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Not Worth My Time
03:41
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I'd tell you a story if the words would come out right
and I would sing you a lullaby if I thought it wouldn't ruin your night
I'd write a thousand songs if it weren't for my bad taste
Oh, I'd do anything, my baby, but it'd prob'ly be a waste...
...of your time
is what keeps me standing still
I'd take you to the movies, but you say that's a lousy date
so I would buy us fancy dinners, but I know you prob'ly already ate
I'd buy you make up, but you already have so much
Oh, I would give you a big tight hug, but I know with every touch...
...that my time
is growing shorter still
Yes, my time is growing...
It's too late for excuses, the time for that is done
So let's put away our nooses 'cause it's time to draw the guns
And the days are gone to argue, the days are gone to whine
And I'm sorry for the past but I guess you're just not worth my time
I could spell your name in roses, I could get down on one knee
and I could ask your hand in marriage so you'd spend your life with me
And we'd live out in the country, you'd be the apple of my eye
And I could be with you forever, but I think I'd rather die
And my time is growing shorter still
Yes, my time is growing...
It's too late for excuses the time for that is done
So let's put away our nooses 'cause it's time to draw the guns
And I'm not sorry for the future, I'm not sorry for my rhymes
But I'm sorry for the past, but I guess you're just not worth my time
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2. |
Same Old Town
02:23
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Back in Prince George away from the world
And I've got my guitar, but I don't have a girl
I don't have a girl
And I've seen those places and they're all shit
And I've come to the conclusion that this is it
This is it
And I wonder how am I supposed to feel?
And I wonder how am I supposed to feel?
How am I supposed to deal?
Driving out Highway 16 West
Trying to force a smile, trying to do my best
To get it off my chest
And the lake is frozen and so am I
And I'm stuck in motion, trying hard to try
I just wanna die
And I wonder how am I supposed to feel?
And I wonder how am I supposed to feel?
How am I supposed to heal?
Because the workers are still working
And the wind it is still blowing
And the kids, they are still smoking underneath the bridge
And the Fraser River, she's still running
I might be too, can't tell for certain
And I'll close the curtains
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Depression Era Tragedy
02:17
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The last time she saw him was at the exposition
All hobbled down by the bottled jams and the preserves of lives
gone before him on a dusty train car with rusty wheels of golden
And the happy lives all but left behind and turned into sand
And all that she wanted was to say good-bye
And all that they had was in a paper bag
And all that they needed was to trust in one another
Like the time you were dreaming and you fell
At first it was letters with X's and O's and descriptions of the city
And the poetic scenes of all their hopes and dreams in that distant land
But the cold winter rain washes hope out to sea when there's no bread on the table
And dreams fade and die like long-distance relationships when you can't find a job
And all that she wanted was to say good-bye
And all that they had was in a paper bag
And all that they needed was to trust in one another
Like the time you were dreaming and you fell
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4. |
Gather My Thoughts
03:56
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Gather my thoughts
Gather them all
Gather my thoughts
I know the world is so cold
Bide all my time
Waste it away
Bide all my time
I can't be bothered anyway
And you know my mind
You know the places where I go to hide
You know my pride
You know the emptiness in my eyes
Gather my thoughts
Gather them all
Gather my thoughts
I know the world is so cold
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5. |
Her Name Is Ocean
05:01
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Her name is Ocean, she lives by the river
She washes her hair in the kitchen sink
I'd give the world just to stand beside her
I'd cross a canyon to take a drink
Up to her window I'd swim just to meet her
Down by the water she'd take my hand
But deep in my heart I could sense there was danger
She took me out where we could not stand
No one else can see
No one else can see
No one else could be
No, I cannot see
Now I'm lost, I've become a prisoner
Now we are reaching between the waves
She was the captain of every vessel
She is the robber of empty graves
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Solomon Goudsward Prince George, British Columbia
Solomon Goudsward is a nice young man from Prince George, BC. He writes and plays music, but usually not in front of people. If you have his number, call him some time.
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