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Patches of Blue
04:39
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Patches of Blue
The rain came down, the rain came pouring in
setting the stage, letting the play begin
Blow, blow fatal wind, blow fatal wind
Storm clouds roll by, rain rivers like sparkling gin
setting the stage, turning the page within
There's a drizzle grey rain on the roof
seeps into my soul on this wet afternoon, oh yeah
and there's a girl, what a pity she's aloof
unravelling time on this lost afternoon
uncovers my patches of blue
The moon looks down and moonlight comes creeping in
setting the stage, warming the life within
Blow, blow fatal wind, it's just what you do time and again
Blow fatal wind
The stars fell down, headlong came hurtling in
setting the stage, letting my birth begin
Better not, forget me not 'cause I'll always be in love with you
Better not neglect me not now my whole world belongs to you
and just like a summer sky I have my patches of blue
just like a summer sky I have my patches of blue
Just like a summer sky I have my patches of blue
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2. |
Open Road
04:18
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Open Road
You've been taking from me, you've been cheating so long drinkin' carrying on
You've been spending your nights in bad company, baby that's right
How much longer, yea yea, how much longer till I walk
down the open road
You're so yesterday,
You're so yesterday
Now I'm feelin' strong enough, acting out tough
out on the open road
You've been leading me on with your lips but your heart, your heart is long gone
In a false way you please, baby I don't need your jive ass sleaze
How much longer, yea yea, how much longer till I walk
down the open road
You're so yesterday
You're so yesterday
Now I'm feelin' strong enough, acting out tough
out on the open road
"Instrumental break"
How much longer, yea yea, how much longer till I walk?
"repeat intro"
I've been stalking the street got my very own beat a jazzy shuffle in my feet
You stumble out then you fall hear the juke joint calling you devil doll
How much longer, yea yea, how much longer till I walk
down the open road
You're so yesterday,
You're so yesterday
Now I'm feelin' strong enough, acting out tough
out on the open road
open road, mama
open road.
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3. |
Pennsylvania
04:09
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Pennsylvania
I should have known that the day would come when you would fly
I could have left you with something, all I gave was a lonesome feeling
And the rain didn't help, nor the empty bottle of rye
Come on baby, I understand now how you feel
Just say the word and I'll get behind the steering wheel
head for the U.S. border up I-95
This is a letter to a distance heart
This was your letter from the very start
This is a letter from my heart to the heart of Pennsylvania
Back in the halycon days, we tripping together
on a road from nowhere to someplace somewhere
Off highway in a field we set up a tent and in the dark concealed
C'mon baby, let's do the Little Pine River run
tramp speckled fields with gossamer newly hung
across the Appalachians to edge of Port Treverton
This is a letter to a distant heart
This was your letter from the very start
This is a letter from my heart to the heart of Pennsylvania
I've been lost and found, I'm Pennsylvania bound
We'll kayak down the Susqhama River
to Hickory Corners that's where we'll stay
with the stars cascading, shadow play creating
till Pennsylvania begins to fade
near Grove City sipping wine on the esplanade
till Pennsylvania begins to fade away
and in the dark I call, through the woods I crawl
in the driving rain, feel the love sick pain
Pennsylvania, I call upon thee Pennsylvania
that's where my baby's gone..
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4. |
Rainmakin' Man
04:10
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Rainmakin' Man
Gather 'round me sailors, hearken now to me
gather up your nets, gather creatures from the sea
lower now your sails, sail expeditiously
Storm clouds on the starboard encroaching
Now the sailboat was a schooner, three masted forty ton
she was seventy four foot by eighteen, man she could run!
so we headed out from Falmouth beneath the burning sun
with the headwinds flapping in the topsail
CHORUS
I'm a rainmakin' man,
I love the feel of soft sand
and the whipping salt breeze in and out of my hands
in long ages ago with a hey nonny no
to Nantucket and the vineyards of Martha
Now the ship she was a wench and they called her Liberté
and the captain knew her well and he loved her from the first day
I with my lady fair, reclined, enchanted we
and the wild prevailing winds were approaching
I'm a rainmakin' man
Iove the feel of soft sand
and the whipping salt breeze in and out of my hands
in long ages ago, with a hey nonny no
to Nantucket and the vineyards of Martha
I'm a rainmakin' man
a rainmakin' man
a rainmakin' man
rainmakin'
rainmakin'
rainmakin' man
rainmakin' man, love the feel of soft sand
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Maria the Sea and the Sun
I met her her in a seaside cafe
in a coastal town quaint and tucked out of the way
I pluncked my hard earned money down
She snatched it up and stuffed it in her prissy gown
I'm with Maria the sea and the sun
It's ecstasia 'cause she loves everyone
sweet potpourria of Polynesian fun
she panacea and life has just begun
She asked if I could take her home
we'd sing and laugh and dance and never be alone
So I purchased tickets for two
chartered a yacht and sailed for Honolu
with Maria the sea and the sun
It's ecstasia 'cause she loves everyone
sweet potpourria of Polynesian fun
she panacea on the California run, oh yeah
Now I'm barely living on broken dream avenue
The squalid grey tenements all surround me and there's something wrong
It's been two weeks since my bird has flown
gonna fall down on my knees and pray...
I miss Maria the sea and the sun
the ecstasia 'cause she loves everyone
sweet potpourria of Polynesian fun
she panacea on the California run, oh yeah
I met her in a seaside cafe..
in a coastal town, quaint and tucked out of the way
Now I look for Marie
so pretty...
my my Marie
she's so pretty....
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6. |
Cry Bitter Rain
06:00
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Cry Bitter Rain
You can burn down my house
smack up my car
spend my hard earned money, honey
I won't go very far
but if you should wander down harlequin lane
I'll shout out, call out, moan like a train
I'll cry bitter rain
I'll cry
I'll cry bitter rain
You can steal my leather shoes
stomp on my hat
have your daily tantrum with your coffee, hey mama now
you won't skin this cat
but if you should linger linger when the moon's on the wane
I'll cry bitter rain
I'll cry
I'll cry long, I'll cry hard, I'll cry hopeless out your name
I'll cry bitter rain
I'll cry
I'll cry bitter rain
Put a tap on my phone
punch a gap in my mouth
scratch my eyes wide open at midnight
I won't fly south
but if you should go down old hop-a-long lane
I'll shout out, call out, moan like a train
I'll cry bitter rain
I'll cry
I'll cry bitter rain
cmon momma I'll cry
Kick a hole in my wall
like a horsey in a stall
make crazy conversation, say what you want baby
It won't bug me at all
but if you should linger when the moon's on the wane
I'll cry bitter rain
I'll cry
I'll cry bitter rain
I'll cry
cry
cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
cry bitter rain
c'mon
c'mon baby
c'mon baby
come over here
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7. |
Girl On A Carousel
03:20
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Girl on a Carousel
Girl on a carousel that I once knew well when the world was young,
Go 'round my delicious belle, your capricious heart never secrets tell
In Paris, London, Rome ensconced in your grand hotel home
your devotees throng the avenues below
The puppetry of posh pretence is merely sending me
back to the hedgerows of exalted memory
for the girl on a carousel that I once knew well when the world was young
when the world was young
when the world was young
Girl on an ocean swell, rising like the tide bobbing cockleshell
Stay my unwary heart, may we never part chic madamoiselle
The symmetry of line embossed on features rare and fine
draw paparazzi through the narrow streets below
If I could but draw thee hence from dreary days of decadance
I'd tramp the hedgerows and throw all the rest away
for the girl on a carousel that I once knew well when the world was young
when the world was young
when the world was young
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8. |
Dreams Of Kerouac
04:19
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Dreams of Kerouac
On the big, old Trans-Canada highway
I was hitchhikin' my way back home
Eighteen wheeler bearin' down goes by me
and once again I'm left here all alone
I was leavin' my own youth behind,
I was leavin' my sweet lover too
'cause I was livin' out the dreams of Kerouac
way back when I first laid eyes on you
Now I'm waitin' for my ride to come
Hey, Mister, are you really slowin' down?
I'm on my way to a city grey
gritty smoke filled steel mill town
Well I met her on the streets of Winnipeg
On a dead end stretch that we once knew
panhandlin' for change, deranged
and higher than a kite I flew
Thank you, sir, I'm much obliged
By the way, can you spare me a dollar or two?
Seems I left my wallet and my watch
and my heart on Portage Avenue
Now as the years go tumblin' down
like autumn leaves wet and cold
lyin' dead upon the ground
Workin' high upon a crane in the mill
I see Winnipeg in my mind's eye
guess I always will
She sent me letters for a long, long, while
but I guess my heart was not so tried and true
'cause I was livin' out the dreams of Kerouac
way back when I fell hard for you.
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Simcoe County Country Girl
She was the kind of lonely girl who forgets in case you lie
I took her to the fields of fire and I told her not to cry
Green cornfields rippled in the playful wind as we lay in our soft bed of sin
Lone stallion kickin' up the sparkling dust
as I sealed her, winning back the long lost trust,
the broken trust of the Simcoe County Country Girl
And in the house they call Desire where all the hungry people go
I walked a tightrope to the stars and I watched the ceiling grow
I pressed her hard on ground unyielding
Something snapped and like a clock I lay unwound
I never once returned nor said farewell
but the scent of your cheap perfume surrounds me
I can still see your face, guess your ghost has found me
and that Simcoe Country country air is calling me back there
from this tenth rate hell under the spell of that country girl
from Simcoe County
I never once returned nor said farewell
but the scent of your sweet perfume surrounds me
I can still see your face, guess your ghost has found me
and that Simcoe County country air is calling me back there
from this tenth rate hell under the spell of that country girl
from Simcoe County
Simcoe County
Simcoe County
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10. |
She Love Me Like A Train
04:09
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She Love Me Like A Train
She love me like a train
I lie upon her track
She pull me down hard I slip my hand beneath her quiverin' back
Now my baby she can run till beneath the settin' sun
like a hard drivin' cold spring rain she love me like a train
She love me like a train on the Pennsylvania line
on the way to Buffalo New York and I'm a gonna make her mine
I'll meet her at the Chelsea in the heart of Cabbagetown
when the sickle moon is on the wane she love me like a train
She love me like a train
high and runnin' hot
and I'll hold her like a kite in flight and I'll whisper every thought
and she'll tell me all she knows 'bout her tragedy and pain
I'll kiss her painted lips lay my hand upon her hips
and she love me like a train
Now God only knows
what's in store for a man
between these allotted years there ain't much to understand
There's no memory in the grave
rusting riches are no gain
so c'mon baby doll, life is all so love me like a train
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11. |
Dandelion Kingdom
03:21
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Dandelion Kingdom
When the wind winds it's way through the fields of play
There's no place on earth that I would rather be
than a green lantern waste in the fields of my fancy
by a golden meadow with a girl named Nancy
singin' 'hey, ho and a way we go, donkey riding, riding on a donkey
hey, ho fast and slow
travelling can be perilous when it's double dutch or nothing at all
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Turn the leave of the book here the pleas of a princess
she said 'Help me Curdy, save me from the goblins'
doesn't seem strange at all when now and then I recall
those little feet skipping, tripping ever so lightly
singin' 'hey, ho and away we go, donkey riding, riding on a donkey
hey ho, fast and slow
travelling can be perilous when it's double dutch or nothing at all
la, la, la, la, la,la, la, la, la, la, la
Yes, yes there's a dandelion kingdom
yes, I guess, that's where I belong
yes, yes to the dandelion king
I wanna sing my dandelion kingdom song
instrumental break
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la la, la, la, la
there's a dandelion kingdom
that's where I belong
To the dandelion king
I'm gonna sing my dandelion kingdom (pause) song
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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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