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Stoners
03:34
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Oh, wonderful day, pot now legal
All your aches and pains be gone
The mute will sing, the blind will see
All in praise of this precious weed
Stoners will still be stoned
Yeah chillin’ just like Dylan on a rainy day
Not everybody must but most will just
puff their cares away
Legal weed an anti-climax just like Y-2-K
Governments may fall, stock markets too
Cop shops will empty, jailbirds will fly the coop
With our social ills just an old stain from the past
Now green is gold, and no one’s driving fast
Stoners will still be stoned
Not just them mellow funny fellows
Dogg and Cheech ‘n Chong
Dave’s not here man, but come on in and
take a rip on this bong
Now it’s your dentists and your lawyers
And they can’t all be wrong
Tear up your wasteful lawns, who needs bluegrass
When you can cultivate some Purple Kush instead
Forget the chores, just let your spirit soar
And join the movement that’s so long been abhorred
Stoners will still be stoned
Yeah chillin’ just like Dylan on a rainy day
Not everybody must but most will just puff their cares away
‘Cuz here in Can-ganj-ada legal weed was just another day
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2. |
Swing Like That
03:00
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Climbin’ up the porch of a shotgun shack
Pretty yellow dress with an open back
Long coffee legs like a welcome mat
Wishin’ my porch had a swing like that
I wish my porch had a swing like that
A Mississippi wedding in the month of July
Cotton layin’ low but the dress run high
Grinning at the bride like an old tomcat
Wishin’ my porch had a swing like that
I appreciate the little things in life I got
A cool summer breeze when the day is hot
Me I like a whiskey and a wide brimmed hat
Dreamin’ bout a girl with a swing like that
Wishin’ my porch had a swing like that
I’d been dreamin’ ‘bout a girl with a swing like that
I married that girl with a swing like that
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3. |
One Foot in the Grave
02:35
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4. |
Flowdown
03:43
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I’m with my girl, we gonna throw down
We got our hills to climb and then we gonna flow down
Then we gonna flow down
We in Revy, the weather’s changing, big breeze
Shafts of purple light are bustin’ through these big trees
Shining down on me, and on my golden girl
Gravity: the force is there now what you gonna make of it?
It pulls on me: me I like it’s pull down the mountain for the sake of it
To the sea: a path of some resistance offers test and interest
Big droppin’ steep creekin’ hard lovin’ is the best
We’re rolling common ground, new to us but more the same
Like we been here before… but knew it by another name
Yeah, we be bustin’ through these big trees
I’m with my girl, we gonna throw down
We got our hills to climb and then we gonna flow down
Then we gonna flow down
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5. |
Walk When You Wanna Run
04:55
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You take a taxi! or doom, was implied
If you goin’ to East 72nd in the south side
When the train left me lookin’ down that winter street in the sun
You better walk, when you wanna run
I stepped from the station down into the street
Saw the oil drum fires, fellas hands to the heat
Chain link over windows liquor and guns
You better walk when you wanna run
Where you goin’ Jack, Hey! Fellas called out to me
What’s that he’s packin’ is he a narc or just crazy?
More bush smart than street, I followed rule number one
You better walk when you wanna run
Yeah, I’m skirting disaster and I see up ahead
The boys hangin’ at the Spotlite seeing me seeing red
And past them the address where my delivery is done
You better walk when you wanna run
All eyes are on me, up the steps to the door
Where my knockin’ is answered by Mrs Blakemore
You see the “godfather of blues” shared a home with his mom
And she was some surprised I had walked and not run
Coffee and small talk: Junior’s on tour,
OJ’s trial on the box, and the fish and stray bullets in her…
Two fellas came into the house to check out the one
Who had walked down their street and not run
As a 20-year old I’d met him at the King Eddy
Southern Alberta’s home of the blues
He set the hook and reeled me down to Chicago
Set this country boy on fire with hoodoo fuel
We said our goodbyes, we’d had some rapport
I’d told them of bush planes and bear country (a bit like outside that door)
Deep south side or deep bush, if you don’t got a gun
You better walk, walk, walk when you wanna run
The fellas liked the bear analogy
They thought the comparison was pretty cool, you see
Now it’s a stretch for sure that they befriended me
But for Junior’s guest, just some hometown hospitality
They said, Yeah, man you’re right its bear country out there… how ‘bout you jump in with us and we give you a lift back to the train?
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7. |
Exuberance
03:54
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8. |
The Lowly Bee
04:11
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If the people of this world are gonna eat, we gotta love the lowly bee
For the folks of future Earth to eat real food, we gotta love the lowly bee
They’re on the list of disappearing things, and key to all ecology
Welcome to displeasure dome, heat breakin’ records across the land
Yeah, the heat dome’s got us cooking, wild fires raging ‘cross the land
Seems those fossil fuels that make us go now make the world too warm for man
I got the world falling down around me, falling down around me blues
Our cosmic credit card’s maxed out, seems like we got to pay some dues
It’s wild, it’s overwhelming, when you try to just absorb the daily news
The Pacific gyre of jetsam is two trillion tonnes of plastic on the loose
Hydrofluorocarbons Fukushima what on Earth now do we do
I believe anyone can make a difference in the world
Yes, I believe every person has the power to change the world
Stand up, look around, and see the world is falling down around us blues
We gotta overcome indifference, the world is falling down around us blues
Come on son un-succumb to the world is falling down around us blues
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9. |
Tuvimos
05:20
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A whirlwind of wonder and lust half a world away
A Montana boy and Berlin girl come together
come what may
It just felt so good, yeah it felt so new
Opposites attract, its true
That is until they push away
Well it’s one thing to be twenty and be
groovin’ ‘round the globe
But pushin’ thirty wanna put some pictures on the walls
Of home sweet home
O-bla-di, O-bla-da, kids running in the yard
A far cry I know from palm trees under stars
We had the magic in Antigua
but that was when we roamed
Tuvimos un amor de un tiempo cierto y lugar
Un amor que a la gente le encanta cantar
This hooks and bullets vibe, baby
Yeah, it’s something else again
I’m a stranger in your strange, strange land
A steakhouse town vegan
Well something ain’t right and I’m pretty sure it’s you
I’m splitting from this place and I’ll tell you what for too
I could love you when it was lovely
but that time has reached the end
Tuvimos un amor de un tiempo cierto y lugar
Un amor que á la gente le encanta cantar
A whirlwind of wonder and lust, half a world away
A Montana boy and Berlin girl come together come what may
Tuvimos un amor de un tiempo cierto y lugar
Un amor que a la gente le encanta cantar
Solamente el mojo no está funcionando
El mojo que estoy buscando no está funcionando
El mojo no está funcionando
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10. |
Of Different Kind
04:56
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Broken legs, broken mind
Solitudes of different kind
You can’t go and you can’t stay
Tied in knots but all undone
This day just another one
In endless Escher-like parade
In and out of this time and space we share today
In and out, an ebb and flow and fade away
The light of day illuminates
The world around us but not our states
Of being, they’re under lock and key
For all the things you’ve seen and done
The summits reached and battles won
Become eclipsed by things we cannot see
In and out of this time and space we share today
In and out, an ebb and flow and fade away
Decades long our lives are short
The ocean’s wide before the port
Is finally reached and provisions made anew
We’ve journeyed far to come back home
Now here we are, all alone
You behold your blood and I behold you
In and out of this time and space we share today
In and out, an ebb and flow and fade away
Broken home, broken hearts
The sum of oh so many parts
How now to live and give… not grieve?
And how it ends, no one knows
But all the bets on how it goes
Are off because the dealer has deep sleeves
In and out of this time and space we share today
In and out, an ebb and flow and fade away
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Ethan Askey Calgary, Alberta
Ethan Askey is an emerging singer-songwriter in the roots, blues and soul music landscape. Having served a long apprenticeship as sideman and studio session player, he’s performed from coast to coast to coast in Canada and is best known (as Shorty) in the RocknRoll Mountains. His harmonica-driven, original modern blues has roots, rockabilly, psychedelic, soul and Latin grooves. ... more
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