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Coos
02:27
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Grew up on Harlem Hill
On the other side town
Above the tsunami line
We hang our wash to dry
Cranberry bogs keep us a float when times get tough
Freedom is in the air when seas get rough
Coos County is my home
It is all I have ever known
Born and raised likely die this way
Die the way I was shown
Clouds go on for days
Cover the sky like a maze
Oh the rain it pours
And the old man he snores
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2. |
Dearest Friend
03:35
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I know exactly what you need
Complete opposite of what you are doing
Hand in the air, smoke in the other
Begging for forgiveness
From everybody but yourself
Not yourself, not selfless anymore
Mother’s medicine she don’t work anymore
Mother’s medicine she don’t work anymore
Not going to drop from the heavens
As there are no heavens to speak of
Who is lost, who is forgotten, whose unfound
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Our Fathers
03:04
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Our fathers grew up together
Oh man did they raise some hell
The hairs on the necks of their mothers did rose
From sunrise to church bells
We never knew
We never knew
We never knew who these boys really were
Our fathers grew up together
Slinging mud in a place not so far
When Burnaby Lake is your big back yard
Country life in an urban strip mall
Our fathers grew up together
Sad yet funny how times flies
Birds of a father oh they flock together
And our fathers they flew high
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4. |
Untitled
03:57
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Old lovers are having children
Still running these streets sinning
Looking for a piece of the puzzle missing indeed
A woman’s lips were made for kissing
Smooth rocks carved for skipping
Full moons, lighting naked bodies swimming in the sea
Oh I see
The way it goes
Isn’t always the way it should be
The way it goes
Isn’t always the way it could be
Oh my dear
But you’re just, just how you should be to me
The Irish Sea is calling me back home
Cardigan Bay on the streets where I once roamed
Unforgettable times in unpronounceable places
Life’s like a river full of salmon don’t waste it
Don’t waste it
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5. |
The Story
06:13
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On October 25th
Your brother he came to me
And said mama I killed a man
Could still smell the blood
On the skin of his hands
And I said son, they gonna make you a man
Twenty-five years or life
Is what they will give to you
At it seems you have yet to learn
Oh it seems you have yet to learn
And I said woman
Please tell me story
You know so well
December 1st your father came to me
He said woman I can no longer sling this dope
The high life ain’t the good life
It was portrayed to be
For sure it ain’t for me
But babe I will do
What I ever I need to, to be with you
Cause you are all I have got
And he said
Babe I will do
Whatever I need to, to be with you
Cause you are all I have got
On March 1st 1993
The first of seven oh they came to me
Their father was gangster
A gangster was all he could be
Cause when you are born in the Tenderloin
Life can be grimy as can be
People spreading dope like it’s a diseases
When the dog catches its own tail
Its been chasing for years
Not quite the pit-bull it appears
When the dog catches its own tail
Its been chasing for years
Not quite the pit-bull it appears
When you are born in the Tenderloin
And bodies wash up in the bay
Life is cheap yet death is the price you pay to play
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6. |
Life's Storm
04:31
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I can tell by the look in your eyes
That you are worried about me
Tears weighted by your smile
Tell stories, that are costly
Momma don’t cry for me
You need sleep more than I do
I am not longer a child
But I am your child it’s the truth
I look left and right at the intersection
Before locking eyes with this storm
Took the hand of the woman beside me
(Oh Lord)
A mother’s mothers tasks are never done
When weather systems blow in from the west
Bringing clouds that are describablely wet
Momma there is a roof over my head
And there is food, on the table
I am young and able
Ain’t no fool for these fables people tell
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Brooks, Alberta
03:03
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The air it smells of money
Brought by company men in the morn
The lives we live are battered
Beat up and war torn
Orange buses kick up dust
If not dust slush under dark skies
If the labour doesn’t crack you
The ammonia will make you cry
The soil was once fertile
Bison drank from a babbling brook
Until 1887 Treaty 7
When the Blackfoot and Crows hands were shook
The Queen she smiled fondly
Over her newly acquired land
Homesteaders planting rows of seeds
That’s where the wild rose began
Take me away to where the buffaloes once roamed
And the hills meet the sky
Now a place where wheat kings once stood
And now animals are sent to die
Take me away to where the buffaloes once roamed
And the hills meet the sky
Wheat kings once stood tall and free
And animals are sent to die
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8. |
Foreign Affairs
02:44
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Foreign Affairs
You’re not welcome in our community anymore
Standoff with democracy, may be resource rich, this is our war
Get out of our town now, get out of our hair
When oil leaks down that river bend no amount of money can repair
Mother earth
Please come and stand with us
Your sons daughters and family are fighting for your wealth
They are waring in the desert, organizing on the coast
Taking to the streets of the city vocalizing our common voice
Mr. Harper I hope your listening
To all your citizens, we didn’t all vote for you
Mr. Harper I hope your listening
To all your citizens, we didn’t all vote for you
Your power is not absolute
Lets talk about this problem
The one we have got on hand
A dependency so deep, the system must repremend
The crooks and the thieves, who profit off the way we live
A green future is a clean future the rest is all pretend
Mr. Harper I hope your listening
To all your citizens, we didn’t all vote for you
Mr. Harper I hope your listening
To all your citizens, we didn’t all vote for you
Keep our water blue
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9. |
Self
00:42
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People are ask you what you are do with yourself
Friends are asking what you do with yourself
Family is asking what you are doing with yourself
And you don’t know.
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Brett Wildeman Nelson, British Columbia
Brett Wildeman is a guitar strumming, nature loving musician and cyclist who shares his passion for music and the environment through his unique projects and creative initiatives.
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