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Forgive You
03:44
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I want to forgive you, I want to forgive you, I want to forgive you but
You say you ain’t done nothing wrong, you ain’t done nothing
You’ve been hanging flowers around your apartment
For so many years you don’t recall why you started
But now you can’t ignore the stench
Coming up through the floor
And you fear we’re gonna knock it down
Every rafter, every rotten board
So you keep planting roses hoping
We don’t notice
I want to forgive you, I want to forgive you, I want to forgive you but
You say you ain’t done nothing wrong, you ain’t done nothing
This is just the way that you were raised
A heavy hand and a deep faith
Everybody makes mistakes and you’re not
Sorry for anything
You only want what’s due to you
Your family earned the revenue
And when it came time, with pride you
Stepped into your father’s shoes
I want to forgive you, I want to forgive you, I want to forgive you but
You say you ain’t done nothing wrong, you ain’t done nothing
The untold truths of history are
Crashing down, but you don’t want to see it
Beneficiary, oh boy, did you get lucky
Won’t you give up some of that power?
Why don’t you give us some of that power?
I want to forgive you, I want to forgive you, I want to forgive you but
You say you ain’t done nothing wrong, you ain’t done nothing
I want to forgive you, I want to forgive you, I want to forgive you but
You say you ain’t done nothing wrong, you ain’t done nothing
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Some Greater Power
05:46
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All the holy rollers off the highway with that direct line to God
Twitching and vibrating every Sunday, and hell, I don’t even pray
Is this life just a trail? Are we being sized up for the great beyond?
Excuse me if I’m speaking out of turn but I think you’ve got it all wrong
You feel some greater power every time you say his name
And every day you live he is showing you the way
Well, Hallelujah just isn’t something I would say
But I’m alive anyway. Ain’t I alive anyway?
You long to have some power over me and every single thing in your sights
If you credit every choice to make to God there ain’t no-one gonna tell you it ain’t right
So he has blessed every move you ever made he’s had his eye on you this whole time
Forget those bastards lying dead in the badlands; no righteous warrior ever lost his fight
You feel some greater power every time you pray
So when it comes to war why would God get in your way?
Hallelujah is not something I would say
But I’m alive anyway. Ain’t I alive anyway?
You tell me I’ve been wasting my time, singing songs and thinking thoughts about the earth
If I won’t raise my voice up to God, then what’s the point of all these silly words?
But I feel some greater power nearly every time I play
So when it comes to rock n’ roll, why would God get in my way?
Hallelujah just isn’t something I would say
But I’m alive anyway. Ain’t I alive anyway?
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All Of The Above
03:28
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Your love don’t drag you here in the middle of the night
With that “gone bat-shit crazy” look in your eye
Your love’s not vertigo or butterflies
You don’t count the seconds, you don’t lie awake at night
Your heart don’t correspond by love letter
Your mouth won’t even mention love
But what if I troubled you and spoke the truth
My heart does all of the above
Six times in the last five years I felt myself caving in
I may be just one woman but this ain’t no bleeding heart, I’ve got the strength of ten
Love letters and other forms of self-betrayal and mutiny
Maybe that’s old hat to you but baby, it’s all new to me
What is this aching, what is this poison running through my veins?
Making me talk crazy, making me do desperate things
What kind of bus are you, hitting me this hard
You seem to like this bullshit so far
Your love don’t drag you here in the middle of the night
With that “gone bat-shit crazy” look in your eye
Your love’s not vertigo or butterflies
You don’t count the seconds, you don’t lie awake at night
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I Would Rather Run
04:40
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Please don’t buy a gun, you want to stay ahead of the situation
But I don’t want to fight, I would rather run
You said the time would come but I can’t believe we’re having this conversation
I don’t want to fight, I would rather run
How do you suppose we’ll separate friend from foe?
When they’re breaking down your gate, I don’t know
And all the little children conceived after the fires started
Are these babies our enemies?
Please don’t buy a gun, aren’t you exaggerating the situation
I don’t want to fight, I would rather run
You said the time would come but I can’t believe we’re having this conversation
I don’t want to fight, I would rather run
Our little garden is an unguarded bank truck
Our plot of land is a sitting duck
What if our little garden is a sacred site?
All of a sudden it is Mecca, it is the holy land.
Our little garden took years to turn into something
we broke our backs in preparation and now we’re here
Our little garden could draw thousands once the word gets out
And you can’t sleep through all the fear
Please don’t buy a gun, I know you want to stay ahead of the situation
But I don’t want to fight, I would rather run
You said the time would come but I can’t believe we’re having this conversation
I don’t want to fight, I would rather run
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North Ontario
03:44
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North Ontario, dead-end road
Just me and the wind and the songs we wrote
Got a bit of land I can call my own
I can build a little fire when the sun goes down
There’s a friendly cafe out on seventh line
Where if I need a little comfort I can pass some time
Tell my mamma that I’m happy here all alone
Truth is I’m still working on letting you go
Truth is I’m still working on letting you go
I can tell time is taking its toll
See the lines in my face feel it creak in my bones
I can swing my own hammer, I can chop my own wood
But I couldn’t make you love me like I thought I could
North Ontario, Lake of Bays
Seems like a good place to pass my days
Tell my daddy that I’m happy here all alone
Truth is I’m still working on letting you go
Truth is I’m still working on letting you go
I’m as still as the old White Oak
You were the river and you warned me so
While I pretend I’m out here living off the land
Truth is I’m still working on letting you go
North Ontario, dead-end road
Just me and the wind and the songs we wrote
Tell my mamma that I’m happy here all alone
Truth is I’m still working on letting you go
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6. |
Signs of Hostility
04:10
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You've got your hands buried deep in the soil
Stones making holes in your jeans
You're planting chard and kale mighty early
Planting your potatoes deep
Whatever's coming, it's coming fast
It's showing signs of hostility
Whatever's coming won't catch you by surprise
You're gonna be ready
You build your fences eight feet high
You'll keep your garden safe inside
You're canning everything you can find
Every mason jar is just a little piece of mind
Whatever's coming, it's coming fast
It's showing signs of hostility
Whatever's coming won't catch you by surprise
You're gonna be ready
You don't stockpile, you don't hoard
You take nothing from the grocery store
You're an independent woman, don't need no man
You've got enough mouths to feed, don't want one more
Once you did have love, a lot of good that did
Left you more empty than you were before
But you've still got two strong hands and a capable mind and
Rows of carrots and rows of corn
Whatever's coming, it's coming fast
It's showing signs of hostility
Whatever's coming won't catch you by surprise
You're gonna be ready
You keep your hand tools as sharp as your knives
You've gone back to horses
Can't stand the TV, can't take that noise
Can't take those ugly voices
You love the beating of the raven's wings, the song of the chickadee
the calming thunder
You've got your fathers rifle and your grandmother's rosary
And you're doing fine without her
Whatever's coming, it's coming fast
It's showing signs of hostility
Whatever's coming won't catch you by surprise
You're gonna be ready
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7. |
What Matters Most
05:14
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Your forefathers cleared these woods with their backs
Dreaming of cities and the lovely life you would have
Fast cars and an office in the sky
Their blood, sweat and tears left it all for you
Your great-grandmothers suffered through the years
Raising their boys up; strong backs, good bones, no fear
With axes in hand they flattened all of this land
And they left a playground all for you
But what Matters Most?
The wolf or the payload?
Jet planes or the buffalo?
Coyote or the high road?
Your good name is known throughout the world
It sounds like money, success, nice suits, hot girls
You can take it for granted, completely shut your eyes
You will never touch soil, they did it all for you
What Matters Most
The wolf or the payload?
Jet planes or the buffalo?
Coyote or the high road?
And you let your clean mouth touch my dirty lips
For I am an animal and you didn’t mean to do it
But you couldn’t deny something deep inside
That wants to be free from what is all for you
What Matters Most
The wolf or the payload?
Jet planes or the buffalo?
Coyote or the high road?
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8. |
Downer
03:13
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You know I hate to be a downer babe
But picture this
Years in the future
The whole world is a mess
We’re still stuck in the city
Empty coffee machine
While you’re still lookin’ pretty babe
You treat me so mean
You know I hate to be a downer babe
But this just won’t do
These clothes ain’t for workin’
Nor am I, Nor are you
Gotta get out to the country
Put a spade in the ground
Say goodbye to this high rise
City lights, city sounds
You know I hate to be a downer babe
But let’s face the facts
We’re living on the fourteenth floor
Of an artefact
Couldn’t raise a chicken
Or grow a vine
Gotta get out of the city before
The city runs out of time
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Bet Smith Gravenhurst, Ontario
Bet Smith is a Canadian alternative folk singer-songwriter who weaves environmental and socio-political philosophy into rich, reflective compositions. With a voice that is gentle and familiar, Smith offers elegant melodies locked to lyrics that are paced and precise. ... more
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