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ClusterFolk

by Mike Aube

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    6-panel Digi-pak with artwork by Jocelyn Hatt. Produced by Rob "Rocket" D'Eon and Mike Aubé.

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1.
Where the Pavement Ends I like the lights of the city And the freaky folks that come out at night But when I get my fill I just roll up these hills And watch the dawn's breaking light Out here the air's a little cleaner The water tastes sweet like wine The animals roam In their country home Just across the meadow from mine So if you need to find me Here's where I'll be Where the creatures are wild And surrounded by trees Past the last bastions of civilization Around that final blacktop bend Out where the pavement ends I need to get my wood in The snow'll be falling soon The corn in the field Is beginning to peel 'Neath the high crescent moon Chorus X2
2.
Passing Through He was lonesome as a traveller But he was only passing through - He was only looking for adventure He didn't mean to make a dent in you But you were hungry as a poet When his working day is through And he was hungry too But he was only passing through The broken heart is restless When it's trying to make amends But when you're coming up for oxygen Be careful not to get the bends 'Cause if you're looking for a lover When what you really need is a friend It'll haunt you in the end The broken heart still needs a mend Sometimes life is on the surface Sometimes it cuts you deep But are you ready to walk it bravely? Or just content to walk it half asleep? Are you making any promise That you're not prepared to keep? And is your heart complete? 'Cause sometimes life it cuts you deep He was lonesome as a traveller But he was only passing time He said, "I'm looking for adventure - I don't want to make you all mine" But you were hungry as a poet When he's spent his final dime He said, "I'm hungry for mine - But I'm only passing time" Passing through...passing through and passing time
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Out of Reach 03:14
Out of Reach My mind is so scattered, my thoughts are all broken It's been so long since I've been to the beach Been working my fingers right down to a token It's getting so I'm feeling just a little out of reach It's hard to have fun when your pockets are empty Been driving it hard just to make a little bread My eyes telling me this is a land of plenty But the message ain't getting through to my head I'm not trying to be hard to handle But sometimes I feel just a little out of reach I'm not one for to cause no scandal But sometimes I feel just a little out of reach Sometimes I feel just a little out of reach The universe has plans for me somewhere It's not in my nature to sit idly by I've got my purpose and I know that it's out there Two steps ahead floating out in the sky Chorus We're all headed for the big finale Sometimes I wonder if I'm taking it too slow Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing in the Valley Guess no other place ever felt like home Chorus
4.
Fallen Children Oh glory, glory, how time flies The sky is falling, my oh my People scrambling to re-arrange While some folks act like nothing's changed Old Nero fiddled while the city burned We got so much more to learn That's OK, you have your fun Just don't come crying when the party's done Oh fallen children, lost inside Something happened and a part of you died Fallen children, don't lose face Floating on this rock in space Floating on this rock in space Well, how did things get so confused? The more we gain, the more we lose Voices of our nature call But we don't here them much at all Chorus Oh these long lonely days These long lonely days Are gonna roll right over me Roll right over me You think you're clever as a fox But you paint yourself into a little box Even then you save yourself And point the blame at someone else Chorus
5.
Far Away From Home To these mountains, and this hard land They came looking for gold In the shadow of the Arctic Circle It was dark, and wild, and cold Some they perished from hunger Some just vanished in the cold But at night, they all dreamed of thunder Of another dream bought and sold They were far, far away from home They were far, far away from home Far away Shiny nuggets from the river Don't mean too much out on the land So they brought up a whole town of people More than willing to lend a hand So when the wolves had all had their babies And the river would over-run They'd come screaming from the mountain To buy their whiskey and their guns Chorus And the town, it all but dried up Leaving no one to make a stand And as for me, I keep on living Just as always, out on the land Chorus
6.
I'd Rather Be The maple leaves are still hanging on to the trees But it won't be long 'til they're all on the ground Like starfish floating in the sea A few of them blow lazy all around We walk off of the road into the woods The dogs are pulling really hard against their leads 'Cause it smells so good There's moss springing back against our feet Feels like we're walking on a cloud We're trying really hard to be discrete Trying not to make a single sound But no matter how hard we try The squirrels and the blue jays scream and shout and curse us out As we walk by And I'd rather be out here than any old shopping mall Even though we can't get four pictures taken in a tiny stall (Four pictures for a dollar in a tiny stall) Around the corner a pheasant scares up It gives your blood a rush Puts all of your senses at attention The forest falls into a nervous hush And in the silence, we hear a gentle breeze Bring a round of applause from the leaves Of the poplar trees And I'd rather be out here than watching my TV Even though our lives aren't as exciting As the actors on the screen Chorus I think I'm going to climb myself a tree Just like I did when I was just a kid I'm surprised that it comes so easily Guess I'm not as old as I think I'm sitting in my perch just like an eagle Looking over my little piece of the world Well there's lots to see And I'd rather be out here than driving in my car Even though we can't get - We can't get quite as far Chorus
7.
Keep Right 03:49
Keep Right On the front seat of my motorbike Is where I'd like to be Tracing the scenic route From sea to shining sea With your loving arms around my waist And an engine that is true We'll point the wheels out into space And this all we'll have to do, is... Keep right except to pass Keep right except to pass Keep right on going 'til your almost out of gas And keep right except to pass We'll pack our troubles in a bag With a loaf of bread and jam We'll keep 'er under a hundred So we don't piss off The Man We'll take our two-ring circus From town to town to town We'll thank you for your kindness And you bet we'll be back around Chorus If we drove a lot less often And went further when we did It might be a little better place To raise your kids We'd visit other people And see how they lift their load And offer them a place to stay The next time they're on the road Chorus
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Pennies and Peanuts I was watching TV, now I'm not quite sure where I am I think I'm stuck between a sock and the top of a soda can If I look up I can see a bright crack But I'm stuck here on my back Oh Lord, I wish I knew Well, there's food down here that was fresh in 2003 And there's paisley print as far as the eye can see There's a purple-haired freaky troll And there's my TV remote control Oh Lord, I think I know Won't you help me, I'm stuck behind the couch cushions And every time I try to get up, well, you sit down and you keep on pushing me Back down with these pennies and peanuts, pennies and peanuts Won't you help me from these pennies and peanuts Well, I think I spent too much time just lying around If I'd had better luck I might have fell off onto the ground But instead I slipped between the seams Man, this sure is one crazy dream Oh Lord, I hope I wake up soon If my arms were any longer I could reach up and grab your cheeks But at least I got enough munchies to last me a couple of weeks I hope you miss me more than this shirt Please pull me out of this dirt Oh Lord, I miss my living room Chorus X2
9.
These are the Days Busking out on King Street after the bars closed downtown In the wind and the waves of Cape Jermain, holy crow, I almost drowned The drunks on the sidewalk always seem to want to hear American Pie There's smokes on the coffee table but my bottle is dry But these are the days, these are the days Saturday morning hangover breakfast, with the coffee and the bacon The boys and the girls slept out on the floor, so my body is aching The restaurant is filled with our laughing and our raunchy talk I'd go with you to the corner store, if only I could walk Chorus There's dogs picking at the garbage that's floating in the gutter And as we walk on, an old man mutters, "Where does the wind go?" There's propane torches in the kitchen and the blackjack is dealing And the Hip's playing on the stereo so loud you can feel it The night goes by like a photograph with the shutter held open Your vision's a little blurry, but you're holding out 'til morning Chorus
10.
Living in the Key of G I'm playing in the key of G 'Cause that's the people's key All you need for most folk songs is a G and a C and a D I just threw an A in there to give it a little flair But believe you me all you really need is a G and a C and a D Yeah, the G and C and D is all the chords you'll need To play the Margaritaville or the Me and My Bobby McGee Most of John Prine's repertoire was written in the key of G Yeah, the Joker, Gambler, the Midnight Rambler all livin' in the key of G Chorus This banjo that I'm pickin' here is tuned to an open G Means I can take my left hand off and still be playing in key All those fancy bluegrass pickers that play with lighting speed Don't let 'em know I told you so, but they're usually in the key of G Chorus Bob Dylan's blowin' in the wind with a banjo on his knee Johnny Cash finally cashed his chips, but Willie's still smoking weed They all made a million bucks playing songs for you and me But I'll bet y'all a million more, most of them were in the key of G Chorus
11.
Waiting for the Axe to Fall You’ve been telling me lately that you can’t tell where you’ve been Your world’s been moving too fast, it feels like your head is in spin You stood in Quebec City when the banker-pirates came to town The tear gas didn’t phase you but the sadness is bringing you down Some days the world’s got a way of making you feel small When you’re waiting for the axe to fall The wind’s turned cold again, it cuts right through my coat Same old stories in the paper filling my mind with doubt “I really don’t know”, you said, “It seems so unreal to me Surely life was better in the 19th century” You find yourself some new resolve and you make yourself stand tall You’re waiting for the axe to fall I think I might go back out on the road but I know it won’t change a thing You stay at home smoking clove cigarettes and waiting for the phone to ring You come over to my place and read Tarot cards ‘til dawn Resign yourself to your future, you know you must move on But it’s hard to chase a dream when you have no dreams at all You’re waiting for the axe to fall You find yourself some new resolve and you make yourself stand tall You’re waiting for the axe to fall
12.
All That Matters My darling, my dear, we know each other well We've been through our heavens, been through our hells The lines on our faces make it easy to tell They show our smiles and our battles But oh dear, darling my dear, love is all that matters Oh dear, darling my dear, love is all that matters Oh yeah, oh yeah, love is all that matters Oh yeah, oh yeah, love is all that matters My darling, my dear, well what do you know? We've gone a lot further than lots of folks go But if we're an example, I don't get the joke How'd this old world get so tattered? Chorus My darling, my dear, I have something to say Still want to love you the rest of my days No matter what obstacles stand in our way If times get bad, we'll be badder Chorus

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released August 29, 2009

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Mike Aube Nova Scotia

Mike Aubé is an alt-folk songwriter on a mission to “comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable”. Like Woody and Arlo Guthrie before him, he blends humour, a sense of social justice and a love of nature into what Canadian Musician Magazine called “playful and catchy folk…clearly Canadian”. ... more

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