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He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead
Words by Y.B. Yeats (public domain) Music by Edgar Breau
Were you but lying cold and dead,
And lights were paling out of the West,
You would come hither, and bend your head,
And I would lie my head upon your breast;
And you would murmur tender words,
Forgiving me because you were dead:
Nor would you rise and hasten away,
Though you have the will of the wild birds,
But know your hair was bound and wound
About the stars the moon and the sun:
O, would, beloved that you lay
Under the dock- leaves in the cold ground,
While lights were paling one by one.
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Why Does It Have To Be This Way?
I took some window pane
I went skipping down a summer lane
Feels like a rising sun
My eyes fill with wonder
Magic was in the air
Carnival atmosphere
We were dancing face to face
I'm floating in a space
Bet you don't know my Miranda
Bet you don't care what she did today
I just found out
Why does it have to be this way? (4x)
Diamonds and dancing light
Illuminate the night
I held you by the hand
You shivered ever so slightly
Reading between the lines
Numbing exotic rhymes
I opened up the book
Astonished, I couldn't look
Bet you don't know my Miranda
Bet you don't care what she did today
I just found out
Why does it have to be this way? (4x)
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My Dark Star
02:47
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My Dark Star
Heaven knows where you are
and heaven only knows where my dark star has been
It's just the way you see things
but that's the way you are my dark star
When she's away the moments move tantalizing slow, delay
Guess I'll never know, truly who you are
You dream yourself away my dark star
When she returns stumbling stoned high upon a tightrope wire
covering up a fading scar
from the man who caused you pain
till nothing else remains for my dark star
When morning comes and the sun washes all those night blues away hey hey
She holds me in her wide eyes
Passion in her low sighs
"Love me now", says my dark star
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Days Of Golden Sunlight
04:48
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Days of Golden Sunlight
Old woman carrying bags
Seeing eye dog along tags
Autumn leaves tumbling down
Soundlessly sinking red, orange and brown
Old woman cranes her neck
Lobsided tragicomic
to the flaming orbital wheel
Glowering shadows appeal
gets me thinkin' that
These are the days
Golden days
Days of sun
These are the days of golden sunlight
Old woman, wrinkled hands
Clutching a cane she stands
Surveys the intractable day
Careening murder of crows flying away
Old woman, stone blind
Pay her no pityin' mind
Shuffling domicile feet
Here comes the lambs bleet, bleet
Sets me thinkin' that
These are the days
Golden days
Days of sun
These are the days of golden sunlight
Old pensioner redounds
in her glorious heavanly hounds
Belated baleful eye
squinting 'neath Albion's crooked sky
and I've not been drinkin'
Old woman gleans the reason
for the splash of that colourful season
Daffodils curtsey and curlicew
and the wise old owl departs as if on cue
A floppity hat I am
covered in nettles and blackberry jam
On the path of the trails I like
Shambolic excuse for a bike carries me home
These are the days
Golden days
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Martha's Back
05:12
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Martha's Back
Martha's back, she's back all right
She just blew in like a northeast wind on a bitter cold night
She said hey man I need a place to lay my head
Can I stay with you for a while can I sleep in your iron bed
Martha's back, the door slams again
She's been comin' 'round for God knows what
Since I don't know when
Martha's back, the door slams again
She's been treatin' me like I'm some kind of friend,
Martha's back
Foolish men cling to you
Where'd ya pick 'em up at the local zoo?
You mesmerize with your sweet touch
Then turn around cause it's all just a little too much
She's back, the door slams again
She's been comin' round for God knows what
Since I don't know when
Martha's back
The door slams again
She's been treating me like I'm some kind of friend
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Once you was just a flower child
Leonard Cohen used to drive you hog wild
You real all of Kurt Vonnegut's books
Not to mention the drugs, thieves and crooks
Chorus
Martha, Martha's just a victim of the night
Come out of the shadow into the light
There's a war ragin' inside of you
Listen, listen baby that just won't do
chorus
and she's treating me like I'm some kind of friend
She makes sweet love, drinks my (fine) wine but it's all pretend
C'mon baby you'll soon be leavin
and the man inside's left grievin
Till Martha's back again
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Mount Idaho
06:07
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Mount Idaho
Alpine villages, pristine lakes
Hiking and biking trails for goodness sakes
Plenty of waterfalls, hot mineral springs
Sloping meadows, those sort of things
Goldrush boomtown, silvermine ghosttown
Sandon abandoned town,
my head is spinning 'round
Idaho mountain, Idaho peak
Majestic Mount Idaho
gonna sweep this city boy off of his feet
Mount Idaho, Mount Idaho
We climbed high, Colina and I
looked down from the lookout
Heard the echoing shout out
Have you heard the news?
The Rocky Mountain daily news from nowhere
Back country advenure in Kootenany Park
Be sure to where your hiking boots, the trails are very well marked
We stayed in Nelson for Christy's wedding on the lake
I kicked around the downtown book store Colina baked the cake
Goldrush boomtown, silvermine ghost time
Sandon abandoned town
My head is still spinning around
Idaho mountain, Idaho peak
Majestic Mount Idaho
gonna sweep this city boy off of his feet
Mount Idaho, Mount Idaho
We climbed high Colina and I
looked down from the lookout
heard the echoing shout out
Have you heard the news?
The Rocky Mountain daily news from nowhere
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That Was The Week That Was
That was the week that was
there is no reason it was just because
the drinks got to me now it's goodbye love
That was the week that was
Before you came my way
I was afraid to face each drab new day
and like Tom Sawyer I would slip away
to escape the week that was
People come, good people may go
movin' fast as the world turns so slow
My heart was a desert waiting for rain
come down, come down on me again
Come down, come down
My heart was a desert waiting for rain
come down, come down on me again
That was the week that was
there never was a week so sleek as was
those seventh heavan days of hazy love
wonderful week that was
Before you came my way
I was afraid to face each drab old day
and like Tom Sawyer I would slip away
to escape the week that was
Time is a river, my life was a raft
caught in the rapids of a fractured past
My heart was a desert waiting for rain
Come down, come down on me again
Come down, Come down
My heart was a desert waiting for rain
Come down, come down on me again
That was the week that was
wonderful week that was
There is no reason it was just because
that was the week that was
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8. |
A Penny Fare to Babylon
05:00
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A Penny Fare to Babylon
Words by Edith Sitwell, music by Edgar Breau
A penny fare to Babylon,
A penny for each thought!”
“Oh, ma’am, no, ma’am,
Can’t be bought!
The Sun gives pots of money,
The Moon, her bread and honey,
When humming like a clover-field
I go up to town.
Whitened by the Moon’s flour,
All the birds I own,
Lest they be baked into a pie,
Are flown, dear, flown.
Though you whistle in the corridors
That dance into my brain—
Oh, ma’am, no, ma’am,
They will not come again.”
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9. |
Baby Don't Ya Wait On Me
04:20
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Baby Don't Ya Wait on Me
When you're lost in the street , devil knock you off your feet
and the wind begins to whistle and howl
When it's love that you lost and you're countin' up the cost
Baby don't ya wait on me
'cause I'm travellin' light on the open road
a hillbilly hollerin' truth be told
I'm content I'm alive, no more shuckin' nor jivin'
Baby don't ya wait on me
When you're long in the tooth, threadbare and uncouth
A pack of wild dogs barkin' at your rear
Maybe time you was gone, givin' up your carryin' on
Baby don't ya wait on me
Cause I'm travellin' light on the open road
a body downtrodden and a soul that's been sold
I'm content I'm alive no more shuckin' nor jivin'
Baby don't ya wait on me
Seaside sun shines brightly right before my very eyes
Early mornin' ripple on the water
Here comes the tumblin' of the waves
There I go stumblin' in my own grave
Here comes the tumblin' of the waves
The tumblin' of the waves
When they cut down your tree stand, go tearin' up your farmland
You feel the stress and the guile and the strife
and your skin starts to crawl shopping at the shopping mall
Baby don't ya wait on me
cause I'm travellin' light on the open road
a suitcase, harmonica and the cigarette I hold
I'm content I'm alive no more shuckin' and jivin'
Baby don't ya wait
Don't ya hesitate
Baby don't ya wait on me
Baby don't ya wait
Don't ya hesitate
Baby don't ya wait on me
Don't ya wait on me
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The King of China's Daugher
The King of China's daughter said she would never love me
Though I hung my cap and bells upon her nutmeg tree
The stars up in the bright blue air
Oranges and lemons were dangling there
but the king of China's daughter pretended not to see
Though I hung my cap and bells upon her nutmeg tree
The moon did give me silver pence
and the sun did give me gold
Soft blew the wind as my porridge grew cold
And the King of China's daughter pretended not to see
pretended not to see
pretended not to see me
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Edgar Breau Hamilton, Ontario
Edgar Breau’s song writing encompasses haunting acoustic landscapes woven with poetic lyricism, “short stories with developed characters, marvelous, laid back sound, trippy and rewarding” Bob Mersereau. Singer/songwriter, Edgar Breau also founded and fronts the internationally acclaimed Canadian cult band Simply Saucer, Hamilton Music Award/Baby Nova. ... more
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