
Ya Johnny knew his way.
Johnny in the lead hit the IED
Johnny in the lead hit the IED
Took it in the arms and up to the knees Johnny in the lead.
Johnny in the lead hit the IED
They medi-vacced him out to Germany
She waiting back home ‘neath the prairie sun
Where Johnny in the lead.
In the village of the bomb the life goes on
In the village of the bomb.
In the village of the bomb the life goes on
With the squawking of the chickens when the soldiers come
In the village of the bomb.
In the village of the bomb life goes on
And the king horses can’t help Johnny run
And all the kings men are hunkered
down in the village of the bomb.
In the village of the bomb life goes on
It’s been this way since time begun
Just another day ‘neath the Afghan sun
In the Village of the bomb.
Just another day ‘neath the Afghan sun
In the Village of the bom.
Just another day ‘neath the Afghan sun.
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FOUR HORSES
04:43
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FOUR HORSES
To Fort Qu’appelle came a Dapple Grey
As children coughed blood in the autumn rains
Broke the treaty when the buffalo failed
And fenced the land for the CP Rail.
There’s four horses at the Great Divide
Forget what they taught about the medicine line
Like a storm on a distant sky
Just Four horses at the Great Divide
I saw a black horse at Cut Knife Creek
But the great Poundmaker was a man of peace
He spared the soldiers true to his word
So they hung the braves at Fort Battleford
There’s four horses at the Great Divide.
Forget what they taught about the medicine line
Like a storm on a distant sky
Just Four horses at the Great Divide
The Third Horse danced for the Great White Chief
hunger is lesson that is so easy to teach
kill a warrior you need a gun in hand
To break a people you need a bureaucrat man
There’s four horses at the Great Divide
Forget what they taught you about the medicine line
Like a storm on a distant sky
Four horses at the Great Divide
A pale horse waits by the mission school
Progress they say can be so cruel
But the spirit lives on across the great north plains
And people are finding their voice again.
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FORT ST. JOHN
03:35
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FORT ST. JOHN
Just a short text message Though I know you’re still asleep
But I’ve got 12 hour shifts Every night this week.
We’re working at the gas plant And we’re here ‘til the work is done
Just a short text message From up here in Fort St. John.
There’s a full moon over the gas fields
Same moon that shines back home
Just a short text message From up here in Fort St. John
I loved Sarah’s picture
how she painted up her bike
I checked it out on Facebook
And I wrote 300 likes
Two weeks in and two weeks out
That’s what our life’s become
We’re either fighting or making love
Then I’m back to Fort St. John
When we got married
I thought we’d settle down
But its walmart or the bunkhouse
Ever since the mill’s been gone
Just a short text message
All I do since I’ve been gone
I know you’re getting restless
Oh baby please lets hang on
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LONG HAIRED WOMAN
03:53
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LONG-HAIRED WOMAN
I gotta long-haired woman in a world that’s lost its way
Gotta long-haired woman and I like it that way.
She ain’t go two pennies but she’s ready for a rainy day.
Everybody likes to twitter but they’re still lost in a fog
Everybody’s got a trainer but no time to go for a walk
But my baby says’s baby, ah you work too hard.
Sister Rosetta she sure could play guitar
They want to auto-tune her voice and get her on Reach for the Stars
So she blew them all away
Playing that sweet gibson guitar.
She stole a dress from Frieda Kahlo
And a goat from Marc Chagall.
She stole a dress from Frieda Kahlo
And a goat from Marc Chagall.
Ya, there’s a lot of women prettier
But my baby’s tougher than them all.
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FIRST SIGNS OF SPRING
03:40
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FIRST SIGNS OF SPRING
It hasn’t been above 30 below in something like a week or so
Radio calling it a big deep freeze
And that icy wind is getting in all of our dreams.
I keep thinking back to a simpler time
When I didn’t have so much hanging on my mind
I know sometimes I take it out on you
But a little love baby gonna see us through.
We’ve been waiting for the first signs of spring
For so long it seems
We’ve been waiting for the first signs of spring.
This town’s been good to us, we made some friends and got a start
But they moved the plant to a third world state
And things round here have never been quite the same
So I ran some jobs no questions asked
Because they paid up front and they paid in cash
I told the man I want out this time
He said one more load and man its gotta go tonight.
CHORUS
Last night I dreamed it was summer time
We were down home in the warm sunshine
And the fiddlers played the St. Anne’s Reel
For the exiles come gathered for the feast.
And my old man whom I used to blame
He stood beside me and we looked the same.
And all those sins of yesterday
We just laid down and walked away.
It hasn’t been above 30 below
In something like a week or so.
Radio calling it a big deep freeze
And that icy wind is getting in all of our dreams.
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COAT CHECK GIRL
03:17
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COAT CHECK GIRL
There’s a coat check girl she ain’t saying what she knows
Her boyfriend’s gonna take her to the picture show.
There’s a 51 Mercury gunning at the lights
Mess with that car and you’re playing with your life.
There’s a coat check girl and her eyes are ice
Most men never look that high.
Cop walks up and the window rolls down
There’s a hail of gunfire across Landsdowne.
Blood on the ground and a cop near death
Change the lino type and start the press
There’s a coat check girl a long way from home
She’s living it up like she’s never known.
There’s an engine revving on Roncansville
Boyd’s in the bank grabbing the till
When it gets too hot they hit Montreal
And party it up til the money’s gone
There’s a coat check girl
She ain’t saying what she knows
She’s dancing on the table
In her new mink stoll
They’re busting out of jail gonna raise some hell
Tired of rotting in a prison cell
At the old Don Jail they run out of road
With Sushan and Jackson hanging from a rope.
There’s a coat check girl and you’ll never see her cry
She’s as hard as nails and just getting by.
There’s a coat check girl she ain’t saying what she knows
As the years go by she ain’t ever going home.
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BLUE ALBERTA SKIES
03:38
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BLUE ALBERTA SKIES
It’s September in Toronto and the sky’s been smoggy for days
And my baby she’s got that look in her eye
And I know she’s been dreaming about Blue Alberta Skies.
She keeps talking about an Appaloosa
And the sweet shades of prairie sky.
A city boy might love her but he can’t stop it when she cries
Because he knows she’s dreaming
About Blue Alberta Skies.
And we all have a place a sacred space
We can go to in our mind
A place where we can hide
A place where we can ride
‘Neath Blue Alberta Skies.
She calls her old man when she gets lonesome
And they talk about life on the land
About the drive shaft on the John Deere
And the price of timothy and rye
And then they start talking
About Blue Alberta Skies.
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MURPHY GIRL
03:17
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MURPHY GIRL
She was a Murphy Girl don’t really think I need to say more
She was a Murphy Girl don’t really think I need to say more
Saw her dancing barefoot right there on the hardwood floor
She was swinging and a swaying with a vodka in her hand
She was swinging and a swaying with a vodka in her hand
She was singing louder, louder than the big rock band
She was a Murphy Girl don’t really think I need to say more
She was a Murphy Girl don’t really think I need to say more
Saw her dancing barefoot right there on the hardwood floor
INSTRUMENTAL
They call it manslaughter running with Murphy’s daughter
They call it manslaughter running with Murphy’s daughter
She’ll put you through the ringer and treat you like cannon fodder
We blew through the town like a hurricane in the rain
Blew through the town like a hurricane in the rain
Woke up in the morning without a penny to my name
INSTRUMENTAL
She was a Murphy Girl don’t really think I need to say more
She was a Murphy Girl don’t really think I need to say more
Saw her dancing barefoot right there on the hardwood floor
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MADELINE'S DAUGHTER
04:30
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Madeleine’s Daughter
Well I almost died the moment I saw her
With a boyfriend by her side
She had your eyes and your crazy way of laughing
As I looked at her, the years went flying by
And I called out
Aren’t you Madeline’s daughter
And I call out
But she was crossing the road.
And my voice was lost in the traffic
Just a ghost from long ago.
When you’re 21 there’s a world that’s a waiting
Like the way we used to wait for the dawn
Remember those nights and crazy punk rock fights
I’m so glad you finally found a home.
The days drag on seems like forever
But the years go racing by
Time is a casino and it will leave you with zero
Unless you share it
With a lover and a friend
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10. |
REACTIONARY BLUES
02:50
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Reactionary Blues
They’re melting down the ice caps
And raising up the trolls.
Putting shutters on the windows
And burning all the notes.
The climate bell is ringing
But they’ve turned it back to snooze.
I’m just here a singing the reactionary blues
There’s a war you never heard of
Better join the big parade
Or they’ll cut off all your funding
That’s how they play the game.
We ain’t this is all together or don’t ya watch the news
Get everybody singing the reactionary blues
They’re Thatcher’s ugly children
And their world is black and white
And they’re hunting down the rainbow
And spoiling for a fight.
They’ll put you in a message box
Where nothing is really true
Leave you there a singing the reactionary blues
It’s about pressing all the buttons
And turning all the screws
It’s about a Third World in the Northland
Where the children always lose/
The fat cats are feasting on your future
Like they always do
While you’re left a singing the Reactionary blues
I saw a Maple leaf a flying
That wasn’t ripped or torn
I saw a world that needed healing
Where little dreams were born.
It’s gonna take a lot of effort
To rebuild the things they blew
But I’ll never sing again
The reactionary blues
No I don’t want no more
of your reactionary blues.
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DIAMONDS IN THE SNOW
03:50
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DIAMONDS IN THE SNOW
You threw these diamonds in the snow
You threw them away, thought no one would know.
What were you thinking, oh didn’t you know?
Little diamonds, diamonds in the snow.
A lonely field, on a cold dark night
There’s a light shining in the sky.
Just a light, you might never know
But it will light, light your way home.
You threw these diamonds in the snow
You threw them away, thought no one would know.
What were you thinking, oh didn’t you know?
Little diamonds, diamonds in the snow.
There was a child, she had a dream
She looked to you and she looked to me
Just a chance to make your world whole
She gave you diamonds, diamonds in the snow.
You threw these diamonds in the snow
‘cause you judge your life by what you can own
But they shine so bright, brighter than your gold.
Just little diamonds in the snow.
Its just a chance to make your world whole,
Touch these diamonds, diamonds in the snow.
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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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