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My Last Girlfriend
02:24
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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
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Gone to Bolivia
02:43
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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
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Winter Frisky
04:07
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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
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Boring People
04:12
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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
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5. |
Beirut Beirut
03:54
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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
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Dancer
02:59
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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
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7. |
Rambling Bones
03:26
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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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9. |
Not on the town
03:34
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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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10. |
Fall Away
04:58
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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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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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