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Get It Wrong
03:58
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Romeo and Juliet tried their very best
But when he found out that his lady was laid to rest
He ran to the chapel just to see for himself
Took that poison off the shelf
Drank down every last drop but at the last
He got it wrong (he gets it wrong)
He got it wrong (he gets it wrong)
He got it wrong (he gets it wrong)
He got it wrong (he gets it wrong)
You can try to change your song but you end up right where you belong
'Cause it feels so right to get it wrong (he gets it wrong)
Christopher Columbus sailed the Western Sea
He was looking for spices and a cup of good breakfast tea
First beach he found he put a flag in the ground
Took a few seconds, had a look around
Said, "Boys, this is India! it must be."
But he got it wrong....
There was E.J. Smith the Unsinkable Ship's captain
What was going through his mind the night the unthinkable happened?
Was it the icebergs that were invisible,
Or the arrogance of feeling invincible,
That sent him down to sleep in his underwater cabin?
'Cause he got it wrong...
I've been wrong on Galiano, in Whitehorse and Japan
I've been wrong more places than most people ever been
I don't say prayers at night asking for my luck to change
If things starting going right, it would be a bit too strange
'Cause I get it wrong...
The best part of this song is this last verse
The punchline is so great, it makes the other songs look worse
it goes something like...no, it was more like...shit...
Oh, no...that's not it...
It sure sounded great when we rehearsed!
But we got it wrong....
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2. |
Sucks At Sports
03:25
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When I was growing up, I had a habit that was strange
Always liked to put myself slightly out of range
You never botch the play, if you never get the ball
I'd sit and watch my friends take the glories and the falls
Building castles in the sand
The outfield was my home and native land
I'd sing it from the edges of the fields and rinks and courts, singing
I'm a kid who sucks at sports
I'm a kid who sucks at sports
What's the point of t-ball anyway?
It's just baseball with the most interesting part taken away
So until things get more cool, I guess I'll just bide my time
I'll brush up on the rules while I sit on my behind
Building castles in the sand
The outfield is my home and native land
I'll sing it from the edges of the fields and rinks and courts, singing
I'm a kid who sucks at sports
I'm a kid who sucks at sports
Play Ball!
Here comes the pass! Shucks, I missed it...
Coach says, "You made the 'D' team, son." I didn't know that one existed...
Here comes the shot! But I never stopped it...
I made the catch!! Yeah, but then I dropped it...
So if you never win gold medals, never get the MVP,
Never make a diving catch, or even scuff your knees
You might be a dreamer and a schemer just like me
Your trophy is this song, and the architecture of your
Castles in the sand
If the outfield is your home and native land
Sing it from the edges of the fields and rinks and courts, singing
I'm a kid who sucks at sports
I'm a kid who sucks at sports, sing it loud
I'm a kid who sucks at sports, because I'm proud of it
i'm a kid who sucks at sports
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3. |
I Lit The Fire
02:39
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There's an old cabin at the end of the road
Nobody's lived there for years
There was an old man that used to,
But it seems that he's switched careers
Now he's pushing up roses at the graveyard
Next to the granny of Mikey Mcguire
So I lit the fire
I lit the fire
Everybody's living in the city
Nobody lives around here
The place was wet as a dog, the only thing in my pocket
Was a letter from my baby last year,
It said, "Johnny be good while I'm gone,
I'll be true you've got nothing to fear"
So I lit the fire
I lit the fire
I didn't think that I could light it
But decided not to fight it or go crazy with "I think I can"s
I went flick, flick flick with my $1.10 Bic
'Til a little flame started to dance
You can Google me, baby, but I won't be at that old address anymore
'Cause I lit the fire
I lit the fire
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4. |
Magnolia
04:21
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We watched our friends grow up together
Stepping past the snares and pits and mines
Some of us fell for worse, some fell for better
And somehow you stayed wild all this time
Magnolia, there's something that I never told you
Maybe tonight I'll be bold enough to say
Magnolia, no one ever could control you
Maggie, you're so beautiful that way
I remember the time you used my roof-rack like two handles
Suspended high above Commercial Drive
Your hair flickered in the wind just like a candle
And I had never felt so much alive
Magnolia...
They say that parallel lines eventually meet in some corner of the universe
But I'd be happy for a phone call, Maggie
Whichever one comes first
Magnolia...
Now I'm rolling home down highway 97
Pinned between my memories and the view
Wild flowers line the roadside, clear and present
Every one reminding me of you
Magnolia...
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5. |
Bittersweet
04:12
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We used to stay up late nights, drinking wine
At the Gates of Harmonious Interest
I used to think someone would come along, hear one of your songs
And name you the winner, name you the winner
Name you the winner
Of one of those stupid contests
But now I'm on the road, and you're on the road
We're playing badminton behind the main stage
I'm going to have another baby and your boyfriend left
And both of us look better with age
I'm too sad to celebrate it but too happy to have a regret
As we listen to the indie band fumble through their headlining set
I just think, how bittersweet can it get?
I got 1,297 emails, yeah i'm feeling pretty special today
it says here that I could be the winner, could be the winner
Could be the winner
If I send my money in right away
Ever since I was a boy all I've wanted to do
Is make a living singing songs
It's nice work if you can get it, all you gotta do is sit there
On the internet all day long
I'm too sad to celebrate it but too happy to have a regret
Sometimes the only break from the boredom is doing something that I dread
I just think, how bittersweet can it get?
And they say, "Time heals all things"
But I think Time is like a lung surgeon
Sneaking outside to smoke another cigarette
And I think, how bittersweet can it get?
Then one day I hear your song on the radio
And turn your voice up loud
I say to everybody that I know the singer, I know the singer
I know the singer
But nobody seems that proud
And I'm too sad to celebrate it but too happy to have a regret
There's a lesson in here somewhere but I don't want to find it yet
I just think, how bittersweet can it get?
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6. |
Over Time
03:04
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Ever since the days of the ancient kings
When a heart gets struck by love, deep inside
Try to tie it down with a diamond ring
But beware the heart that's willing to be tied
There's not enough diamonds in this world
To tie a heart like mine
You just gotta show me
You gotta show me over time
Two parts pickle juice and four parts gin
Chase it down with lemon, salt and Dexedrine
Got seagulls flashing in the morning light
Got a rough hotel room for the night
There isn't one moment in this world
Where sweetness will arrive
You just gotta take it
In little pieces over time
I could write a story, I could write a book
About the way you move and the way you look
Every day, every hour I'm writing it
On the pages of the memories of our kids
There's not enough paper in this world
To write it out in lines
I'm just gonna show you
I'm gonna show you over time
So hang on just a moment
There's space for one more rhyme
'Cause I'm gonna love you
I'm gonna love you over time
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7. |
Looking To You
04:01
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I'm looking, always looking
I'm listening hard for the cue
Straining the veins in my eyes, looking for a sign
Somewhere in view
Wherever you go I will follow
I'm hanging on your every word
Waiting for a syllable so divine
It might make up for all the shit I've heard
In the evening of my effort
There's two little stars shining low
The eyes of my daughter looking up at me
To try to understand where to go
Whoever you are, and whatever you do
Somebody's looking to you
Whoever you are, and whatever you do
Somebody's looking to you
Somebody's looking to you
I used to look up at my father
The way a nation looks to it's king
Mesmerized by the way his eyes would look out
To some mysterious thing
Black bear looks to the honey
The flower's looking out to the bee
Never in a million years, did I think my dad
Was looking out at me
So when Moses led his people out of Egypt
He was just a regular dude
Because he had a stutter, he was looking to his brother
To lead him out of Egypt, too
Whoever you are...
So now I'm looking, always looking
I'm listening hard for the cue
Straining the veins in my heart
Looking to learn the secret art from you
When I'm drifting out on the ocean
I look for those two little stars
Remember to keep your little light on, baby
'Cause someone's looking out for yours
Whoever you are...
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Jack Garton Galiano Island, British Columbia
Coming from Galiano Island in the Salish sea, Jack Garton's pursuit of beautiful songs has taken him as far as Europe, Canada's arctic, and the Southern USA, playing his rare combination of trumpet and accordion. Parts writer, composer and showman, Jack's show is a roller-coaster tour through the world of roots music. ... more
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