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Live at The Yardbird Suite

by Ben Sures

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1.
Trying to fix this hole with nails boards and glue I have tools and I have time, not much else to do now the boat is sinking,I almost drowned and man I’m sore your not my last girlfriend anymore I am almost committed to growing something here I could carve a little plot, it would be easy to clear there’s a risk I might be rescued and lose my garden on the shore your not my last girlfriend anymore Your not my last girl you are the one I was hurt by and fell for but not the one who stole the goods and slammed the door your not my last girlfriend anymore So I’ll keep the fire burning in case someone sees the smoke I’ll say I wish I’d built a shelter I’ll say that when I ‘m finally broke why are we always reaching for something else or something more,or what we thought we had before,some kind of better score it doesn’t change what's at the core your not my last girlfriend anymore
2.
Revolution is blood and sorrow Revolution is tears and morals The children of Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara Are tired of his image offered up like soda Democracy does not correct itself Its peoples guts and sweat and shells Doing things ethical and obscene Right and wrong and in between Blindness is handiest in a dark tunnel Paper and a number two cone in a funnel A blend of ideologies and personal experience Roasted and filtered and sold to friends Money doesn’t make you a moral authority It’ll get you propaganda and publicity you might not get to fudge a whole war but you can fool the population for a few years more anything can start out with a good intention Any Enemy could’ve been your friend Any path can lead any number of ways Nobody’s hands are clean these days I’d like to have a holiday in Cuba Lie on the beach, drink Rum and try Scuba The children of Ernesto Che Guevara Probably Wish there daddy’d never gone to Bolivia
3.
We walked together down by the river, we held hands and we smiled we walked together down by the river we walked for a very long while and I loved you and I loved you we told stories and we held hands we tried to breathe and be cool we told secrets ,left out some details and nobody felt like a fool and I loved you and I loved you we watched the leaves on the trees turn from summer to autumn from green to yellow, orange to brown the wind blew and we caught em and I loved you and I loved you we walked together til the river froze , and we drank a little whiskey we did not care about frost or snow we were winter and we were winter frisky and I held you and I held you the winter dragged on and the walks dropped off we huddled in our tiny apartment living on noodles, sally ann videos and little disappointments then I lost you I lost you the cycle of seasons came full circle and I walked down by the river I thought of our walks and I felt warm inside i thought til i started to shiver and I missed you and I missed you
4.
this is who i am the body shaking the troubled heart the cant get finished the can’t go on the cant start not the brightest or the smartest or the dumbest either not satisfied with satisfied not into bliss and ether who are you, who am i is there a difference when we try is there really a payoff or just more things to fix are we just boring people that do boring things for kicks who are you, who am i this is who i was blind ambition and vocal cracks no eyes to my peers deaf to all the obvious facts not the best moves or the brightest but when you are young you’re dumb how else can you make mistakes I could have listened my mom who are you, who are we is there a difference when we flee is there really a payoff or just more things to fix are we just boring people that do boring things for kicks who are you, who are we she doesn’t know doesn’t see or thats what she gives off the people that act the hardest are very very soft to make the great reveal, to show the truest part would be to admit to being human and that you have a heart so its riding in a truck and blaring the horn its F bombs, hockey and porn who am I now, who was I then is there a difference in the end is there really a payoff or just more things to fix are we just boring people that do boring things for kicks who am I now, who was I then
5.
I long to be bathed in your waters buried in your arms on the steps of your temples and Cedar Trees I long for you I ache for you I yearn for you I hope and wish and dream your coal black hair rose water tea Hariri Square Mediterranean Sea Beirut, Beirut Beirut, Beirut Beirut, Beirut Crumbling Buildings War ravaged and left like age old reminders of unpaid debts The names of your women your cedar wood the world sees the danger I see the good Rafqa and Yasmin Youmna and Nour Ancient names from an Ancient shore Beirut, Beirut Beirut, Beirut Beirut, Beirut Your smokey bars hipster book sellers Thousands of lovers and Al Bossarra fortune tellers Your classical French languages lost cheese and syrup like coffee your MIlitary cost Beirut, Beirut Beirut, Beirut Beirut, Beirut and the names of your women the names of your women the names of your women
6.
Dancer 02:59
All her life she danced, left home in her teens Came back for Christmas and other in betweens All work and devotion, 20 years to craft But when she earned her big promotion her body chose a different path There is a rhythm beneath, every gesture every move Even when she speaks the words have a groove She limps with a grace, a truth that rings A Dancer, forever watching from the wings Forever watching from the wings It ended so quickly, there were few souvenirs A box of old point shoes and the salt stain of a tear There is a rhythm beneath, every gesture every move Even when she speaks the words have a groove She limps with a grace, a truth that rings A Dancer, forever watching from the wings Forever watching from the wings Where do you go, from all you know to sudden change Do you take it like that dancer, chin up and leave the stage There is a rhythm beneath, every gesture every move Even when she speaks the words have a groove She limps with a grace, a truth that rings A Dancer, forever watching from the wings Forever watching from the wings
7.
If you think this will work out You must be out of your mind I’m a ball of tension baby That ball’s about to unwind I carried that cross as far as I could now its all just rain soaked wood I won’t bear it like I should I’m afraid its time Blood from the thorns is in my eyes There are no sympathy sighs I’m the bad apple overgrown Worms and weeds and rambling bones Rambling bones To pull you To the next departure zone Every year its one step closer To another broken home Rambling bones I won’t say it makes it better To be stuck out in this nasty weather But it keeps your mind off The things that you’ve done I’d rather not analyze And find the time to criticize What’s bound to be a stupor Dumbfounded failer syndrome You can hammer this whole thing to death Hammer ‘til you’re out of breath Hammer like a rolling stone Hurting lungs and rambling bones
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Ooh Wah Baby 02:50
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Hey Baby whats your name None of your business brother When the lights go out aren’t we all the same? Think what you want, tell it to my grandmother I am not on the town, more just hanging around floating on the cusp of a world that’s mean to an old man trying to make the scene How about one little Dance This is not my kind of tune Close your eyes give experience a chance your kinda cute when you beg I need what you call The powder room I am not on the town, more just hanging around floating on the cusp of a world that’s mean to an old man trying to make the scene I wonder if she’s coming back I hope he’s found somebody new I’d like to bring her home to my little shack Chances are slim romance is wasted on unskilled youth I am not on the town, more just hanging around floating on the cusp of a world that’s mean to an old man trying to make the scene Can you blame an old man for trying I’d do the same in your shoes okay one little twirl on the floor She’ll never tell how much she loves the way he moves
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Fall Away 04:58
Spend a whole life getting good at one thing then you arrive and throw it off for something else you sweat and toil just to get it then you let it fall away chased a dream til the dream was captured when it arrived it was nothing like you thought climbed and burned bridges just to have it then let it fall away an idea stuck in your head about a lover with a little work she was convinced you were the one the second she gave in it was over and you guessed it fall away as long a there is a chase , your never still if its just out of reach you work so hard and as soon as you win, the emptiness sets in and you let it fall away I reached the age of regret and I found meaning its not something I would wish on anyone there is no where to hide and it does not subside the truth won't fall away We are not snakes who shed skin with the seasons we are closets full of could and should’ve done you don’t have to keep track, it all comes back unless we let it fall away fall away

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recorded, mixed and mastered by Miles Wilkinson

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released March 14, 2019

with The Bombadils, Joe Phillips and Stephanie Suchy and guest PJ Perry

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Ben Sures Edmonton, Alberta

Ben Sures sings in English, French and Spanish. Plays mostly folk meets roots meets world originals and and a few cover songs by Boubacar Traore, Los Zafiros and Blind Lemon Jefferson. He more recently has dabbled in electronic collaboration.

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