Jay Aymar: Lyrics for Overtime

Overtime
Don’t feel much like leaving you don’t want me to go
But all your Tamarack’s are needling your beauty in this snow
And I’ll see you soon at Christmas a happy holiday
Oh how you gonna miss me if I won’t go away
I’m overtime I’m in demand give me a sign I’ll be your man
Drinkin’ doubles on the rock I washed up on the shore
They shoved me off the dock for a show in Labrador
I’m sitting in this province down the corridor
I made it into Montreal to play the Yellow Door
I’m overtime I’m in demand give me a sign I’ll be your man
I know sometimes you love me sometimes you love me not
Trying to keep my cool but baby you’re so hot
I’ll see you soon at Christmas I love that holiday
Oh how you gonna miss me if I won’t go away
I’m overtime I’m in demand give me a sign I’ll be your man
Well I know I’m late in calling babe I was caught out in the rain
Stuck behind a bus I was waiting for a train
I’m riding on this rocket down at Bloor and Jane
I got one more show to go now and I’ll be home again
I’m overtime I’m in demand give me a sign I’ll be your man
Cash and Silverstein were close but it’s not really true
I think life is easy for a town named Soo
Take a Batchewana sauna catch a rainbow in the falls
I’m heading across the ditch I’m playing nine hold my calls
I’m overtime I’m in demand give me a sign I’ll be your man
I know sometimes you love me sometimes you love me not
I’m trying to keep my cool but baby you’re so hot
I’ll see you soon at Christmas I love that holiday
Oh how you gonna miss me if I won’t go away
I’m overtime I’m in demand give me a sign I’ll be your man
I gave a pint of blood in Winnipeg Regina shut me out
So I headed west to figure out what four strong winds was all about
In Pincher Creek Alberta I was higher than a kite
And I wound up at a round up with cowboy poets that same night
I’m overtime I’m in demand give me a sign I’ll be your man
Oh from the Rockies up to Yellowknife then back among the trees
I met some dodgers driving Westy’s eating Vietnamese
Then down among the island where some hippies got me stoned
I can see Japan from my front door I’m pale’n coming home
I’m triple time I’m out of tune give me a sign baby I’ll be over the moon
I don’t feel much like leaving you don’t want me to go
But all your evergreens are needling your beauty in this snow
And I’ll see you soon at Christmas a happy holiday
Oh how you gonna miss me if I won’t go away

Acadian Son
I come from the steel town of Sault Ste. Marie
It’s the land of the Ojibwe where the Great Lakes are three
Got a northern exterior but when all is said and done
I’m just an Acadian son
So sing with me dance with me Acadian girl
We’ll hide in those hills and we’ll leave this world
Down to New Orleans where they’re all having fun
And we’ll join our Acadian sons
Now I live in the big smoke where the towers run high
But it’s all just a big joke cause the fun has run dry
With a fiddle and a flat top a washboard and a squeezebox
We’re a French quarter short of a good time
So sing with me dance with me Acadian girl
We’ll hide in those hills and we’ll leave this world
Down to New Orleans where they’re all having fun
And we’ll join our Acadian sons
They say down in Louisiana it’s good for your soul
With the German and the Spanish and the French Creole
We’ll sing down on Bourbon Street every night
And we’ll dance neath the Cajun moonlight
So sing with me dance with me Acadian girl
We’ll hide in those hills and we’ll leave this world
Down to New Orleans where they’re all having fun
And we’ll join our Acadian sons

That Old Ravine
This Old Land
Passed down from my old man
Worked from his daddy’s hands
And so on
That old willow tree
It holds our history
Be crying till world war three
And so on
That old ravine
That old ravine
It holds that evil stream
It’s laughing to this day
It carried our mother away
Out on number nine
Rest the bones of an old combine
It was Massey’s all down the line
And so on
And these old oak floors
Squeaked through a couple of wars
Probably creak through a couple of more
And so on
That old ravine
That old ravine
It holds that evil stream
It’s laughing to this day
It carried our mother away
I hear you call
You’re on the wind
I hear you call
That old ravine
That old ravine
It holds that evil stream
It’s laughing to this day
It carried our mother away
That old ravine
That old ravine
That old ravine

What a Dream
You can save it all till Sunday then spend it as you please
Hold some for the piper who plays all night for free
Then walk your blind ambition into the morning rain
Wash away your loneliness learn to feel the pain
That’s what she said to me last night inside my dream
She gave me this creed a poet in need out on the echoing green
Oh what a dream
We met in an open air market fully aware of the price
We did our waltzing on water till one blade cracked through the ice
Don’t try to save me I’m already saved just save yourself and move on
Walk into the wilderness give the world it’s song
That’s what she said to me last night inside my dream
She gave me this creed a poet in need out on the echoing green
Oh what a dream
When I awoke I collected my thoughts memorized every line
I’d be remiss for a moment like this to ever escape my mind
Oh what a dream
She said take the stance of a soldier prepare yourself for a fight
When the battle commences sing with all your might
Sing for the innocent victims crying alone in the night
Sing them from their hopelessness sing them into the light
That’s what she said to me last night inside my dream
She gave me this creed a poet in need out on the echoing green
Oh what a dream
Boy what a dream
Oh what a dream
It was only a dream

King of the World
I woke up one morning I was king of the world
See my old man he fixed this for me
He said go kick some sand in the face of that man
Bring back the good name of our family
So it’s round of the posse I got a plan
It’s a modern day twist it’s a new Vietnam
We’ll go find some nephews of old Uncle Sam
To go throw it down in the sand
I got a beautiful wife a beautiful house
And two very beautiful girls
And now that I have my daddy’s love
Man I am king of the world
And I will return someday
Hey I will return someday
Stripes on my shoulders stars in my eyes
A little grease in the wheel to help me squeak by
They said rewrite his story they said fix what he’s missed
So call up the times grab a baby to kiss
Hey Betsy Ross I need some thread
No blues required just bring on the red
And I stand before you with a just cause
You want to blow down my house
You got to deal with the boss
You got to deal with the boss
Now it’s football on Friday’s memoirs on Monday’s
Sunday’s reserved for my girls
Now that I have my daddy’s love
I am king of the world
I got a beautiful wife a beautiful house
And two very beautiful girls
And now that I have my daddy’s love
Man I am king of the world

Your Precious War
I got a head full of heavy my hearts losing hope
I’m a shot away from swinging on a rope
My legs don’t work I’m the working poor
Thanks to your precious war
They caught me on the backward slide
I was begging for work on the welfare line
I saw those planes explode the year before
I caved and joined their war
Now you can stick your drill in every hole
And you can rape the land and feed your soul
Use some down and outer like me
To try and force democracy on the third world poor
With your precious war
They taught me how to kill a man
They taught me how to use the sand
Until they found this bloody mess on the dessert floor
A casualty of war
So honey take the kids and catch the train
I’m not going to be your ball and chain
Shelter them from all this pain before
They’re forced to feel my war
And you can stick your drill in every hole
And you can rape the land and feed your soul
Use some down and outer like me
To try and force democracy on the third world poor
On the third world poor
With your precious war
I got a head full of heavy my hearts losing hope
I’m a shot away from swinging on a rope
My legs don’t work I’m the working poor
Thanks to your precious war

Your Sad and Lonely Heart
He stands before you like a king
Smoke and mirror’s and six strings
He’ll lay you bare when he sings
He’ll kiss your hand and steal your rings
Your sad and lonely heart
Your sad and lonely heart
Your sad and lonely heart
Once beat strong
Is sold for a song
Perfect lighting is the key
A big of wine a hit of weed
A couple lines tucked up his sleeved
You’re not match for his melody
As he floats you through the streets of Spain
Deep into the London rain
Sings you down the river Seine
Back into your room again
Your sad and lonely heart
Your sad and lonely heart
Your sad and lonely heart
Once beat strong
Is sold for a song
Even though you know I could
I hope you know I never would
I’ve been thinking about our last kiss
And how you hated rooms like this
Stolen songs from snakes that hiss
All the love that we have missed
Your sad and lonely heart
Your sad and lonely heart
Your sad and lonely heart
Once beat strong
Your sad and lonely heart
Your sad and lonely heart
Your sad and lonely heart
Needs to beat strong
So I wrote you this song
That’s I why I wrote you this song

Three Love Stories
Poor old Lucy never got a shot
Yeah her old man took that away and left her with not a lot
Broken down busted and hung out to dry
He turned a young girls laugh into an old lady’s cry
She’d wink at her friends say he’s a hell of a guy
Poor old Lucy never got a shot
Old Freddy he’d been working steady for what seemed about a hundred years
He was a men’s department gopher pushing penny loafers down at the Main Street Sears
Always tongue tied with his soul worn out and his life hanging by a string
Until the day Lucy Walker walked into his life and said these things
I can make you laugh you can make me cry
Oh together we can be the most hell of a girl and swell of a guy
We can rent a house way up upon that hill
We can a beautiful boy named Jack
And a wonderful girl named Jill
Uh huh…uh huh…how about it baby
Poor old Joe he used to have some clout
But the kids shipped him off to the old age home when the money ran out
From passing laws to passing stones and now he’s just passing time
They say he shuffles on home from the shuffle board court and passed out by nine
Poor man Joe he used to have some clout
Well old Claribel she was doing swell ever since she took that fall
With a triple by-pass and her hip replaced it was a big year all in all
Keep the place tidy there’s bridge on Friday
You never know who might show
She looked across the table at her new bridge partner
He said hi my name is Joe
I can make you laugh girl you can make me cry
Oh together we can be the most hell of a girl and swell of a guy
We can rent a house way up upon that hill
I can bring my dog named Jack
You can bring your cat named Jill
Uh huh…uh huh…how about it baby
Poor reverend Jim he never stood a chance
He kept all those ladies in the congregation in a god like trance
Well from Sunday sessions to Monday’s confessions he knew every sin in town
But those nights alone in that rectory bed were really bringing him down
Poor reverend Jim never stood a chance
Now widow Fran was without her man ever since his ship went down
First she got new clothes and then she got new hair then she got around
She hit the bottle then she hit the bible then she hit on reverent Jim
She dog-eared all the pages of the Thorn Birds and she mailed it to him
(and on the inside cover she wrote)
I can make you laugh boy you can make me cry
Oh together we can be the most hell of a girl and swell of a guy
We can build a house way up upon that hill
Oh we can spend our days as though we were Jack and Jill
Uh huh…uh huh…how about it boy

Tune Out Turn Off Drop By
There’s chaos down on Main Street they’re walking around like drones
All the Abercrombie zombies staring at their phones
Their thumbs are doing something they’re bowing to the street
You take that needle from their arms you’ll find a dog in heat
It’s cold in this place there’s a fire in the sky
I need to see your face tune out turn off drop by
I heard it on the radio I saw in on the news
The medium keeps on marching the message has the blues
I should it from the mountain tops and tell you who I am
Your fibre-optic filters turn my protest into spam
It’s cold in this place there’s a fire in this sky
I need to see your face tune out turn off drop by
I need to have you near me
I need to feel your skin
Baby can you hear me
Lover let me in
The dictator has fallen there’s freedom in the streets
I haven’t found a feather but I heard a million tweets
This genie left the bottle back in Nineteen Eighty-Four
Someone tells me Oceania’s still winning the war
It’s cold in the place there’s a fire in the sky
I need to see your face tune out turn off drop by
I need to have your near me
I need to feel your skin
Baby can you hear me
Love let me in
There’s chaos down on Main Street they’re walking around like drones
All these Abercrombie zombies staring at their phones
Their thumbs are doing something they’re bowing to the street
You take that needle from their arms you’ll find a dog in heat
It’s cold in this place there’s a fire in the sky
I need to see you face tune out turn off drop by
Tune out turn off drop by

I’ll Leave When I’m Ready to Go
The Flower got another one this town’s insane
I can’t wait till summer when we light the flame
They talk about leaving I already know
I’ll leave when I’m ready to go
You can tell me your stories open your heart
You might even reveal your soul
They talk about leaving I already know
I’ll leave when I’m ready to go
I promise you mother I’ll shelter her pain
I’m just her kid brother but she’d do the same
I’ll stand in her corner she’s up for this fight
She quietly whispered last night
You can tell me your stories open your heart
You might even reveal your soul
They talk about leaving I already know
I’ll leave when I’m ready to go
These contradictions have served me so well
From believing in nothing to going through hell
From classical beauty to the songs of this land
Here I stand a man
There’s no way of knowing the truth of this world
But for the love of a boy and a girl
I could tell you I love you but you already know
I love you I love you so
And I’ve told you my stories
I’ve opened my heart
I long ago revealed my soul
You can tell me you love me
I already know
I’ll leave when I’m ready to go
I’ll leave when I’m ready to go

Monterey
Another anytime night in nowhereville
The rink flood lights flooding the hill
The west end gang the Monterey crew
You cover him I’ll cover you
Old man Churchill fought the war
For his house up on this hill
Left his back inside the mill
Some nights you’d hear him say
I love Monterey
Shuffle those sticks assemble the lines
I’ll be Orr I’ll be Howe
The west end girls are here for the show
I’ll be Phil who’s Tony’o
Julie’s sister wasn’t right
So they locked her up inside
For showing in grade nine
Some nights you’d hear her say
I hate Monterey
Oli oli all come free
Open up your eyes and dream with me
Monterey
My brother Tom woke me up at five
To tell me heroes never survive
You know I hate to see you cry
Late last night Lennon died
My cousin Frankie fought with fire
Janie fought for her life
Greg gave his away
Some night you’d hear them say
I love Monterey
Another anytime night in nowhereville
Jay Aymar: Lyrics for Passing Through

Seriously Delirious
No wife, no kids…
There but for the grace of god a few close shaves
I spend my Mondays just like they’re Sundays
All you need are six until you’re in your grave
I’m alright, I’m ok don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m seriously delirious
I was conceived in the summer of love
A little bundle of joy sent down from above
And while a half a million hippies were throwin a bash
I was rockin the cradle to the sweet Johnny Cash
My old man engineered that train
Like a streak bolt of lightning right through the rain
He’d say keep your head steady son and don’t look back
And that’s how you keep your train on the track
I’m alright I’m okay don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m seriously delirious
Give me a line
Give me a hook
Walk me to the bridge
Watch me cook
The other day I saw the forest clean through the trees
I saw a million wandering minstrels a bunch of Dylan wannabees
They were walking round in circles they were waiting for some call
Someone’s gotta tell them a hard rain’s a gonna fall
Cause the kids are swapping files man just like they’re swapping spit
The record biz is dead Zed the kids don’t give a shit
But a song is still a song when it kicks you where it counts
So I’ll lie here in this gutter and sing my sermon from the mount
I’m alright I’m okay don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m seriously delirious
Give me a line
Give me a hook
Walk me to the bridge
Watch me cook
I’m alright I’m okay don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m seriously delirious
I’m alright I’m okay don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m serious

Garbo and Hepburn
Madeline was a cute girl she liked centre stage
When she was a younger girl she acted older than her age
She was always filled with confidence bursting at the seams
Garbo and Hepburn always in her dreams
Nineteen was a young age for living on the road
Missing the boys and the dances before her seeds were sewn
And her mind would always wander home as it happens in one’s teens
Garbo and Hepburn always in her dreams
So throw another broken heart into the pile of shattered dreams
Her boulevard was fading fast just like the silver screen
At twenty-two she took a bit role in a two bit uptown play
It dramatized the life and times of a girl who lost her way
And this girl was set adrift at sea a place she’d never been
Garbo and Hepburn always in her dreams
She’d play the wife and the mother in her toughest role
She’d never win an Oscar but she played with so much soul
And she’s filled with four start memories of Crawford and Norma Jean
Garbo and Hepburn always in her dreams
So throw another broken heart into the pile of shattered dreams
Her boulevard was fading fast just like the silver screen
She goes to church each Sunday now and contemplates her age
She knows the curtain will be falling soon cause all the worlds a stage
And she prays that in another world she can play the queen
Where Garbo and Hepburn are always in her dreams

Could It Be
I held you in my hands you were on my breath
We were making plans almost until death
Living just this side of lonely in that house we built of stone
Our thoughts are always shared although we share them all alone
Could it be…you’re tearing down the walls that surround me
You’ve opened up my door and found me
You’ve got a pearl within your heart
And Portia in your eyes
May West in your breast
And Aphrodite in your thighs
You’re a rainbow in a hurricane
A queen inside a fool
You’re anything you’re everything
You’re your own golden rule
Could it be…you’re tearing down the walls that surround me
You’ve opened up my door and found me
The future’s an illusion
When the past is left alone
Now is the confusion
It’s the understood unknown
Echoes in the distance getting closer every time saying
If I can’t do the loving then don’t commit the crime
Could it be…you’re tearing down the walls that surround me
You’ve opened up my door and thrown away the key….
Could it be ….you’re tearing down the walls that surround me
You’ve opened up my door and found me
Could it be

Passing Through
We turned Jesus into Elvis who turned records into bread
We work the world for now that our king is dead
From the Vatican to Graceland we’re playing in one chord
And singing gospel numbers in the name of lord
We all loved the King yet we crucified him too
So love me tender baby I’m only passing through
Well I pulled into this town a few hours ago
I drank a Long Tall Sally and a King Creole
My painted lady waitress was hotter than the sun
If I were made in Memphis boys she could’ve been the one
She said, now that you’re done boy what you wanna do
I’m a long gone daddy baby I’m only passing through
She said it’s alright do what you gotta do
It’s alright do what you gotta do
She said it’s alright do what you gotta do
I’ve come to realize we’re all just passing through
She said I’m waitin for the answers till the questions go away
I keep talking to myself till I have nothing left to say
There’s trouble in the alley they’re at it every night
They’re digging up my past and burying the light
I’m not looking for a savior just something that feels true
A tiny piece of heaven while I’m only passing through
I said they sacrificed my love three hours down the road
They caught a couple sparks then they left me in the cold
I’ve been hooked on inspiration for so long it’s been abused
I could never be you savior baby I hardly own my truth
And these howling winds of Handy got me feeling way too blue
This living clean is killing me I’m only passing through
She said it’s alright do what you gotta do
It’s alright do what you gotta do
She said It’s alright do what you gotta do
It’ a blink of an eye boy we’re all just passin through
We turned Jesus into Elvis who turned records into bread
We work the world for profits now that our king is dead
From the Vatican to Graceland we’re playing in one chord
And singing gospel numbers in the name of lord
We all loved the King yet we crucified him too
So love me tender baby I’m only passing through

HOLD ON NASHVILLE
Looking at the red-eye
Woefully wishing I could fly
But as the weight of my wallet goes
I’m a greyhound kind of guy
I’ve got my six-string and my suitcase
A week’s full of wages and a worn-out face
But like the needle running through the groove
I’m gonna make my break I got something to prove
Hold on Nashville here I come
You’re gonna have to adopt this immigrant son
You’ll have no choice I’ll be there every night
Got a bit of a voice and I can write
To all of you six-string singers in town
You better get your boots back on the ground
I think it’s time that you spit out your bubble-gum
Hold on Nashville….hold on Nashville here I come
I overheard the bus driver say
I run down at least a dozen a day
He said long as I’ve been running this track,
Every other day I run another dozen back
But if you’re good son you’ll get a chance
They might invite you to the dance
I said sir you just don’t understand
You’ll never catch me dancing to that kind of band
Hold on Nashville here I come
You’re gonna have to adopt this immigrant son
You’ll have no choice I’ll be there every night
Got a bit of a voice and I can write
To all of you six-string singers in town
You better get your boots back on the ground
I think it’s time that you spit out your bubble-gum
Hold on Nashville….hold on Nashville here I come
As I look out upon the road
I got the feeling that my future’s told
I got a couple of dreams to share
I’m never quite sure if they’re going anywhere
But if you see me make the climb
Have a gentle prayer on my mind
And remember all of the songs are true
Most about loving all of you
Hold on Nashville here I come
You’re gonna have to adopt this immigrant son
You’ll have no choice I’ll be there every night
Got a bit of a voice and I can write
To all of you six-string singers in town
You better get your boots back on the ground
I think it’s time that you spit out your bubble-gum
Hold on Nashville….hold on Nashville here I come

All I Want
Had a beer with a friend of mine at one of those fancy outdoor deals
Chasing heaven on Friday night you put your money down and spin the wheel
In walked some beauty-queen about the prettiest girl I think I’d ever seen
But her eyes were hollow man they looked like holes
Open windows to an empty soul
All I want is a normal girl wrapped up in a normal world
Who don’t see a damn thing wrong with a six string sing-a-long
Has a natural love of kids and keeps a piece of love well hid
Feels good in old blue jeans high heels or limousines uh huh
Yeah that is all I want
Saturday in the afternoon I stopped into a store called the Crescent Moon
Met a beautiful girl dressed in vintage clothes with a tattooed shoulder of a bloody rose
She had a kind of look on her face as if to say she could have been my saving grace
I said girl I’m a little bit old for you she said age only matters if you want it to she said
All you need is a beautiful girl wrapped up in a beautiful world
Who don’t see a damn thing wrong with a six string sing-a-long
Has a natural love of kids and keeps a piece of love well hid
Feels good in old blue jeans high heels or limousines uh huh
Yeah that is all I want
I sat down to the Sunday news if was fashion report with girl named Sue
She made it very clear there was never any doubt that blues are in and reds are out
Killed the tube and put the radio on and I heard an old Courtney Love song
Thought maybe old Sue and Courtney could do a duet about going Hollywood
All I want is a normal girl, wrapped up in a normal world
Who don’t see a damn thing wrong with a six string sing-a-long
Has a natural love of kids and keeps a piece of love well hid
Feels good in old blue jeans high heels or limousines uh huh
Yeah that is all I want

The Cowboy I Know
Here’s a new country song
Like the old west
It’s dust in the mouth
With an old buck skin vest
I’ve been down the off-roads
And I’ve yet to find
Too many real cowboys in these modern times
But the cowboy I know he’s a lonely old loser
A victim of love lost a broken down boozer
His horse is silver and two-door with rust-stains
His holdout is Lucky’s and old bar just off main
No gun fights at high noon no roping young cattle
Just ladies and liquor are is only battle
And he speaks like an outlaw who’s only done wrong
That outlaw is singing this song
Some folks say he’s as free as the wind
But his wind blows cold and storms on without end
Through the school of the hard knocks
While the names on the jukebox
They are his gang just a small world of friends
And the day when his cowgirl would be moving on
It was whiskey till midnight and tears until dawn
So he’d saddle up next to some brother in arms
And they’d talk of what few living cowboys there are
But the cowboy I know he’s a lonely old loser
A victim of love lost a broken down boozer
His horse is silver and two-door with rust-stains
His holdout is Lucky’s and old bar just off main
No gun fights at high noon no roping young cattle
Just ladies and liquor are is only battle
And he speaks like an outlaw who’s only done wrong
That outlaw is singing this song

Worthless String of Pearls
I see you’re still breaking hearts
I see you’re still going strong
Still searching for the centre of
All night long
Well maybe it’s your crazy world
Taking pieces of all those girls
Well I won’t be another one
To be strung to your worthless set of pearls
Well I guess I had it coming dear
But the reason I keep coming here
Are for reasons that I can’t explain
You’re in my veins
I’m stepping off the Tilt-a-Whirl
And into the honest world
It’s funny how you can’t buy love
With a worthless string of pearls
We’ll chart a course and take it slow
We’ll ride it through the highs and lows
Let the wind take us where we go
Heaven only knows
I’ll hold my breath and close my eyes
And wish upon that big surprise:
Oh brush away those natural curls
Let’s see that string of pearls
I thought about you every night
Praying you’d both be alright
I’m sorry for the mess I made
I should have stayed
She asks about you everyday
She taught herself how to play
We all agree she daddy’s girl
Our little Pearl
We’ll chart a course and take it slow
Ride it through the highs and lows
Let the wind take us where we go
Heaven only knows
I’ll hold my breath and close my eyes
And wish upon that big surprise
Oh brush away those natural curls
Let’s see that string of pearls
Jadea sings:
I’ll hold my breath and close my eyes
And wish upon that big surprise
Jay sings:
Oh brush away those natural curls
Let’s see that string of pearls
BOTH JAY AND JADEA
We’ll hold our breath and close our eyes
And wish upon that big surprise
We’ll brush away those natural curls
To see the string of pearls

I Really Don’t Remember
I walked with an Ojibway man
Through the Garden River First Nation Band
Where the train bridge said this is Indian land
I really don’t remember
I shared a bit of his berry wine
It kind of kicked me where the sun don’t shine
a pow wow out on Jardan Mine
I really don’t remember
I think I smoked some of Shinwalk’s plants
Searching for the original trance
Think I learned a traditional dance
I really don’t remember
Hey hey hey…Anin Anishinabe hey…Ooohh ohhh ohhh…Mr. White Man….hello
Took a course on Canadian affairs
I was way too gone to be even hanging there
They had a Mic-Mac woman guest lecturing there
And this I do remember
She talked about the low test aerial planes
The suicides homicides and all the shame
And how we’re using mother natures name in vein
And yes I do remember
I was sitting in the back of that class
For the very first time I took off my mask
I cleared my throat and began to ask
And I’m sure they all remember
Why is it that we don’t take the white educators and the tribal chiefs sit down together to see if they can come to some understanding on how we can help the first nations people? As those words were leaving my lips I was quickly interrupted by the red-headed Irish professor
she said what’s your name son I said Jay Standing Scared she said well Jay it looks as though you need to shift the focus of your paradigm away from those Eurocentric attitudes that you have adopted it is very naïve to assume that our first nations people would have anything to learn from the white mans culture does this answer your question
Upon leaving the classroom that day I met up with the Mic-Mac woman…
She said I heard your question son
I just don’t think they took the time to listen to the rest of the story
Please tell me there’s more to the story
I said you’ve been reading my mind
So I told her
I walked with an Ojibway man
Through the Garden River First Nation Band
Where the train bridge said this is Indian land
I really don’t remember
I shared a bit of his berry wine
It kind of kicked me where the sun don’t shine
a pow wow out on Jardan Mine
I really don’t remember
I think I smoked some of Shinwalks plants
Searching for the original trance
Think I learned a traditional dance
I really don’t remember
Hey hey hey…Anin Anishinabe hey…Ooohh ohhh ohhh…Mr. White Man….hello

Farmer’s Cry
You don’ know what I’m going through
You know my crops are down and my tax is due
No you don’t know you just don’t know
You’re saying help the farmers from your city streets
In your ivory towers eating grade A beef
Yeah you know me you just know me
Cause when the wind goes whipping through my wheat fields
It looks just like an ocean wave and my heart goes dead
And I bow my head
And when the sun starts climbing over those white pines
Am I the only guy who really sees it shine
Cause it’s shining yeah it’s still shining
Well the men in suits they made their way out here
I offered them a meal and a homemade beer
But they would not they just could not
They said we’re sorry man we know just how you feel
But it’s all a part of a city deal
Yeah they knew me they just knew me
Oh when the wind goes whipping through my wheat fields
It looks just like an ocean wave and my heart goes dead
And I bow my head
And when the sun starts climbing over those white pines
Am I the only guy who really sees it shine
Cause it’s shining yeah it’s still shining
Well I gave them a ride out to the southern side
I signed the contract and swallowed my pride like poison
It tasted just like poison
So I told them
When the wind goes whipping through my wheat fields
It looks just like an ocean wave and my heart goes dead
And I bow my head
And when the sun starts climbing over those white pines
Am I the only guy who really sees it shine
Cause it’s shining yeah it’s still shining
Jay Aymar: Lyrics for Halfway Home

GONNA LOVE YOU ANYWAY
there’s something about the way you laugh
gonna capture it in a photograph
shrink it down to wallet size
with a flick of the wrist i’m looking in your eyes
well you got your doubts baby that’s okay
do your thing i’m gonna love you anyway
baby you’re a dying breed
and open book an easy read
tell you what I’d like to do
but tonight it all comes down to you
cause you got your doubts and baby that’s okay
do your thing I’m gonna love you anyway
tell me something you think i don’t know
where did we come from
where will we go
when your happy gets happy it’s a beautiful thing
the sun comes out and the angels sing
a heavenly song about your big old heart
it beats so loud it’s tearing me apart
got your doubts baby that’s okay
do your thing i’m gonna love you anyway
this old worlds got nothing on me
close my eyes and I fall asleep
dream you’re lying by my side
come over here let me hold you tight
well you got your doubts baby that’s okay
do your thing i’m gonna love you anyway

MY CHERRY COLOURED ROSE
said I was a tough man
i had mouths to feed
from majoring in the minors
to selling cars rose you helped me believe
you’d say come on don put your game face on
you can make it if you try
and no one really knows how much i’ve cried
since my cherry coloured rose has died
i’m cold and blue is missing you
i’m cold and blue is missing you
it seems like every time they put me in the corner baby
then they watch me fight my way out
they watch me take the offensive
then defend what i’m talking about
you’re the only one who really knows
i love you rose, i love you rose
the russians only rush, the czechs don’t check
canadian boys aren’t politically correct don’t you think so
it’s not for the money it’s not for the fame
i love this country rose and i love this game
(and I can hear you saying baby)
come on don put your game face on
you can make it if you try
and no one really knows how much i’ve cried
since my cherry coloured rose has died
i’m cold and blue is missing you
i’m cold and blue is missing you
they said i was a tough man
i had mouths to feed

THIS TOWN AIN’T BIG ENOUGH
bare your crosses and send in the choir
release the chains on this silent night
throw your hearts to the sacred fire
and go gently in to that good light
because
we loved we lost
and it comes at such a cost
and now
this town ain’t big enough
this town ain’t big enough
this town ain’t big enough
for the two of us
now that we’ve lost our love
these gypsy winds are blowin strong
and I’ve been bound for movin on
but you’ll stay on my mind
I’ll sing our song further down the line
moma called me and she wants me home
daddy’s sick and she’s all alone
and she could use a break
i’ll do it for the family’s sake
because
we loved we lost
and it comes at such a cost and now
this town ain’t big enough
this town ain’t big enough
this town ain’t big enough
for the two of us
now that we lost our love
and there is no reward here
no price on our love dear
just some worn out old heartaches
i saw your face on some poster
hanging down at the courthouse
saying this poor heart is haunted
unwanted unwanted
don’t let me find you in the lost and found
there’s broken hearts all through this town
and it’s no cryin’ shame
to take another’s name
don’t let your drinking get the best of you
find a woman for rest of you
and try to settle down
you’re too old to keep playing around
because
we loved we lost
and it comes at such a cost and now
this town ain’t big enough
this town ain’t big enough
this town ain’t big enough
for the two of us
now that we lost our love
bare your crosses and send in the choir
release the chains on this silent night

APPLE PICKIN
well i remember being just a skinny lad
spending all of my summers with my mom and my dad
at our camp on the island in the north channel
where the pies were made of apples
the sheets were made of flannel
it’s sunday afternoon lets get the baskets ready
call up uncle bill, aunt marie, jim and betty
we’ll pack a little lunch and change our sunday clothes
and we’ll head out to the country where the apples trees grow
we were apple pickin under the big blue skies
we were apple pickin for making those apple pies
we were apple pickin didn’t matter the kind
we were apple pickin boy it was a real good time
well we’d drive around the island till we found a couple trees
well we’d jump a bunch of fences and we’d scrape a couple knees
uncle bill would always stop and pick some berries on the way
which we’d put into our pancakes the very next day
go out on a limb son learn to take a chance
there’s a bunch of ripe macintosh hanging of that branch
now rattle that limb and shake em on down
and what we don’t catch we’ll pick em off the ground
we were apple pickin under the big blue skies
we were apple pickin for making those apple pies
we were apple pickin didn’t matter the kind
we were apple pickin boy it was a real good time
now that i’m older i buy my apples from the store
but they don’t look much like the apples from before
they’re all covered in wax with stickers on the side
and their ain’t no holes where the worms used to hide
now i go home with a brand new mission
i take a little drive just to do a little fishin’
the paths to the trees have become a little wider
and now i pick my apples for makin’ apple cider
we were apple pickin under the big blue skies
we were apple pickin for making those apple pies
we were apple pickin didn’t matter the kind
we were apple pickin boy it was a real good time

THE CHANGE
i can see it in the faces of the children in the street
in the eyes of strangers and the people that i meet
they want to rearrange i can feel the change
mother earth needs healing and father time knows best
the future’s too revealing it’s time we take a rest
we got to stop the train i can feel the change
well we haven’t changed at all throughout recorded time
we’ve passed the age of reason enlightened till we’re blind
no wonder all the poets and the painters lose their minds
you know they search for truth and beauty
when it’s oh so hard to find
the change
when music is communion and we sing a holy prayer
we’ll form a common union to whatever’s in the air
does that sound strange i can hear the change
with satellites and mega-bytes this talk is building trust
it’s like we’re finally making mud out of water in the dust man
so let it rain i can feel the change
well we haven’t changed at all throughout recorded time
we’ve passed the age of reason enlightened till we’re blind
no wonder all the poets and the painters lose their minds
you know they search for truth and beauty
when it’s oh so hard to find
the change
i can see it in the faces of the children in the street
in the eyes of children and the people that i meet
they want to rearrange i can feel the change

All I KNOW
halfway home rolling on fumes
yeah the mileage seems high
but she’d riding like new
this open road has me dreaming again
about paradise found and the state that i’m in
so many songs too many lines
to write them for you to make them all mine
and i know it’s rough when you look in my eyes
cause i play the truth wherever it lies
and it’s all i know is i know nothing at all
a picture of darwin appears in the hall
and outside the leaves start to fall
we were brought into this without a voice
taught to repent we learn to rejoice
but i fear this god is just all in our minds
our way of easing the passing of time
what if these fables all come to pass
or the answer exists in one blade of grass
maybe we’re all just molecular mass
compounds of solids liquids and gas
all i know is i know nothing at all
a picture of darwin appears in the hall
outside the leaves start to fall
but i reaper’s preparing my bed
baby slide over here my arms getting tired
a beauty like yours should be closely admired
hey how many miles do we have left to go
crank up our song let’s drive it on home
all i know is i know nothing at all
a picture of darwin hangs on the wall
and outside the leaves start to fall
all i know is i know nothing at all
a picture of darwin appears in the hall
and outside the leaves start to fall

ROCK ON
been walking around this lonely heart all night
checking out what needs repair
i really must get back in here
open up the doors let in the light
girl I like your business
girl I like your business
girl I like your business
whoa…rock on
there’s a zeppelin cover band tonight
playing down at the gaslight
i know how much you love that scene
and when you get dressed up like a metal queen
girl I like your business
girl I like your business
girl I like your business
whoa…let’s rock on rock on
i took that job at the taco king
save my money and buy your ring
you can tell your old man
that we’ve finally got a plan
girl I like your business
girl I like your business
girl I like your business
whoa…let’s rock on ….rock on
we’re holding court at the local bar
ice cold beer and air guitar
give some lovin and walk this way
i’m thunderstruck let’s shake a leg
cause
girl I like your business
i like your business
i like your business
whoa…let’s rock on … rock on
been walking round this lonely heart all night
checking out what needs repair
i really should get back in here
open up some doors let in the light

EASY STREET
i sold everything that i owned just to make a better deal
i ran up that mountain of truth just to see if it was really real
now building this castle of gold was no small feat
and now i’m living like a king of fools here on easy street
it’s where the people are all stone cold
it’s where we all do what we’re told
yeah the jokers around here really ain’t that funny
truth be told they’re all about the money
and the papers everyday
turn black and white into shades of grey
it’s survival of the fittest in a brave new world
it’s first you get the gold and then you get the girl
it’s hello welcome aboard
we’re gonna raise a little money in the name of the lord
it’s oh well good-bye
any tongue can tell it’s a nice try nice try
i was sitting on a mountain of gold back in my hometown
not a penny to my name but my friends were all around
but I had me a wandering eye and a heart that skipped a beat
and now I’m living like a king of fools here on easy street
it’s where the people are all stone cold
it’s where we all do what we’re told
yeah the jokers around here really ain’t that funny
truth be told they’re all about the money
and the papers everyday
turn black and white into shades of grey
it’s survival of the fittest in a brave new world
it’s first you get the gold and then you get the girl

CROW
It all came down to ashes after all these years
she found him dead at the mission motel
surrounded by hobo’s and tears
and the girl who stole his heart so many years ago
dropped by that motel room just to let those hobo’s know
that once upon a time he used make us laugh
and once upon a time we shared a photograph
once upon a time we used to call him crow
he was a summer moon he was a midnight tune
and oh we loved him so…the story of the crow
she told those hobo’s about crow’s daddy
who used his hands in every way
for holding whisky bottles collecting pay cheques
or plowing down anything in is way
he even used those hands to hit the boy some days
but the crow would always shrug it off and say
once upon a time he used make us laugh
and once upon a time we shared a photograph
once upon a time we used to call him dad
he was a midnight rambler he was a drunken gambler
and oh we loved him so…the father of the crow
so tell me
yeah tell me
where do crows fly
i don’t know
go ask crow
graveyards feel so empty when no one knows your name
the preacher held crow’s ashes up said a couple prayers
and thanked the few folks that came
then he talked about some god who sent down his only son
said he walked the world alone until his whole world became undone
he said once upon a time a wise man in his youth
he walked the razors edge and he always spoke the truth
he said once upon a time we used to call him GOD
he was a summer moon he was a gentle tune
and oh we loved him so
i guess a bit like crow
so tell me
yeah tell me
where do crows fly
i don’t know
go ask crow

CARRY ME BACK HOME
mother where are you tonight
wishing you could hold me tight
save me from this dying light
carry me back home
father you know me well
better than i know myself
save me from this living hell
carry me back home
hey man you call this a victory parade
you serve for five in the dessert
then they dump you in these mean streets
it’s great and glorious to die for one’s country the great lie
you know we ought’ a move a few blocks down
i heard they got a couple of empty beds tonight in box town
hey i can’t find my shoes has anybody seen my shoes
we’re soldiers who’ve lost the war
forgetting what we’re fighting for
fix me up with a little more
carry me back home
well the junk man with a crystal ball
needled me till i took the fall
and if the other side does call
bury me back home
mother where are you tonight
wishing you could hold me tight
save me from this dying light
carry me back home

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