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Helicopter Dinosaur
02:51
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Helicopter Dinosaur
Come on friends, time to dine.
Barbeque, bottle of wine.
Sing a song to pass the time.
A dragonfly flies on by.
Dragonfly.
Helicopter dinosaur.
Mosquito chompin' carnivore.
Blue blue insect, bug of war.
A dragonfly flies on by.
Dragonfly.
Burning disk, Yellow eye.
Sky as blue as my mind.
Tommy sings Summertime.
A dragonfly flies on by.
Dragonfly.
Chorus:
Somewhere in the land beyond
Tommy still sings that song.
And all the angels sing along
to Summertime,
Summertime.
A dragonfly flies on by.
A dragonfly flies on by.
A dragonfly flies on by.
Dragonfly.
Hope this moment never ends.
Here's to all my long gone friends.
Raise your glass, drink it dry.
A dragonfly flies on by.
Dragonfly.
Chorus X2
A dragonfly flies on by.
A dragonfly flies on by.
A dragonfly flies on by.
Dragonfly.
Summertime,
and the living is easy.
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2. |
Headful
06:28
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Headful
My momma told me not to talk with my head full.
I was told to wheel my barrow
down the straight and the narrow.
Intrigued by the scene in the other direction.
I got totally lost in the funhouse direction.
I did some things I'd rather not mention.
I lost all respect for time and space
'cos everytime I punched the clock I lost my place.
The aces up my sleeve slid down my pantleg.
The joker in the mirror is laughing in my face.
I mimic every motion that he makes.
I'm ashamed to say I can't remember
the rules to this game.
Can you tell me again the character
I was supposed to play.
Make it snappy, I haven't got all day to wait
trying to make you happy.
They built a pulp mill on my stream of consciousness.
Now my dreams float along like bloated fish.
I was struck blind by a hideous vision
so my train of thought had a collision.
Now I wiggle my toes in indecision.
I'm ashamed to say I can't remember
the rules to this game.
Can you tell me again
the character I was supposed to play.
Make it snappy, I haven't got all day to wait
trying to make you happy.
I'm a square peg jammed into a round hole.
I'm a drunken rat at this tea party for moles.
I borrowed this halo just to fit the dress code.
Anybody with half an eye would see I'm damn uncomfortable.
and I
I should
Should not talk
with my headful
and I
I should
Should not talk
with my headful
headful
headful
headful
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3. |
Big City Girl
05:49
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Big City Girl
when you moved out to Vancouver
you said this town was filled with losers
you were sick and tired of the same tired faces
runnin' around the same rundown places
well you're a big girl now
you're a big girl now
big city girl
big city girl
you came home for christmas
told us all how much you missed us
showin' off your new tattoo
baby, i knew what was wrong with you
well you're a big girl now
you're a big girl now
big city girl
big city girl
and you try
to tell me those lies
but I can see it in your eyes
your small town eyes
got your postcard from detox
guess it happens to the best of us
yeah you've always got a place to crash
you don't even have to ask
well you're a big girl now
you're a big girl now
big city girl
big city girl
and you try
to tell me those lies
but I can see it in your eyes
your small town eyes
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4. |
Shaggyhead
03:38
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Shaggy Head
Hey now Shaggy Head
Hey now Shaggy Head
Hey now Shaggy Head, pass that bottle 'round.
Take another hit as it comes around.
It's been a while now living hand to mouth
Hey now Shaggy Head. Turn off that TV set.
Open the window and toss it on out.
It's been awhile now, listening to that sound.
And as the morning light walks through the window
let's be silent for awhile.
Let's be silent for awhile.
I remember vividly the moment that we met.
A memory is like a dream and then again...
What's it mean - well that depends -
I'm gonna miss you when I go,
I'm gonna miss you when I go,
I'm gonna miss you when I go,
when I go, when I go, when I go
back to Ontario.
It's the duty of gravity to pull heavanly bodies together.
It's a task it performs without fail, ever.
We can exercise our will and act in any way we wish whatsoever
but we can't control how we'll feel when the action is over.
They say there's two miles of ditch for every mile of road
and you can't watch your feet when you walk or you'll stumble and fall.
You can buy a ticket to any destination
and you'll find yourself staring back at yourself
from the bathroom mirror of the bus station,
Anyway I'm leaving. I came for a week and stayed five years
and everybody's been asking me 'round here for some kind of explanation.
I try to think of reasons and I offer excuses,
guess every cell in my body is yearning for movement.
And as the morning light walks through the window
let's be silent for awhile.
Let's be silent for awhile,
for awhile.
Let's be silent for awhile.
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5. |
Parade
02:57
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Parade
There's a detour on the road to ruin
There's a detour on the road to ruin
I'm almost out of juice. I need to refuel
with something pure.
There's a detour on the road to ruin
There's a traffic jam on memory lane
There's a traffic jam on memory lane
and the traffic light is about to change
from red to green to orange
There's a traffic jam on memory lane
I feel like a boy with my face against the glass
watching a parade of my life go past.
you do a little dance, you take off your mask
lookin' for a love that will last?
got a box of broken hearts under my bed
got a box of broken hearts under my bed
I'm 2 or 3 short of collecting the set
then again we just met
got a box of broken hearts under my bed
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6. |
Bumtown
04:16
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Bumtown
I shrugged that mouthy devil off, so tired of his hot cough at my ear. And that prissy angel didn’t make a sound as she fluttered to the ground. I took off my packsack of shitty history, shoved it in a luggage locker, ate the key. Well I got one barefoot in the grave, but you know I’m just testing the water. And death’s too fucking cold for me.
I pawned off all my broken hearts, bought some spare parts 'case my soul falls apart, traded in the chains for some patched up wings. This downtown strip’s just a runway for me. I’m the only bum in this bumtown that’s free.
Last call at the Last Supper, I was drinking ale out of the holy grail. That brother with the halo hadn’t shut up yet so I said, “hey now waitress, bring my cheque.” I stuffed my pockets with holy bread, shouldered my cross, headed for the door, passed out drunk in a ditch, slept for 3 days, woke up, looked around, slept for 3 days more. If I had a dollar for every drink I drunk, I’d buy this whole room a round. Hell, if I had a dollar for every drink I ever drunk, I’d buy the whole fucking world a round.
Brother spare me dollar, spare me a dime. I’ll spin you a tale as long as this ball of yarn of time. I’ll sing a barnyard song as off-key as this out-of-tune heart. But don’t you start thinking about it or you’ll end up just like me.
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7. |
Gone To Seed
03:03
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Gone To Seed
once I was a rainbow exploding with colour
I was a fine profusion of beautiful hues and movement
I tried to pay my dues, tried to make both shoes fit
now I'm so deep in debt and tripping over those old dance steps
chorus:
hold me up I'm weak in the knees
my garden of earthly delights is choked with weeds
and everything just became exactly what it seems
oh please help me
i've gone to seed
When I was young I was invincible like a superhero
infatuated with the visuals like a super zero
playing with my mind like some toy to be fucked with
now everything looks broken, scarred and dilapidated
All the pages in my burnt out dream diary
are victims of the viscous winds that rip them from their bindings
they whip around the buildings like swallows in the evening
catch in the grass by the railway tracks, yellow and disintegrate
chorus:
I never really lost my innosence
i threw it away with the rest of the evidence
i never really found what i was looking for
i don't even know what i was looking for
like some dandelion that just lost his head
i wish i could go back and do it all over again
I'm just a goin' downtown clown shoulda stayed at home in bed
shoulda created something beautiful instead of making such a mess
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8. |
Babblin' On In Babylon
01:56
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Babblin' On In Babylon
Got a penthouse apartment in the Tower of Babel
where I raise as much Cain as I am Abel.
The folks around here think I'm mentally unstable
'cos I'm not afraid of laying it all on the table.
So take me out, let's have some fun.
Tie me up when I come undone.
Hold my hand. Make me feel like someone.
Make me feel like someone.
Two crazy minds are better than one.
Better than one, son of a gun,
I'm babblin' on in Babylon.
Dee Die Diddly-I Dee Die Doh
I choked down a bushel of forbidden fruit,
threw it back up into the fountain of youth.
I rolled this rock up this mountain of truth.
I lost my way I got nothing left to lose.
So take me out, let's have some fun.
Tie me up when I come undone.
Hold my hand. Make me feel like someone.
Make me feel like someone.
Two crazy minds are better than one.
Better than one, son of a gun,
I'm babblin' on in Babylon.
Dee Die Diddly-I Dee Die Doh
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Scott Wicken Waterloo, Ontario
Scott Wicken is a singer/songwriter/musician/spoken word artist/poet based in Waterloo, Ontario. He's been part of the artistic/musical communities in Vancouver, Yellowknife, Edmonton and has performed in bars, cafes, art galleries and festivals across Canada. His work pays special attention to the lyric. Currently, he is a member of City'N'Eastern, an acoustic trio of original music. ... more
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