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15 Spring Street

I painted this fence with my own hands,
danced in the garage to CHYM radio
with a girl whose name was Sharron.
Her aunt lived across the road.
I babysat for her when I was 13 years old
over half a lifetime ago.
I mowed the grass ‘round the gardens
in my jean shorts and my runners,
fought with my brother in the living room.
I hit him with the blunt end of an ax.
He got mad and I got grounded.
So I masturbated for a month in my attic room.
The memories in this house leave a taste in my mouth.

I shovelled snow for the Hendersons on the corner.
They gave me cookies and Cokes.
Old skin-flint Tucker next door gave me a dollar.
My buddy Champ would whistle the secret code.
I’d jump out of my bedroom window.
We’d throw firecrackers off the rooftops.
All the memories in this house leave a taste in my mouth.

The guy down the block played saxophone
as old man Schweitzer tended his prize-winning roses
and chased us with a broom
when we cut through his yard.
The guy that owned the Minute Mart
wouldn’t let me near his daughter
so we met secretly at the arcade in the pool hall.
All the memories in this house leave a taste in my mouth.

I guess when you leave a place to long
it changes while you’re gone.
Suddenly you’re a stranger standing on the sidewalk.
Oh I’ve been standing in this spot for an hour.
Nobody’s stopped to say hello.
Only this old house seems to know that I’ve come home.

That’s not a tear on my cheek.
It’s just sometimes my eyes leak
when I say goodbye to somebody I used to know.
And it’s not that I’m weak
as I turn to leave 15 Spring Street.
It’s just hard to turn your back on a home.

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from Something Wicken This Way Comes, released January 1, 1995
Wicken: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Chris Smith: Electric Guitar
Buddy (Corb Lund): Bass
Ryan Vikedal: Drums
Cory Danyluk: Harmonica

Written by Scott Wicken. Engineered by Dave Mockford. Produced by Dave Mockford and Scott Wicken. Executive Producer Bryan Becker.

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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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