Wellington Street
Buskin, pretty young thing,
She plays a violin.
All are welcome to worship,
Outside or here within.
Carpet, chairs and curtains,
Lamps of every kind.
Souvenirs and keep sakes,
All those things you never find.
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Wellington Street on a Saturday night,
Driven along or sitting down.
You can, walk to the corner
Or take a bus that’s going downtown.
Pizza joints and restaurants,
Markets open all night.
A quiet place to get a beer,
A place you can get a light.
Used books and magazines,
The latest videos and CDs.
Fruit and veggies in the summer,
In the winter Christmas trees.
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Cherry cheese and prune Danish,
A coffee to go.
This corner needs to get a light
And the traffic’s to slow.
Grace and Sally Anne,
An antique sign with lights,
Cash your checks any time,
Many locations open all night.
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Elephant Ice Cream
Saw Jesus driving a car today.
Going’ home, after work.
Elephants dancing’ after midnight,
Wearing’ leather jackets over Levis shirts.
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Thunder is only angels bowling
And you can feel it,
Right to the bone.
And there’s no telephones in heaven,
That make a racket,
Like a thunderstorm.
Jesus drives a white Mustang,
With his name written in the back.
Elephants pay with Elephant dollars
And eat peanuts eat them by the sack.
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Bridge:
Did Jesus ever see an elephant?
If he did he probable said “look at that.”
If people can ride an elephant,
Does a mouse ever ride a cat.
And Jesus plays Friday night bingo,
And eats his ice cream with a wooden spoon.
Elephants talk peanuts and politics.
In the park, every afternoon.
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Faded Silver Lining
My back is warm
Cause my house is on fire
I cut my spending
Cause my taxes are higher
I’m losing weight
Cause I can’t buy much food
I know the Law
Cause I’m being sued
I drink the whiskey
But I still feel the pain
My Silver Lining’s being faded in the rain
I take a bus
Cause I can’t buy a car
I love to travel
But I never get far
I like High fashion
But I look like a slob
At least I’m working
But I might loose my job
I got my ticket
But they cancelled the game
My Silver Lining’s being faded in the rain
I’ve got a ring
But I don’t have a wife
I got some butter
But I don’t have a knife
I’ve got a table
But I don’t have a chair
I still can’t find it
And I’ve looked everywhere
They want my blood
But they can’t find a vein
My Silver Lining’s being faded in the rain
Don’t pay much rent
Cause I live in a dive
It cost ten dollars
But I only have five
Could get free cable
But don’t have a TV
My thinking is liberal
But I vote NDP
If you don’t get it
I’ll say it again
My Silver Lining’s being faded in the rain
Just a Bunch of White Boys
Just a bunch of white boys, trying’ to play the blues.
No black suits, just blue jeans and running shoes.
They all still living’, with their wives and kids.
The things they drink their liquor from, don’t have lids.
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Their just white boys, I’m telling you,
Their just white boys, Ya it’s true,
Their just white boys, got nothin’ to loose.
They’re just a bunch of white boys, trying’ to play the blues.
Not one of them has spent, any time in jail.
Ain’t been to the crossroads, ain’t got nothin’ for sale.
Ain’t been to Chicago or the home of the Delta blue.
They live in the Gatineau, let me tell you the news.
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They play on the weekend cause they work all week.
If they don’t get home by two, their wives are gonna freak.
Their gonna be playin’ in their local bar,
Their just having’ fun they don’t want to go far.
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Don’t have big mansions, don’t drive fancy cars.
They jam in a basement and play friendly bars.
They do their own set up and carry their own stuff.
They play the blues and rock and roll they play it loud and ruff.
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Shopping Bags
A man died just yesterday night
A body it had no name
A bum run over by a city truck
There was a funeral but nobody came
Lying still in a city park
Strings cut from a marionette
Brown bag in his hands
Around a bottle that helped him forget
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When you look at him you have to think
Has he always been this way?
A bottle that never empties
And a wife that ran away
Long silver hair, a ragged coat
Hey buddy have ya got a buck
He walks the streets with his shopping bags
Saving treasures from the garbage trucks
From one can to another
How low can he sink?
But if he gets enough bottles
He’ll have enough for one more drink
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In the army he was spit and polished
His hands were always clean
He only drank on weekends
And saved his money for a dream
He lost his job, the money ran out
He never got back on his feet
His wife ran away, no money for rent
He found himself on the street
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Where are all of his people
Do they know if he’s alive?
Do they know that he’s down and out?
And always drunk by five
A man died, just yesterday night
A small head line on page three
And no one cares that he’s dead or alive
But maybe now he’s free
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Street Lights
The streetlights have been shinning all night,
It seems like there every where.
The traffic lights are changing,
For traffic that isn’t there.
I like the night cause I can be alone,
I hate it when people stare.
They look at me with faces of pity
But I know the don’t really care.
It’s not that I don’t have a place to stay,
Just a table, a chair and a bed.
I find it hard to sleep some nights,
With theses thoughts running through my head.
These pills, they take my memories,
So I won’t feel the pain.
But the good ones are just lost with the bad,
Like tear drops in the rain.
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I’m not drunk or looking for money,
They all think, I’m on dope.
My sickness is loneliness,
The pills help me cope.
I keep a faded photograph,
To help me remember a time.
When I was like the people, who stare,
Before I crossed the line.
One boy sits on his father’s knee,
One stands at the back like a man.
The last is sitting on the floor,
Holding his father’s hand.
Maybe I could have done something more,
A drunk running through a red light.
If only I had those seconds back,
There was a time I thought I might.
So the government gives me money,
Because it’s hard to find work.
And doctors give me medicine,
To take away the hurt.
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