1. |
Crater
02:46
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Hello there,
Gentle son.
A crater,
We’re creating.
A crater.
Getting crushed in our dreams,
Or in our dreams,
Doing all the crushing.
Shouting out,
All your plans.
Topless at Sunset,
I saw a woman.
Crater,
Getting crushed in her dreams,
Or in her dreams,
She’s doing all the crushing.
In the dark,
By the light of your skin,
She’ll wonder,
‘How did I fall in?’
Crater.
Getting crushed in your dreams,
Or in your dreams,
Doing all the crushing.
Doing all the crushing,
Doing all the crushing.
Crushing.
Doing all the crushing.
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2. |
The Conquering Sun
03:09
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It’s getting on time to plant,
Under the conquering sun.
We were willing to a man,
Under the conquering sun.
But, for the sound of the
whip-poor-will
And what is to occur,
Night is a ways off still.
Soon I will be with her,
She is more than a conqueror.
Working the fugitive dust,
Under the conquering sun.
Nature, please be good to us,
Under the conquering sun.
kfhsBut, with the sound of the
whip-poor-will
And what is to occur,
Night, the quickening thrill.
Soon I will be with her,
She is more than a conqueror.
Ooo, day is your word,
Night is the glue.
Ooo, it is the work, day is
your word, night is the glue.
Ooo, night is the glue,
night is the glue.
Ooo, conquering sun,
Night is the glue.
Ooo,
Conquering sun,
night is the glue.
Conquering sun,
night is the glue.
Night is the glue.
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3. |
Los Angeles Times
03:34
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Oh you will be known, you will be loved.
Raise a glass of hope.
Raise a glass of liberty
And a glass of something else.
May we be at ease with ourselves!
To Los Angeles times,
To all the star-free nights and
the sweet sunshine.
May we be at ease with ourselves.
And then I saw you,
Through the faux-serene,
The ‘night like a room’.
Can’t take my eyes off you.
I’ve forgotten who it is we were drinking to?
‘To the Artists!’
He was born and raised
And moved away
And lost contact with his life.
In The Los Angeles Times,
He says, ‘I wanna be known as
a guy who gives a shit,
Who has contact with his life.’
Can’t take my eyes off you
Between the walls,
‘under the roof’.
O When I saw you,
In your deep serene,
Under the uncluttered moon.
You will be known,
you will be loved.
And may I feel no worse,
May they be more
than Conquerors.
Na na na na na na.
Blah blah blah, etcetera.
(For Walter Van Tilburg Clark)
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4. |
One Good Fast Job
02:27
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I know you keep hoping history
might change,
That hope comes in a yellow dress
And all the little things that stay
the same.
One night, I promise.
Two nights, tops.
There’s no need for drama,
This is one good fast job.
Planes dropping paper, jets
dropping scissors,
Pretty soon all them chimps
are becoming
Regular Wizards.
There’s what was promised,
There’s what was thought.
Never mind the commas,
This is one good fast job.
“Say, ‘Art’s shot!” Said Wellman
to Fonda,
“Squeeze that line harder, Son,
Squeeze it like an anaconda.”
Forget the promise.
Here’s what I got.
You can do it in your pajamas,
This is one good fast job.
I had to look,
I had to go,
I had to laugh.
I had to stop,
I had to jump,
I had to act.
Listen, you sound hard,
You sound dope,
You sound like you lick
Your own envelopes.
Forget the promise.
Here’s what I got.
How badly do you want this?
It’s one good fast job.
Planes dropping paper,
Jets dropping scissors,
See the planes drop the
Paper and the jets dropping
The scissors.
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5. |
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You told me to shut-up.
Eyes shining, I’d a told me to
Shut-up too.
Are you threatening to blow it?
No, I wanna be in cahoots
With you.
It didn’t start to break my heart
Until this afternoon.
It didn’t start to break my heart
Until this afternoon.
Drive it like we stole it,
Through the snowflakes, into
The cold of the sun.
Through the lemon haze we
Drove it,
Saying, ‘I don’t want the free-
dom you want’.
We fought like two Irans.
I don’t want the freedom that
They do.
It didn’t start to break my heart
Until this afternoon.
Until this afternoon.
Dishwasher loaded,
The clanging of the dishes
Betray my trembling hands.
The clanging of the dishes,
It didn’t start to break my heart
Until this afternoon.
It didn’t start to break my heart
Until this afternoon.
Until this afternoon.
Until this afternoon.
Until this afternoon.
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6. |
Budget Shoes
02:43
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We’re walking through the
Valley of Ghosts.
You’re waling through in your
Budget Shoes.
My Sleeping Boots,
They slow down the wind,
You said, ‘We get this wrong,
It weighs a fortune.’
It weighs a fortune.
Can’t go to sleep in the
Valley of Ghosts.
You wont take your eyes
Off my Sleeping Boots.
I dreamed her face,
I saw her again.
‘To the disgrace of all,
I’m in Heaven.
Heaven. Heaven. Heaven.
Oh I awoke in the Valley
of Ghosts.
All that remained were
your Budget Shoes.
Sleeping Boots.
They slow down the wind,
They lighten up your dreams
And weigh a fortune.
They had been taken.
Don’t go to sleep in the
Valley of Ghosts!
Can’t get to sleep in these
Budget Shoes!
I’m walking home through
the Valley of Ghosts.
Can’t do a thing in these
Budget Shoes.
(for Evan S. Connell)
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7. |
Demand Destruction
02:38
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Demand destruction?
I’m becoming impatient.
How long have I waited
To hear your view?
I’m up on things,
It’s not like you think.
I get the picture
Though I rarely do.
And as the sun goes down
Along the shadow
Of this incredible war,
You say, ‘Is the accident never
Over anymore?’
Lost in the desert,
I’m becoming redundant.
Any of these shadows
Could do what I do.
I’m not a fan.
I like what you do.
It’s not like I’m thinking
All day about you.
And as the sun went down
Behind the shadow
Of this invisible war,
You say, ‘Is this accident ever
over anymore?’
Ever over anymore?
Breakdown in the verse part,
Dead spot in the lyrics,
Danger in the silence
Of the afternoon.
I’m up on things,
It’s not like you think.
I get the picture
Though I rarely do.
But when the sun goes down
Along the shadow
Of this incredible war,
You’ll say, ‘Is the accident ever
over anymore?’
Ever over anymore.
(for Dr. Helen Caldicott)
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8. |
Devil Enough
03:15
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You’re making me drop things.
I can’t hold my cup.
My state of being
Isn’t what it was.
The light. The light.
And my eyes adjust.
What’s for sure is
Devil enough.
I’m fighting words and
I’m tired and stained.
It’s a good thing you hate
Being entertained.
The Lights! The Lights!
Don’t give it another thought.
Tonight! Tonight
Is devil enough.
Tonight, tonight
Is devil enough.
And you’re making me drop
Things,
I can’t even hold a cup.
Taking up the oxygen
Until it’s all used up.
You’ll get streets ahead,
You can teach the dead
How to mourn
And how to love,
And I can’t even hold a cup.
Talks to my coffee,
Nicely, in sighs –
In the morning, just softly,
The light. The light.
The light. The light –
‘Don’t beat yourself up.’
What’s for sure is
Devil enough.
Yea, what’s for sure is
Devil enough.
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9. |
I'm Free, Disarray Me
02:25
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If it’s Wednesday, I’m free.
Though the road will broadcast
The mood
Of the sky,
And the mood
Of the sky
Is all it takes.
Breathe.
Disarray.
Wednesday’s free
If it’s Thursday I’m free.
For, ya know, whatever’s
Easy.
Whatever.
Yeah, give me
Avalanche,
Black Sea,
‘The Great Hand’.
Thursday’s free.
It’s Friday I’m free.
Though the road will broadcast
The mood
Of the sky,
And the mood
Of the sky
Is all it takes,
A breeze,
To disarray
Me.
You know the way
A dream
Disarrays
Me.
The way
You breath
Disarrays
Me.
(for Virginia Woolf)
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10. |
Saved
03:06
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The water costs more than
The wine
And there’sfar from enough
Of it all the time.
Nothing could be saved.
It all goes away.
Nothing can be saved,
But the music is so loud it flaps
My pant legs.
When you’re in one of
Your states
And they say, ‘Get over it!’
It’s not sinister or strange,
That isn’t it.
Nothing could be saved,
End of the day,
Darkness falls and colours fade
And the music is so loud it flaps
My pant legs.
When the watercosts more
Than the wine
And there’s far too little of it
All the time,
You say, ‘nothing can be saved.’
It all goes away.
Darkness falls and colours fade
And the music gets loud it
Flaps your pants legs.
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And the Conquering Sun is a collaborative album by Gord Downie and The Sadies. The album began when The Sadies performed with Downie on the CBC Radio concert series Fuse. Downie and the Sadies subsequently continued to occasionally write songs together, eventually deciding to release their original material as an album. ... more
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