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Diving White Horses
02:36
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Diving white horses they climbed up again
Look down to the clear blue lake
Diving white horses were beautiful then
Kings and Queens of a dream we could never wake, from
If I must leave here before my time
If the last boat has gone for the night
May a picture of diving white horses in flight
Guide me in to the white of the endless light
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2. |
Queen City Believes You
03:20
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Early on that April night
Some kinda hell broke loose in Memphis and I
Bolted for Atlanta caught a bus to Detroit
Trying to make it through the northern borderline
Well I ain't no saint
But I ain't no assassin just a man with no lie
But in the decade of the patsy we're just innocent bullets
Trigger fingered by invisible hands and I know that
Queen City believes you
Queen City believes you no more
From a quiet room on Ossington
I watch for one of my names to appear in the headlines
I've got so many now I don't know which one
I should be looking out for
But I feel a fierce heat coming up from the south
I feel the cold fist of judgement coming down
I'll be a hero in Rhodesia or I'll see you in hell
But I ain't gonna waste away between the walls of a prison cell
Queen City believes you
Queen City believes you no more
Look at you with my disinterested eyes
Queen City be my mask tonight
Queen City believes you
Queen City believes you no more
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Niagara Street
03:29
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Lay with me
Down on the hallowed street
Where Tecumseh's lionized
Stay with me
Stay in the amber light
Don't let the headlights catch your eyes
You don't feel it,
Still it runs right beneath us baby
You don't feel it,
Ten years gone and I
Still remember that look you gave me
from your icy third floor window
I guess some things are better off denying
I know I'd never amount to much
I'm just afraid I won't die trying
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Civil Elegies
03:53
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Beneath the vaulted halls of Union I was a train car cut adrift
You had your ticket in one hand and my hand in the other
You said Queen City's got her demons too, under your breath before we kissed
Then you vanished with the last departing lovers
And in the city square I asked the archer are we running off the rails?
While the ghosts of The Ward hovered dark and devious
He said there's nothing more repulsive than the need for cautionary tales
Oh honey I love it when you speak to me like prometheus
I was thinking maybe these things would pass
You'll find me singing maudlin elegies for a kingdom that never comes
Skulking down below the Bathurst bridge at midnight
Such a debt do we owe the ones we love
Such a debt do we owe
I was thinking maybe these things would pass
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Millicent Street
03:12
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I came back home from the second war
And nothing ever stayed the same
I left a broken heart in the prairies
What am I doing in Queen City again?
I was never the fathering kind
I guess blood runs thicker than they claim
Now all I have is a photograph, an address
And thirty years of estrangement from my own name
I don't know why I came back
I don't know why I came back
I don't know why I came back to Millicent Street
Now that I'm standing at the doorstep
Of fifty-seven Millicent holding a half finished letter
Now that I recognize your face in mine
I don't want you to know that I wish you would say
That you wish you had of loved me better
I don't know why I came back
I don't know why I came back
I don't know why I came back to Millicent Street
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Sister
04:53
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Father tried to warn me
That's an evil wind upon the harbour
When I returned alone broken by the lake
I couldn't meet my Mother's eyes
In my dreams I see
Five figures sinking slowly
Shrouded in white lace and just out of reach
In to the mouth of the deep
And how the wind came faster, faster now
And how the waves grew higher, higher now
My mother said be careful, careful son
My mother said be careful with my little girls
Show me Sister
Atonement only when it's over
It was no act of God
Not the familiar grip of Scarlett Fever
Just the crushing indifference of impetuous youth
And it will haunt me until I die
Some ghost am I
Some angel, some harbour's keeper
One hundred and sixty bodies pulled from the wreckage
But I'd trade them all back for you
And how the wind came faster, faster now
And how the waves grew higher, higher now
My mother said be careful, careful son
My mother said be careful with my little girls
Show me Sister
Atonement only when it's over
For a moment I held ten hands in mine
For a moment I held them tight
Show me Sister
Atonement only when it's over
Now I can't breathe, at last I can't breathe
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Sibelius Park
04:59
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Under the statue of Sibelius you
Counted your blessing and your Sir Roberts too, singing
Our money comes from accidents
Mistakes in the inheritance
Our riot's free from consequence
Our Annex cleared of dissidents
Now only the good
only the good
only the good ones survive
Our money comes from indolence,
Secures the meek entitlement
Our money buys indulgences
States of exception, acquiescences
If only the good
only the good
If only the good ones survived
Give us asylum in Sibelius Park.
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Amber
03:42
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Said the towers as you wandered through St. Jamestown
You've made us tombstones for your city of the future
And tread lightly on the surface of your potter's ground
For one day you'll share your last earthly bed with strangers
Our blessings on you citizens of the Necropolis
Pray watch over them our lady of the valley
And in the end do all our epitaphs amount to this
I should have done, I will have been, I will have become the setting sun
Said you'd burn long like an ember
Said you'd glow deep in the night
Said you'd be the glass stained amber
Always in warm chapel light
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