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I could live forever
Eating ice cream in the sun
The whole town is talking about her
It’s on the lips of everyone
That I meet
But she’s with me
So they understand
Why I’ve been thinking
God’s country is wherever I am
Unbelievable plenty
Some folks just got it all
But me and my baby
We’re like honey on a spoon
Along came June
Like a flower in my hand
So I’ve been thinking
God’s country is wherever I am
If we can’t conceive of Heaven
Then what can we conceive
She’s been talking about something
That will make it all worth while
So I’ll tie my shoes
What do I have to lose
I never made a plan
And I’ve been thinking
God’s country is wherever I am
I’ve been thinking God’s country is wherever I am
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2. |
Honey On Her
03:20
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They said it was a sin
How she’d rub a crooked ear on everything
And that she seemed so sly
She said I know you are but what am I
Like they’d ever learn
That she’s not tired anymore
She’s not tired anymore
No she’s not tired anymore
Not like she was before
And she said sometimes you go about
In such great pity for yourself
and though it should have stung
She spoke as if with honey on her tongue
Like I’d ever learn
That she’s not tired anymore
She’s not tired anymore
No she’s not tired anymore
Not like she was before
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3. |
Man Of Letters
03:22
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A man of easy virtue
And a proven liar
He was born in fire
And he died on the road
His nights were cold
And the devil don’t make it easy
Don’t I know
It’s true
But neither does a girl like you
On the day that he died
He danced on nothing
Just remembering
How he’d left you unkissed
With a clenched fist
He said the devil don’t make it easy
And don’t I know that it’s true
But neither does a girl like you
He was a man of letters
And then there were floods
So now we’re not sure
What he was truly a man of
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4. |
Waiting Tables Blues
04:46
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I grew up in the country
I ate a lot of strangers
I moved away
I moved away
That seemed alright
To start a rock n roll band
I mostly waited tables
I met you there
You looked fine
And you smelled strange
Then I wrote ten hundred songs
And asked people for their allergies
I tried to die
I didn’t succeed
At anything
But I hung around with line cooks
Who died from overdoses
Now they’re in hell
They never had
That many options
I made some bad decisions
I seen a lot of women
They’re better off
I’m better off
I can’t hear them crying
Then I lost my arm and went to jail
I wrote a book that no one likes
It’ll catch on
In two hundred years
That’s what I think
Til then I’ll just say
ohh ohh ohh ohh
ohh ohh ohh ohh
ohhh ohhh
ohhh ohhh
ohhhhhhhhhhh
But I can put my arm back on
And i know that you can’t
So I’m going out the country
I’m going home
And I’ll live here forever
They’ll name the main street after me
My family name
Whatever that
Will be
And I’ll meet all the neighbours
I’ll have them round for dinner
When they’re not scared
Of my philosophy
They can teach me carpentry
So I can build a hutch out on my lawn
For my daughter to get married on
Unless I don’t care
For who she’s marrying
You know great grandma had four hundred kids
I’ve got more cousins than anyone
They’re all insane
I don’t call them
They’re not invited
To the wedding
Of my daughter
They all say
ohh ohh ohh ohh
ohh ohh ohh ohh
ohhh ohh
ohh ohhhhh
ohhhhhhhh
I take pictures of the ocean
I walk like Charlie Chaplin
I’m just as smart
As him
And I’m taller
The air here smells sweet
There’s still magic in things
Apples fall
Onto people’s lawns
And then get rotten
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I was at a party once
I was thinking about the future then
I said I liked movies about losers
Who make peace with themselves
But there was no losers there
Losers don’t live in this town
Back then I didn’t live in simple dreams
I was thinking about my enemies
Fighting over my costume
Fighting over my soul
And not a soul was there
They had nothing behind their eyes
I thought
Maybe if we
Were born in America
Things would have been different for us then
But we are bruised apples baby
Two cracked eggs
And all we had was College Street
Time to make some peace with that
Cause I don’t hear you singing there
Anymore
But it could always be worse
That’s what people say
They say it could always be worse
I was at the movies once
I was trying to relax
I bet your children they love you back
No matter what you do
I don’t like children around me
Kicking my seat
I want to live in simple dreams
I want to live in foolish jokes
This is not prestige tv
This hell was not just made by me
And it’s expensive everywhere
Where an I supposed to move
I thought
Maybe if we
Were born in America
Things would have been different for us then
But we are bruised apples baby
Two cracked eggs
And all we had was College Street
Time to make some peace with that
Cause I don’t hear you singing there
Anymore
But it could always be worse
We could be dead
That’s worse I guess
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6. |
Come Slowly
02:58
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Seems like these days
More to think and less to say
Maybe I’m just getting dumb
Can’t remember where I’m from
But I’m not going back
I’m not going back
And good things
Come slowly
To me
Good things sure come slowly
To me
Yes indeed
I’ll keep heading west
From your feet down to your breast
Cause I’m not going back
I’m not going back
And good things
Come slowly
To me
Good things sure come slowly
To me
Yes Indeed
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Celebrity Chef
03:25
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Did you hear about the new spot by the celebrity chef
His last one collapsed and crushed twenty people to death
But he’s got a new one
I heard they serve mulled wine
I used to work for him and his first born child
She would stand in the in the kitchen on her phone
And make the soup too mild
She broke glass
In all the butter scones
And then blamed me
I tried to tell him that
He said he had a degree in philosophy
And then he told me he used to play in a band
It wasn’t helpful
It wasn’t relevant at all
I started thinking then maybe he was a stupid man
He had a necktie on shaped just like a razor clam
He used to cook for the troops
He used to cook for the basketball team
He told me twenty years ago no one cared about food in this town
I said incidentally twenty years ago you could afford a place
To settle down
Cocktails cost
Twenty Two dollars
Ooof
He told me to use the expensive salt
And he told me not to mention the allegations at all
He’s got a book deal
It’s about sliced bread
A long time ago I was down in Vimy Ridge
I was trying to take some nice pictures to take home and put on my fridge
I was thinking at the time
How so many people died
For nothing
But maybe that’s just my modern sensibility
Maybe I don’t understand exactly what they did that makes me free
After all I am only in the background of several pictures of a celebrity chef
Can you say that
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8. |
Sober Song
02:35
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So I got older
Than I thought I’d be
That’s good for me
But now it’s time to make amends
For everything
I ever said
Or ever did
I’ve been a bad kid
Sang an angry song
Feeding rich folks kin
Who got everything
Except real love
And real pain
And real skin
But I’ll make amends
Even to them
I’m sorry that I wished you were dead
Now I can see
How that was unkind
I could be so mean
So I hope that you will still hire me
But I’m free today
That’s what I hear
I’m gonna get me a job
As a spinning wheel
In a vacuum
I’ll take mushrooms
And when I’m just not happy enough
I hear they got all kinds of drugs
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9. |
It'll Make You Laugh
04:10
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Love is defiant
That’s why we continue to try it
And you know it when you see it
So you be thankful for it
Cause sometimes you feel the only one who knows
But that will make you laugh enough
And I saw it coming
But I did nothing
I call em like I see em
I don’t see no calling
Sometimes I feel the only one who knows
I’ll bet it makes you laugh enough
Though it don’t make sense
It don’t make sense
It don’t make sense
But it’ll make you laugh
Enough
It’ll make you laugh
Enough
It’ll make you laugh
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Alexander Gallant Nova Scotia
Alexander Gallant is a folk singer-songwriter from Halifax, Nova Scotia. In the tradition of A Singer With A Guitar, Alexander’s songs are simple, direct, and have one foot planted firmly on the ground. Alexander believes in song as the purest method of communication, and uses folk styling to deliver his musings on the profound, absurd, and the blue. ... more
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