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Blues #15
03:17
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As I understand it,
More and more I see,
The book of love was written in blood
And the blood, it came from me.
You might say I'm a sinner,
Well what if I agree?
Take your fingers gently,
Put them on the attack,
Climb inside my frail disguise,
Pull at the seams and tear the cracks.
Sunburnt and too tired to fly,
You're halfway there and goin' back.
If you mean to tell me, darlin',
Debts are comin' due,
You'll check your soul but you'll already know,
It's been six weeks we've been through.
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Is just my gettin' on to you.
As the sun starts fallin',
Straight into the lake,
You'll check your phone but you'll already know,
There's no way I'm that late.
Made just a little too hard,
So I booked it to the gate.
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2. |
Québec Ave
01:53
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People look away,
Won't meet my eye,
Well I know they stare,
I'm gonna give them reason why.
Went looking for trouble,
But trouble found out,
When trouble came looking for me,
My love threw me out.
I've got the blues,
I've got me some blues,
But I know where to go,
Down to the shore,
Québec Avenue.
My woman called me up,
"What's the matter with you?"
Well I said, "baby, don't you know,
I was brought up blue?"
Went looking for trouble,
But trouble found out,
When trouble came looking for me,
My love threw me out.
I've got the blues,
I've got me some blues,
But I know where to go,
Down to the shore,
Québec Avenue.
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3. |
Ms. Madison
05:56
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Where have you been?
Where have you been?
I've spent my life lookin' for a woman who's loaded
And ready with sin.
You're my favourite kind of evil,
With your reefer, cigarettes and gin,
Oh, would you walk on by, or with me?
Miss Maddy, won't you please come in?
Come on Miss Maddy,
Give me what's weighing on your mind,
Your name's my thought with every breath,
I'm at risk of going blind,
If you're looking for some love and affection,
How about splittin' some of mine?
Now you ask me if I'm thirsty,
But water will only draw this out,
Your name at the end of my filter
Is what I need, ain't got no doubt.
I'll be your joyful, sufferin' sinner,
You'll be what I write my songs about.
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
I've spent my life lookin' for a woman who's loaded
And ready with sin.
You're my favourite kind of evil,
With your reefer, cigarettes and gin,
Oh, would you walk on by, or with me?
Miss Maddy, won't you please come in?
Took a shock to the system,
And now I'm Kensington bound,
Met the Mad girl in the alley,
She paid it off to stick around.
All it took was a little less confusion,
And a lot more Chinatown.
Now I cursed and I grumbled,
I took her hand in hand,
How can I be anyone at all,
If I can't be your man?
She said, "you don't need me for nothin' boy,
I hope I can make you understand."
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
I've spent my life looking for a woman who's loaded
And ready with sin.
You're my favourite kind of evil,
With your reefer, cigarettes and gin,
Oh, would you walk on by, or with me?
Miss Maddy, won't you please come in?
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I've been hearin' rumours,
I've been hearin' they're true,
But I've got a secret,
Lend your ear over here,
Let me tell it to you.
I believe
We're livin'
In the second comin' of the blues.
Paid a thousand dollars a month,
For a hundred square feet of room,
Would be cheaper to live at the Waverley,
But I hear they're shuttin' them down too.
I believe
We're livin'
In the second comin' of the blues.
The CAF gets a new deal,
Every time you turn on the news,
The Décarie falls onto people,
But there's no money, so what can we do?
I believe
We're livin'
In the second comin' of the blues.
I have no faith in our leaders,
Empty pockets and fourth-hand shoes,
I walk the streets downtown,
I hear whispers of fire and murmurs of doom.
I believe
We're livin'
In the second comin' of the blues.
And it's here for me,
And it's comin',
It's comin' for you.
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Man you run with that woman,
I'll bet you can bet,
You'll be livin' like a west-coast slave,
To your next cigarette.
'Cause when my time came around.
Ain't no blues gonna tear my body down.
Man you come to my door,
With a cheap hat and hot tea,
Askin' 'bout some long-lost woman,
But my bat says you've gotta leave.
'Cause when my time came around.
Ain't no blues gonna tear my body down.
She's a real duplicitous.
The one true devil nun,
Man I know if you knew better,
You'd hit ground, boy, you'd run!
'Cause when my time came around.
Ain't no blues gonna tear my body down.
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6. |
Backstep Blues (Bonus)
03:54
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I’ve been sittin’ on my back porch baby,
I’ve been smokin’ and waitin’ on you.
I’ve been livin’ in a haze, lover,
This your last chance to pull me through.
My baby’s so cold, it ain’t fair,
My baby’s colder than a frigid air.
I’ve been sittin’ on this backporch chair, honey,
I’ve been drinkin’ and waitin’ on you.
I’ve been livin’ off my lust, lover,
If you want to persue it, better do it soon.
My baby’s so bad, she don’t care,
My baby’s colder than a frigid air.
I’ve been sittin’ on this backstep, baby,
I’ve been thinkin’ and waitin’ on you.
I’ve been livin’ with a stop sign in my mind,
And if I ran that red, I wouldn’t care what you said.
My baby’s so bad it ain’t fair,
My baby’s colder than a frigid air.
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