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Cradle Me
03:44
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There was a rainbow over Hope so I pulled off for a grilled cheese
Saw the reflection of the sunset in the okanogan valley
I drove the Coquihalla listening to Scorpion
I played in a record store in Calgary and was on my way when I was done
I’ve felt the Lord in the breath of the prairies
And driving by the mountain sky
Holy snow, holy green
A woman on Denman, she took my hands for dancing
I’ve observed this country catch my float and cradle me
I read my horoscope in the Coffee News at the oldest cafe in the coulees
Got me all defensive, said all pisces swim lonely
The woman behind the counter was a swan just like my sister
Hers is the self-consoling voice in my head
She don’t know that I miss her
A woman sits reading, she acts like she is expired
From hitch-hike days, bellbottomed boys
Water and desire
She’d like me married but sees her face when she looks at me
My mother is my country
Let me go but cradle me
I met a man on an island he played the fiddle he played the game
We walked among the oysters, he was lonely just the same
If it weren’t for rehearsal maybe he’d catch my show tonight
But in the morning I’ll be on a ferry, in the evening I’ll catch my flight
I am Amelia, I can warm my own hands
And I’ll deny most nights I long
To crash into a man
Let me crash fiercely, oh make me needy oh make me weak
I’m at home when I’m alone
But take my weight and cradle me
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2. |
Glowstars
03:31
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Glowstars on my ceiling
I can hear my dad snoring
My lunch is in the fridge, it’s packed for school in the morning
I’ll teach kindergarten
Duty in my Doc Martens
A charismatic administration will show me my classroom
I’ll tell them I’m a faker
Just a babysitter in a blazer
Sometimes I teach high school
Sometimes I teach science
I hand out crossword sheets and deal with adolescent defiance
But they just want attention
Some time answered questions
They’re just cropped top kids and misfits doodling dreams on their looseleafs
The queens and the slackers
They’re just babies waiting for what’s after
Meanwhile I’ll try to find the girl who would have been me
Meanwhile I’ll try to be a mother to them all
But I am no teacher and no starving artist
Just looking for balance
I’ll eat dinner on the table that I used to do my homework on
Finally it’s the weekend
I go uptown with some old friends
Some are married some are nurses some don’t have any plans yet
I look ‘round the party
At the flirts and the posers
But mostly I see pre-teens leaning up ‘gainst their lockers
Disappointed big talkers
Missing Lego, dodgeball and soccer
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3. |
Avocado
03:14
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You’ve got your secret stretchy jeans
And made the online postings
Notifying to your anties and the public you’re expecting
People ask if it was planned and you say “bitch” under your breath
You are glowing you are growing something similar in size to an avocado
An avocado
You’ll stay up all night starring
In the cradle speculating
If the nose might look like his but its got your eyebrows maybe
Baby shoes and baby voices, picture books and tired under eyes
And feeling shocked and weirded out not long ago it was an avocado
And avocado
What if you are not smart enough to help them with their homework
And all their friends are assholes and you can sense them changing
What if they’re funnier than you are you’re intimidated
What if they’re so sad and lonely not even blanket forts can help your avocado
Your avocado
Someday they may not let you brush their hair or know who Zack is
You’re reduced to secretary and chauffeur to every practice
You’re still the one who knows them sleeping, when they’re tired, proud or nervous
And when their grown you’re still the one that they will come to when they’re uncertain
Still your avocado
Your avocado
So eat your greens and do your squats
Let others feel it squirming
This is next level learning about life and you and loving
Call your friends, we want to help you
We can raise it all together
But for now enjoy the quiet, pretty soon your little pal will be a mango
A little mango
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4. |
Cool Feet
04:15
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We like driving in the car
Ed Sheeran on the radio
Your hair like fire out the window
And I can see you five years back
The camping trips and garage beers we already had
You were handmade for me, I believe
That you know how to cool me down
Lay your feet on me
In our castle on this marsh
You are all I see
And August will be ours every Summer we spend
‘Cause in the Summertime I married my best friend
We will live here in Grand-Bay
Your mom will help mind the babies
We’ll see familiar friends doing groceries
Vacations and Thanksgivings as a dad
And finding time to remind you that
You were handmade for me, I believe
You look beautiful today
When we grow tired and sentimental
This picture will be on the mantle
And you can still sit on my lap
We can laugh on all the adventures we’ve had
And how you were handmade for me I believe
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5. |
This Beer
02:44
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It was the end of the contract
Out in British Columbia
Everybody was fed up
And missing home
I was aching in the summer heat
When my crew boss from my home town came to me
“You’re from Saint John”, he said
And he handed me a Moosehead
My Dad worked at the brewery
Punching the clock since he was twenty eight
It put me through university
In more ways than one
I could drink a whole case of it
And feel alright in the morning
At your camp, on your boat, or your shed
I bet you’ve got a case of Moosehead
It’s the sound of your friends staying at least another half hour
It’s the taste of this Port City
It’s the smell of my father
It’s a kitchen party, game of crib, bonfire on the beach
It’s a late night at the rink, or finally turning nineteen
You say it’s just a beer
‘Cause you’re probably not from here
This beer is home
When I’m on the road and far away
People ask me about my hometown
They think we’re all so kind
I say they’re mostly right
I say there’s room enough for strangers
But be on your best behavior
Cause everybody is a friend of a friend
And everyone drinks Moosehead
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6. |
Chetwynd
04:22
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Everything’s dusty in Chetwynd, BC
Working from a motor inn with a crummy TV
Scrambling ‘round in the tumbled-down woods of the North
Trying to pay of degrees we don’t know what we got for
Every night we don’t work the next day
We drink to remind ourselves how freedom tastes
At the strip club; the only bar open in town,
Karaoke at the legion is over by now
The roads are lined with carvings of mermaids
This ocean is green, and it gets in my boots
I’ve never craved Coca-Cola so badly
I’ll visit my brother in Vancouver soon
Everyone’s skinny in Chetwynd, BC
Fourteen-hour days planting next decade’s trees
A cigarette and Kraft Dinner is dinner tonight
I meant to call my mother but I ran out of time
And everyone’s horny in Chetwynd, BC
Lonely and lustful for some company
But I value your friendship too much, I’m afraid
To redo the mistake we already made
The roads are lined with carvings of dragons
I don’t feel funny, I can’t keep up with you
I think of my friend who I hated so badly
I’ll stop being stubborn and call her up soon
Everyone’s clueless in Chetwynd, BC
Their jobs were too corporate, they wanted to be free
Book a flight to Nepal, maybe waitress again
But don’t think about it til the season ends
Called my sister, her son’s on the swing
Called my friend so she could show me the ring
I looked at my watch but there wasn’t one there
So I played my guitar and then I brushed my hair
The roads are lined with carvings of aliens
Ask me my birthday and look at the moon
Apparently I won’t find the answers this lifetime
Hopefully I’ll come up with a good question soon
Everything is dusty in Chetwynd
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7. |
I See Green
05:01
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When I look at you I see green
Like the color of the water underneath the trees
With my face in your chest I feel safe
Yeah I could lay there with you all day
Thanks for taking the time to get to know me, to get to know me
Thanks for taking the time to get to know me, to get to know me
Goodbyes are opportunities to realize how you really felt
Lean against the memories
I missed you already knowing this day would come
When I’d become a spec behind the places you will go
Just as long as you don’t forget I took the time to know you
I’m going to buy a roll of film and capture your face
I won’t develop the pictures for a hundred days
I’ll send you a postcard from the place you’re from
But by the time you return Hell I’ll be be gone
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8. |
Horny and Bored
03:33
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I’ll make some tea and play piano
I’ll dry my dishes after dinner
Dust collects on my coffee table
Maybe I’ll clean it off tomorrow
Oh, somebody comfort me
With commentary
Tell me a story
Tell me you love me
I’ve been waiting for some guy on the cross walk to compliment my jacket
I’ve been hoping that the guy on the barstool next to me is single
This is the oldest that I have ever been
But lonely I’ve been before
No one sees me sleeping
The fan just shakes its head
The dryer and the kettle
The noisy mockery of morning
Oh, urgency take me
Stimulate me
Make me feel funny
Make me come
I’ve been screaming, arching into the the nighttime
Awake and independent
I’ve been aching for some pain and some passion
Conversation on your stomach
This is the coldest that I have ever been
I’m horny and I’m bored
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9. |
Sports Bar
02:55
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Take me to a sports bar in the strip mall on the weekend
We’ll split three pitchers, play some pool, you’ll touch my knee and
Drop me off later with nothing but a honk and goodbye
We won’t look at each other ‘cause we’re scared either one of us will try
But you can kiss me if you want to
Just to test the waters
Boy you make me shy,
Is there something here to save?
Are we holding out for friendship?
Are we holding out in vain?
You are chasing sunsets in the Arizona canyons
And I am chasing stages in a Winter so Canadian
And honestly I don’t think of you when I’m boozing with some far out clowns
But every Chevrolet will be your truck when I make my way to town
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10. |
Manitoba
03:09
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I can feel the cold in my bones
I can feel a chill in the wind
We’ve all heard the news, it’s whispering
Around the town, the bars, the barns, the eves
Manitoba is burning
And the streets of the city are quiet today
We don’t got enough arenas or cots
Enough bread to break over the loss
We don’t got enough sense of humour to laugh at it again
The coincidence
And the whales are beaching on the shore
And people have been angry so long they don’t know why they’re angry anymore
And the voice that should consol us all is a voice that nobody can stand
We’ll fix it all by building homes on stilts when we run out of land
And we can’t call the shooter a terrifying man
If we’re going to build a wall, it better be a damn
And the nightingales, we’ve found our tongues
We’re reclaiming the sanctity of our skin
But the bourgeois pigs are snacking on our arms and legs in this apocalypse we’re in
If extreme rain wipes out the patriarch
The Lord won’t part the sky and send down an arc
We can feel the cold in our bones
We can feel the cold in our bones
We can feel the cold in our bones
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11. |
Face
03:23
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I like the face you make when you’re trying to beat me at Scrabble
I like the face you make when it’s frozen on Facetime
I like the face you make when you see me in something skimpy
I like the face you make when you’re wondering what’s on my mind
I like your sleeping face, and your smirking face
You’re puzzled face and your focused face
I like the face of your body, of your heart and your mind
Baby I could watch your face all the time
I could stare at your face all the time
I like the face you make when you’re lifting something heavy
I like the face you make when you’re lifting me on your lap
I like the face you make when you think you’re teaching me something
I like the face you make when I’m scratching your back
I like your shaved face, and your beard face
Your that’s-a-bad-smell face, and your tired face
I like the face of your body, of your heart and your mind
Baby I could watch your face all the time
I could stare at your face all the time
I like the face you make when you’re pretending you like what I cooked you
I like the face you make when you’re changing gears in your car
I like the face you make when something is a riot
And I like the face you make when you take a joke too far
I want to touch your face, and hold your face, and wash your face
And bless your face, and test your face, and rest on your face
And kiss your face, I miss your face
I want to hang a giant painting up in oil
Of your face
Your face, I really miss
Your face, so much it hurts
Your face
I could stare at your face all the time
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Kylie Fox Fredericton, New Brunswick
Kylie Fox is a Canadian singer songwriter, fusing indie-folk storytelling with vintage elements of jazz and alternative rock. Her perceptive lyrics and undeniably catchy melodies are illustrated by a classically trained voice, warm and textured with a laid -back richness. With influences like Joni Mitchell, Brandi Carlile and Sharon Van Etten, her music is ethereal, lush and real. ... more
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