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Saskatchewan
03:21
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The days are dragging on, it’s time to hit the road again I’m going to Saskatchewan where the tall grasses blow And the highway cleanses black blood
Dogs are stirring, there’s a storm on the horizon, The winds are raging like the Assiniboine screaming And the highway cleanses black blood
An old dirt road, hidden in the corn rows
There are some things that I need to forget now And the highway cleanses black blood
These praries, they hold secrets
The winds are raging like the Chipewyans screaming And the highway cleanses black blood
Empty silos and broken down steeples A dusty town hardly worth remembering And the highway cleanses black blood
There’s a howling in the distance
The winds are raging like my conscience, screaming And the highway cleanses black blood
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Let me break like lightning and rain
And may everyone fear the thunder of my passage
In the swansong of a madman
I want the bloody sky to scream my vengeance
May the ground tremble in my wake
And may the tides rise to wash these days away
The earth will vomit in my fury
As you mouth your loved ones names choking on the ashes
The tempest it will rage
Let my name be devastation
And may it fall from the lips like blood from the wrist
I want to see this treacherous race
Face down in the crimson mire
The tempest it will rage
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Let the whisky flow, usiga beatha and a dram
I’ve got a song in my blood and the highlands in my heart
Losing control and laughing all the while Today we’re going down before the sun Fire water, singing songs of the I.R.A. and
hey, hey, baby it’s ok
Let the whisky flow, usiga beatha and a dram
I’ve got a song in my blood and Long Kesh in my heart
Losing control and laughing all the while Today we’re going down before the sun Fire water, singing songs of the I.N.L.A. and
hey, hey, baby it’s ok
Let the whisky flow, usiga beatha and a dram
I’ve got a song in my blood and a free Ireland in my heart
Losing control and laughing all the while Today we’re going down before the sun Fire water, singing songs of Sinn Fein and
hey, hey, baby it’s ok
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Yellowknife
02:43
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Let me ride across the prairies
When the sun is riding high
I want to get lost in those calm grasslands I want to drown in the empty mile
Let me ride that northern highway When the moon is riding high
I want to get lost in my tired thoughts As I roll on through the night
Take me back to Yellowknife
Where the colours dance across the sky Take me back to Yellowknife
That’s where i left my peace of mind
Let me walk that lonesome canyon
In the cool shade of the pines
I want to feel those wild northern winds Send those shivers up my spine
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Long Road Back
04:52
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Searching for signs of the sun
Through a twelve by four slot in a concrete wall
The air so thick with violence, you could almost choke on it I’ve been down
I open my eyes in the morning
The steel bars remind me just how low it can get
I sit on my bunk and read a letter, sent from rural route #1
You’re too cold to cry and it’s a fight to get by
I’ve been down but not out
I can’t stop thinking of you, it’s all that gets me through I’ve been down but not out
This time is unforgiving
For the first time my memories mean nothing This time is unforgiving
For the first time my memories mean everything I’ve been down
I can still smell the perfume you sprayed on those letters I close my eyes, let your smile take me home
Times like this can kill the best of us
It’s a long road back
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Ile-De-La-Madeleine
01:32
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The winds raged across the dunes
As the ocean crashed at our feet
We gazed into grey our thoughts lost in the pounding waves If only we could live in these moments forever
Meadow flowers in the mist, the gentle salt of your lips Alone together watching seals play in the sea
I‘d kill to see you smile like that everyday
If only we could live in these moments, forever
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Trench Street
03:09
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Old days and old ways
I think I like you better as a memory Rather than a lie
Hashish smoke and a moonlit smile
It’s funny that after all these years when I think of you That’s what comes to mind
Trench Street has never seemed so far away
And to be honest, I haven’t thought about those days in years Trench Street was just a lie
It was a strange time, just holding on when we knew to let go So many things have changed since then
Never again will I feel that cold
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