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In a previous life
02:36
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In a previous life
Not much to do but die
From the plague or in the war
Burned alive
Thrown overboard
In a previous life
I was a farmer's wife
I toiled the soil and prayed
For the nothing that we made
In a previous life
I lived by the knife
And I spoke with a forked tongue
Stole the silver spoon
When I was young
In a previous, in a previous life
In a previous life
I had psychic sight
Saw futures short and long
In a 21st century song
All our previous lives
Collide in the present life
In a dream or in a scar
When we wonder who we are
Or who we were
In a previous, in a previous life...
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Hollow night their wings
03:41
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Hollow night their wings
Cue sentimental strings
Foreboding spills ‘cross the floor
Pooling, gathering, the eye-spies that follow you
Montgomery’s Tavern
Hot tongues, hot torches burn
Whispering revolution
Dizzying, drinking, what *ails you will swallow you
(*triple entendre- troubles, ales and French “aile”, and swallow of course tee hee. Ok I’m a total loser)
(with musical urgency) I hear a cannon, let’s forego our plannin’
Take flight, rest is best, sealed beak
Save the rebellion for wing night next week
Vocalisation
West wing city hall
A cache of musket and ball
Forcing our feathers through bars
Armed to the tits now we’ll blast the red-breasted Brits
They’ve got a cannon, two kegs of Kilannan
Fly home, nest is best, sealed beak
Save the rebellion for wing night next week
(homage to “Moonlight Sonata”, staggered start choral reading)
Camber encumbered, ichthus imbalanced. We rise and fall for the exit (Sarah enters on exit). Moonlight floods Yonge Street. The stars are low tonight. You could collect them in your talons. There is no rebellion, there is no imminent revolution, there is no plan for the weekend, there is no coded message, there is no secret handshake. We grumble our goodnights. And yet there is a burning in our wings. And there is a burning in our mouths. And there is a burning which we (sing) lick from our rarely kissed lips.
Verse: Bb/D7/Gm/Eb6 F7
Refrain: N.C., bass plays descending chromatic line Ab, G, Gb, F, Eb
“Moonlight”: (piano solo) Gm-Gm/F-Eb Cm-D7 then Gm-Bb/F-Eb6-F7
Notes: Beethoven’s “Moonlight” Sonata would have been 36 years old at the time of the 1837 “rebellion” in Upper Canada.
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5%
04:40
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“I loved my gods, and I sang before I spoke pretty.
And speaking of pretty I fell in love with a human.
We dated separated we traded DNA in the divorce”
Explaining why when you’re angry you bare your teeth
You furrow your brow your eyes dilate when you’re aroused
“Can’t tell a lie and if I do my instincts betray me.
A little less is a little more, I’ve heard it all before.
I have hair on my hands, on my feet on my chest
“At my best in your cave or in your forest”
“My urges my buffets my desires my choirs my bonfires” 🔥 x2
“I don’t want to change, it’s hard to rearrange who I am sing with me”
“N-E-A (echo) N-D-E (echo) R-T-H (echo) A-L, Neanderthal baby” x2
“A little less is a little more, I’ve seen you all before…(repeat and fade)”
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4. |
Goalkeeping
01:25
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5. |
Jimmy and Lucy
05:54
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We are the henge not your crowns and cathedrals
We are the chalk cliffs that hover over Dover
We are the Pike that threads down through the Needles
We are the moor and the heather and the clover
We are the henge not your bloody cathedrals
We are the chalk cliffs that hover over Dover lover
We are the Pike that threads down through the Needles
We are the moor and the heather and the clover
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6. |
Barbara Allen
05:02
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Twas in the merry month of May
When all the flowers were a bloomin
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For love of Barbara Allen
He sent his servant to the town
The place where she did dwell in
Saying master dear has sent me here
If your name be Barbara Allen
Well slowly slowly she got up
And slowly she went to him
And all she said, when there she came (was)
“Young man I think you’re dyin
Don’t you remember the other night
When we were in the tavern
You drank a toast to the ladies there
And slighted Barbara Allen
He turned his face unto the wall
He turned his back upon her”
Adieu adieu to all my friends
And be kind be kind to Barbara Allen
“As I was wandering o’er the field
I heard the death bell knellin
And every note did seem to sing
Hard-hearted Barbara Allen”
The more it tolled the more she grieved
She bursted out a cryin
“Oh pick me up and carry me home
I fear that I am dyin
Oh mother mother make my bed
And make it long and narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I’ll die for him tomorrow”
They buried me in the old churchyard
“They buried me in the new one”
And from my grave there grew a rose
“From mine a fine green briar”
They grew and grew in the old churchyard
Til they could grow no higher
And there they tied in a true lover’s knot
The red rose and the briar
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I'll give you the answers to your questions
To who what when where why how much
Before that a toast to mom and to dad
Uncle Leonard who died at VImy...
The truth is dear sis you're as smart as we got
So I'll ask you the same damned things
Who what when where why
How much am I?
And how long have we been here?
Before that a toast to the ones we love most
To Josh, Dave and Art bless their hearts...
But if you insist
I will not resist
I'll find you the things that you've missed
And I'll live in a cave so I won't be distracted
By stars and things in the sky
Before that a toast to our welcoming host
To health and whiskey and wealth...
The main thing I've learned
Is I'd rather be burned
Than stay in a place that's cold
And I'll give you another slice
Of brotherly advice
If you're young you'll never grow old
One final toast to foes and to friends
To a brother whose smile never ends...
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8. |
Railroad work song
04:29
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Working on the railroad for a dollar a day...(good buddy)
Gotta get my money gotta get my pay
This old hammer ring like silver...(good buddy)
Shine like gold shine like gold
Take this hammer take it to the captain...(good buddy)
Tell him I'm gone tell him I'm gone
If he asks you was I running...(good buddy)
Tell him I was flying tell him I was flying
If he asks you was I laughing...(good buddy)
Tell him I was crying tell him I was crying
Working on the railroad for a dollar a day (good buddy)
Gotta get my money gotta get my pay
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9. |
Leonard
02:43
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--last letter written by my great uncle Leonard McFadden, months before he was killed by a shell at Vimy Ridge
Some where in France May 23, 1917
Dear Brother Will.
I received your most wellcome letter the day before yesterday, whitch you had wrote on the 22nd of Apr. I also received a letter from home about the same time. I hope you have received some more of my letters before this time. I must write as often as I can, even [if] I have not much to write about as there aint much to write about out here. I have seen quite a deal of the country that the Huns were driven of. I can hear the guns quite plain. The weather has been fine for quite a while, great weather for the crops whitch are looking good. There was some rain the other night, it came just in time to be a good help to the crops. The women folks are busy helping to get the crops sown and other work. They certainly are great workers. I have not learnt a great deal of French yet, just a few words that I can speak fairly well. I wish I could speak French good. The country is rather a pretty looking country. The farms are mostly pretty level and there aint many fences on the farms. a person can see some places that have not a fence to be seen for quite a distance. The barns and houses are small like all old country buildings. The roofs are made out of a kind of brick shingle whitch is kept in place by the weight of them. They will make a very long lasting shingle. If this country had the buildings like we have in Canada it would look just like Canada. My address is no. 5 co. 4th CMR Canadian B n B E F France. You most likely will have received some of my letters before this time. I hope you are enjoying good health as I am here, so is the rest of the fellows. I see Oscar, Joe and a few more of the fellows from around home. I have not had any word from Jim lately. I don’t know whether he is still where we were before. This will be all for this time. Good bye Willie. From your loving brother Leonard McFadden. Will write soon again.
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10. |
Carrying
01:50
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Charles Glasspool Ontario
Many well-known artists have sang Glasspool's songs--Juno award-winners Serena Ryder and Andrea Lindsay, plus Andre Ethier
and Lily Frost to name a few. He was a founder of The Silver Hearts.
Currently playing and creating with Evangeline Gentle, Sarah McInnis, Wyatt Burton, Trevor Davis.
Curating LiSTEN MuCH! music series at TTOK and BGO Presents at Jethro's, both in NOGO/PTBO
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