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Where the Pavement Ends
04:00
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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
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2. |
Passing Through
04:07
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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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3. |
Out of Reach
03:14
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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
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4. |
Fallen Children
03:10
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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
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5. |
Far Away From Home
04:04
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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
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6. |
I'd Rather Be
04:57
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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
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7. |
Keep Right
03:49
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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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8. |
Pennies and Peanuts
03:23
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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
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9. |
These Are the Days
05:17
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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
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10. |
Living in the Key of G
03:26
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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
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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
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12. |
All That Matters
03:35
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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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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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