1. |
Carry Our Son
04:35
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We grieve for our son,
We wail like a hound.
Gone is he,
Dead in the ground.
He had hardly
Been a man for long.
Will you carry our son,
Carry our son?
We got a whine in the willow,
We’ve got time to kill.
We’ve got time to get mad,
And not accept your will.
You see, he was mine,
Dead in the mine.
Will you carry our son,
Carry our son?
Will you carry our son?
Will you carry our son?
We got a whine in the willow,
We’ve got time to kill.
You see he was mine,
But you do what you will.
I could ask you why,
But it’s over and done.
Will you carry our son,
Lord, carry our son?
Will you carry our son?
Will you carry our son?
Will you carry our son?
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2. |
Ain't It Hell
03:23
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You tricked me into your bed,
Shortly after, we were wed,
But, sir, I’m wedded to the pines.
Ain’t it hell?
When I saw where you stood,
My heart split like a piece of wood.
This prairie home’s no home of mine.
Ain’t it hell?
I told you I couldn’t cope,
I told you, I told you,
I hate those winters and that big sky
Oh, I’ll up and run,
I told you, I told you,
Oh I’ll up and run.
I’m stuck among the million fields,
A farmer’s wife and the wife of yield.
As soon as the babies are grown,
I’ll leave this hell.
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3. |
Dead Things Part II
05:14
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Hope life’s been good since you’ve been without me.
You look old. And who the hell is she?
Since I died, I’ve tried so hard to spare you,
But this haunt is on, and I’ll get the both of you.
When I stop, I see your living parts aren’t for me,
But your walls, they call to be broken down by me.
You’re asking for it, and I cannot let this be.
When I stop, I see your living parts aren’t for me.
On and on and on and on it goes.
Where it stops, my heart’s afraid to know.
I’m off the deep end, all for the love of you.
I depend on the scare that I’m going to.
When I stop, I see your living parts aren’t for me,
But your walls, they call to be broken down by me.
You’re asking for it, and I cannot let this be.
When I stop, I see your living parts aren’t for me.
When I stop, I see your living parts aren’t for me.
When I stop, I see your living parts aren’t for me.
When I stop, I see your living parts aren’t for me.
When I
Stop.
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4. |
Blood River 1918
04:56
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Darling, it hurts to see you here,
Stripped naked and I’m full of fear
And it feels so good,
A fear that I know well.
The war was never kind,
Since you’re home, I’ve made up my mind.
I swear to god,
I’ll marry you.
It’s a shame of a thing to let you go,
So please, please don’t go,
This is the hardest part.
When you’re better we will stay,
Doing the day to day,
This is the hardest part.
This is the hardest part.
Darling, don’t get sick like them.
You know I want to hold you close and healthy and safe
And this disease will come and go and seasons will come and go
And we’ll come and go.
It’s a shame of a thing to let you go,
So please, please don’t go,
This is the hardest part.
When you’re better we will stay,
Doing the day to day,
This is the hardest part.
This is the hardest part.
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5. |
General Taylor
01:50
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General Taylor he gained the day,
Walk him along, John, carry him along
General Taylor he gained the day,
Carry him to his burying ground
To me way hey, you Stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
To me way hey, you Stormy
Carry him to his burying ground
They dug his grave with a silver spade,
Walk him along, John, carry him along
His shroud of the finest silk will be made,
Carry him to his burying ground
To me way hey, you Stormy
Walk him along, John, carry him along
To me way hey, you Stormy
Carry him to his burying ground
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6. |
Monster
04:19
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Hide him, girl.
Don’t let him out.
This is not the plan,
He striked fear in the heart of God and man.
Your daddy’s dead,
And your mother’s gone,
Long gone.
Lock up that door.
This is not your fight to fight anymore.
Your brother, dear, he’s a monster.
Little boys like him should not be.
Do the deed,
Lock your brother away for all to see.
If you keep him close,
Things will not end well.
Stick to the plan,
Lock him up before the city can.
Your brother, dear, he’s a monster.
Little boys like him should not be.
Do what my mother did,
Locked my brother away for all to see.
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7. |
Middle Class Ontario
04:24
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We are young,
We are slight,
And we fight the good fight.
We are here,
But we’re definitely leaving here.
Oh,
This goddamn town
Won’t know what hit it when we’re back around,
But for now,
We’ll bide our time,
And sit and wait and…
This is not the place that we’ll stay,
This is just honest and intact,
Monotony at play,
This is not the where that we’ll go,
This is just middle class Ontario.
Go ahead and stay,
Be with your kind,
I’ll hold you to it, when you lose your mind.
Hear me out,
This is your one last chance to make it out.
Oh, my girl,
Look me in the face.
I cannot spend one more second in this place.
I feel sick,
And I’m definitely leaving here.
This is not the place that we’ll stay,
This is just honest and intact,
Monotony at play,
This is not the where that we’ll go,
This is just middle class Ontario.
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8. |
Klondike
05:21
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In the sun,
On the tree line,
Well, we walk,
Locking claws and eyes.
In the summer,
On the Klondike,
In the summer,
We will reunite.
O cold Northern!
You won’t tear us apart!
In the quiet
Limit of the North,
In the quiet,
My body screams for yours.
I am shut off
In winter’s wicked bite.
But I will meet you
On the Klondike.
O love of mine!
This can’t tear us apart!
Pacific son,
My pining mountie love,
I’ve had enough
Of the web our letters wove.
I am a rampart
Against the coming white
And I’ll be in Dawson
By tomorrow night.
The Klondike’s thawed!
And I’m never leaving you again!
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Skye Wallace Toronto, Ontario
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