1. |
How Things Are
02:35
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Calgary
03:52
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It was that open window
and something aching in my head.
Something ain’t right when you can’t get out of bed.
It was that old grey carpet
and the phone call at 2 am.
I can’t believe I fell for that again.
Goodbye baby
It’s too soon for you to tell
but I’ve learned my lesson well.
Wait and see.
Next time you think of me
I’ll be half-way down the road to Calgary.
It was the rain on the driveway
and you pulling out again.
It was the smell that was left on your skin.
It was the radio playing
a broken-hearted little tune.
I packed my bags in the dreary afternoon.
Now I’m pulling onto the highway
and the trees are blurring by
and I hate to say it
but there’s not one cloud left in the sky.
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3. |
Early Spring Outing
02:47
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In the late morning
we drove to the water
and what a time it was
After that long winter!
We watched as rainclouds
gathered along the hills
but the rain just passed us by
Oh, the rain just passed us by
Oh, the rain just passed us by
Later, with chowder
at the small bakery
we sat by the window
the light nearly blinding
Two sweet old ladies
smiled as they passed
and waved you a goodbye
and waved you a goodbye
and waved you a goodbye
Back on the highway
The rain started down
and I felt my life
in its pure, perfect timing
And I heard you sigh
And say: I like today
And I said So do I
And I said So do I
And I said So do I
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4. |
Parachute
03:56
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I sit by the window, cup warm in my hands.
Outside the sky is the color of sand.
I’m so tired of being stuck inside,
all closed up, I want to open wide.
It’s time I left this barren ground.
I’ve been here too long and it’s wearing me down.
It’s time I found another road.
It’s time I pulled my parachute out.
Everybody talks of tragedy,
The world is dying they say, Can’t you see?
But I’m looking out at the sparrow on the line
and the wind that’s blowing the back yard pine.
And now the light is full, clear across the hills.
Winter is coming and I’ve got the chills.
But it’s time I left this winter coat.
It’s time I pulled my parachute out.
Been down this road a hundred times,
it just goes on for miles and miles.
But I think it’s time that I moved on,
what’s done is done, what’s gone is gone.
I want to leave this weary world behind
like the blackbirds sailing off across the sky.
I can’t keep living with all this doubt.
It’s only ever tired me out.
And there’s a little girl spinning in the back yard,
I want to open like that—it’s not so hard.
It’s time I remembered what it’s all about.
It’s time I pulled my parachute out.
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5. |
You Sent Me a Letter
03:17
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(for Colby)
Walking West along Bernard,
thinking about you and how you are.
Walking up the path to the bridge,
thinking about you out where you live.
You sent me a letter that said you’d love the fall this year.
You sent me a letter that said the sun’s been shining here.
Doesn’t it seem like a lifetime ago
when I crashed your car after that show?
I still feel that city beneath my feet,
the winter’s hard cold and the damp summer heat.
You sent me a letter that said you’d love the fall this year.
You sent me a letter that said the sun’s been shining here.
But I’ve spent way too many years
looking back to see if the coast was clear.
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6. |
First Loved
04:04
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Look for me,
I’ll be coming down the road.
The war is done
and they’re sending us soldiers home.
Will it be like before?
Will it be like I remember?
Will it be the way you swore it would be,
like when you & I first loved?
Darlin’,
I remember those harsh words we spoke.
Let’s not keep
any burden too heavy to hold.
Let it be like before.
Let it be like I remember.
Let it be the way you swore it would be,
like when you & I first loved.
I’ve seen loss
and I’ve seen so many things taken.
There’s no time
for any living to be wasted.
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7. |
Long Drive Home
03:11
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Waiting for Christmas.
We drive as the sun
lights the backs of the hills
blue and gold.
The ice on the river
looks just like candy, you say
and your eyelids slowly close.
I want you here with me always,
asleep in the backseat against the door
on this long drive home.
The clouds form a line
across the horizon:
streaks of pink as the day closes up.
A train whistles loud
as it passes
and there, the streetlights at the edge of town.
I want you here with me always,
asleep in the backseat against the door
on this long drive home.
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Blackbird sitting on the line,
My lover’s gone again, he left me without a dime.
And just when I thought that things were going fine.
Blackbird sitting on the line.
Blackbird sitting on the line,
I was so cold to him, I was so unkind.
He was the best man I thought I’d ever find.
Blackbird sitting on the line.
Tell me, what do I do this time?
What do I do this time?
You’re out there singing your song
while I’m in here crying.
Blackbird sitting on the line.
Blackbird sitting on the line,
I’ve been so careless, I’ve been so blind.
I told him I was sorry, told him I was trying.
Blackbird sitting on the line.
Blackbird sitting on the line,
Now I’m so lonesome, so broke up inside.
How do I get me a little piece of mind?
Blackbird sitting on the line.
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9. |
Next Three Days
03:08
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10. |
long dark summer
04:55
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11. |
All Along the Highway
02:35
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Signs for cherries all along the highway
from White Lake, north to home
Sunflowers line the crooked fence rails.
It’s a long and winding road.
Smoky haze from the summer’s fires.
I long to see the bare, bright sky.
Maybe this year I will change my life.
I’m tired of all this traffic and this dust.
I won’t let this highway take me from you.
All this smoke won’t get the best of us.
Smoky haze from the summer’s fires.
I long to see the bare, bright sky.
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Kim June Johnson British Columbia
Singer-songwriter & poet living on the west coast of Canada.
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