Last Dollar (Green July)
Downtown’s a strange shade of green tonight
That summer feeling is coming back to me now
The cops are chasing something, That’s really something
The traffic’s bumping, your friends aren’t coming
I’d give you anything
I’ll give you a ride down to Grand Forks
We’ll keep our windows down
I love the wind, the sun on our skin
I love that sound
I love you
I love the smell of late July
We can spend our last dollar on some idiotic trend
Make the same mistake over and over again
We can wait around for our friends
Decide that it makes no difference
Can’t shake the sense that bad times that are coming we’re
never going back
The border lined up 50 cars… all these camouflaged people sent
down here from Mars
Sitting in Dreyton thinking… the power of positive drinking
Forget our differences… it’s all in our heads
When will it end? Where will it end?
Why will it end? How will it end?
There are a thousand top-secret silos
Launch codes that some joker knows
In the pretty summer wind, the dirty summer wind
It’s all here and it’s all hidden
We can spend our last dollar on some idiotic trend
Make the same mistake over and over again
We can wait around for our friends
Decide that it makes no difference
Mr. X
I met a runner on the road mid flight
Marathon runner, liked to run all night
City to city surfing the wake
Running for running’s sake
Got your face in the paper
Halfway to Alberta by then
Grey-black and staring back with pixelated skin
I’ll drink one for you because you got no time to
Holding up a bank in downtown Swift Current
With a pistol full of blanks
We all know the reason
Back home you’re a star
Dancing with your sisters and drinking at the bar
Diana in her black jeans Terry in a spin
You blow through like a summer storm
And blow back out again
I met a runner running out of time
Running too fast and ignoring the signs
Something you did somewhere
Conditions of release
On a tear with slicked back hair
Taunting the police
We all know the reason
Back home you’re a star
Dancing with your sisters and drinking at the bar
Diana in her black jeans, Terry in a dress
You’re hold up east of Lethbridge with a bullet in your chest
Silver Glow
You got everything you need you were born on a holiday
Your mother was a shooting star and your father was a Mardi
Gras parade
They moved around from pastel coastal town to the world’s
tallest cities
And somehow all those country roads, city streets, and
cobblestones
Brought you here to me
Did it all just start again?
Did history just end?
Will the new year, will the coming year, will next year be as
hard?
A wild fire, a ring of tires end to end
From where we been to where we are
We got everything we need and what we don’t have we’ll never
miss
What matters is what you think, what you believe, and what you
feel when we kiss
Will you do something for me before you go?
Will you say my name and will you sing that line from that one
song?
It’s the only line that you know
Will you be thinking of us in some far off city?
Everything single light driving or shining in the night
We’re the city’s silver glow
Did it all just start again?
Did history just end?
Will the new year, will the coming year, will next year be as
hard?
A wild fire, a ring of tires end to end
From where we been to where we are
Heavy Rain
The sky opened up and the rain poured out
Just for a minute I lost you there
Standing alone on the edge of the street
With the passing cars and the gutters like rivers
I went somewhere, some terrible future
Violent and bleak
Even more than we’re used to
The taste of fire burned in the air
I looked around and you weren’t there
It seems like nothing at all could mean as much to me as you do
We could live to be a hundred years old
Spend every second together
I’ll never get enough of you
The rain slowed
Heard you shout from a doorway
This strange feeling, some kind of remorse
The overpass at Portage Place
These last few years and the time that I waste
Let’s go out tonight like this was some other town
We’ll dance and laugh and tear the place down
When the end comes I hope that it’s mine
Yell, play that song boys, one more time
It seems like nothing at all could mean as much to me as you do
We could live to be a hundred years old
Spend every second together
I’ll never get enough of you
Colourful Colourful
My head is clear and my thoughts are light from the long dark
hall down a dozen flights
Young and strong and free
Ignorant, white in these new post post-post-post modern times
We’re littered with holes Rays from both poles
ImPulses fired from a distant remote
Riding no hands in debt a few grand, over the ridge down the hill
to coast and pretend
Language is colourful
Your kids are wonderful
Change feels impossible
Market unstoppable
Stock blowing out a storm blowing in with bullet sized hale
Huge folds of skin
Afraid of each other right to the end
Depressed and alone in a huge crowd of friends
Language is colourful
Your kids are wonderful
Change feels impossible
Market unstoppable
Conditions optimal
I feel just terrible
News is all horrible
It’s all unbearable
It’s crisp and cold when systems change
We’re safe and warm and entertained
A century of protest some social gain
Out of idle hands and swirling down the drain
Photos of earth beamed back from the edge
See the past and future in the infrared
From the microscopic drones to the horse-drawn sled
To the waking dead of his head on bed going off his meds
Paradise
I come from another country, paradise under the sun
English tanks and American Banks came and freed everyone
I got off the plane in December, an impossible cold
They warned me of this I remember, but you don’t ever know
Toronto was sprawling and easy, a conservative kind of clean
Money and people from all over the world living the same dream
I worked for a while in a hotel and I made some good friends
there
But I never got used to things over produced or the locals with
their $100 hair
I met a woman and we moved to the west coast but things got
weird somehow
I thought it was a joke when my visa was revoked but that’s how
it is now
People everywhere are friendly, they’ll stay up and drink all night
But the suits at immigration are always on vacation and you
never see the same face twice
I moved to another country, paradise under the stars
But I can’t afford to stay and they’re sending me away
Someone changed the laws
Indonesia
I bought a six month ticket to the south pacific
I bought some vitamin c’s and some floral-print shirts
I got a storage locker filled I gave my records to my brother
Man it felt so good to put my notice in at work
My friends threw me a party they were all so kind
I made a toast to Indonesia and my uncle started crying
I landed in Jakarta my money belt and jeans
Ten million people and me walking in my sleep
New wave synth pop music everywhere
Pitch corrected music in the south pacific air
I saw you in a movie once but I generalize
I wonder if this number is even worth dialing
Sweating through my visor hotel room on fire
Hours in the sun when my shuttle blew a tire
I slept right through the weekend and I dreamed like I was high
I woke up in the bathtub and I wished you were beside me
I’m a tourist in the streets here I‘m a tourist back at home
In a cab or in a crowd I’m completely on my own
New wave synth pop music everywhere
Pitch corrected music in the south pacific air
I saw you in a movie once but I generalize
I wonder if this number is even worth dialing
In it to Win it
Well alright some straight talk here tonight
All bottled up but we’re giving our we’re living
I got my sails up full from my apartment to the street
Switching back and forth from what I want and what I need
It feels like a movie when I see what’s going on in New York
Or back here in the suburbs it’s the summer and we sunburn
And we suffer
Yeah we suffer again
The whole country’s burning on a flat screen TV
Jesus Chris I have no idea what to believe
It’s like a giant void opened up in the world
And all of the selfish and fearful people are spilling in out of the
woodwork
Saying it with feeling
Fire up the searchlights hire more cops tonight
I always had a feeling about that family down the street
They’re a little bit wrong
Well they seem to take the worst god damn people and put them
on the radio
The sound of the times burning in the architecture and the
changing rooms
My telephone’s beaming and my television’s gone
A public service message of austerity and power from carrie
underwood
They play it twice an hour
Singing fire up the searchlights hire more cops tonight
I always had a feeling about those academic kids
They are a little bit wrong
Fire up the searchlights hire more cops tonight
I always had a feeling about you and you and you
You are a little bit wrong
Gold Coins
Every one of us – All of us, all of us
We are all capable of evil and righteousness
Our hearts are as the moon as the moon
Always a bright side and the darkness too
These two men while not related lived like brothers shared one heart
So much that their blood relations could scarcely tell these men apart
One spring morning while out riding they found a man along their
path
A wealthy merchant cart turned over scattered gold and broken back
Chorus
A fortune piled up for the taking
Each man wondered to himself of principle of consequence of a
life with so much wealth
The first stepped forward his eyes flashing
He drew his sword and killed the man
The other stood struck with horror at the actions of his friend
Brother have you lost your senses?
Murder for a bag of gold?
I’d sooner strike you down myself
than live with this upon my soul
The killer, overcome with passion, lashed out at his honest friend
Who drew his sword in disbelief and killed him in his own
defense
Chorus
Freakin
You say your faith will lead us to better times
Words like a warning shot
A train jumping the tracks, coming in too hot
Some holy fool
You said from holiness to destitution loneliness
The truth goes out the window when the building catches fire
From orthodox to loose we’re scrambling for a substitute
Some reason to continue when our hotrod blows a tire
She said, it’s alright man it’s a long weekend and everybody’s
freakin
Stopped, rolling around and we still can’t see
Playing a real game betting anything and everything
Hey this is serious
We’re giving up thinking, control
Our hands are off the wheel
Our freedom to speak out perhaps even to feel
Sitting around waiting for a magic man with giant hands to push
us on and on
Hard times are coming and we’re all here doing nothing
Star shaped ice cubes in our drinks and we’re terrified of
strangers
Her heart’s a flutter she’s convinced that Jesus loves her
He mighta loved her back if he only coulda changed her
He said, it’s alright yeah it’s a long weekend and everybody’s
freakin
