I looked at you, your lips were moving But I did not hear what you said You wanted me, you wanted my name I was carrying two feet of lead See the rising
A man carried metal Carried gold More than he could handle More than he could hold It weighed him down To a sand shallowed grave Where his bones were
I laid awake a whole night long Waiting for the sun to beat down on my head In this broken bed I laid awake and dreamt of ships Passing through night
Mighty cooty fiyo, hey la hey, hey la hey I've got a Big Chief, Big Chief Big Chief of the nation Wild, wild creation He won't bow down Down on the
Oh, oh, deep water Black and cold like the night I stand with arms wide open I've run a twisted line I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker I could
Sometimes, sometimes Sometimes I feel like I'm playin' on the radio Sometimes I feel like I'm on a travelin' road show Sometimes I got the power of the
My angel I promised her we'd be dressed in a cloud Standing on pillars on fire singing out loud Shot from truth and love, not darkness With the moon under
Sad eyes, sad eyes Where're you going with that confidence? Sad eyes, sad eyes Where're you going with that confidence? I'm going to where the boats
Ma jolie, how do you do? Mon nom est Jean-Guy Thibault-Leroux I come from east of Gatineau My name is Jean-Guy, ma jolie J'ai une maison a Lafontaine
The following is an interpretive transcription of White Mustang II from Acadie. It doesnt really have a steady meter and Daniel isn't always playing the
Y a quelqu'un qui appelle mon nom, y a quelqu'un qui appelle mon nom On travail aujourd'hui, on travail sous la pluie On travaille au tabac, hostie!
Yes it's cold by the river where you lay In this godless place I kneel down and I pray God help us through the night God help us through the night Your
[Spoken Poem] I laid awake a whole night long, waiting for the sun to beat down on my head in this broken bed I laid awake and dreamt of ships passing
The suburb walls are closing in I've looked at you and I've seen you through your curtain With a naked eye from not far, I've shed a tear for you, a
Shoe Shine Mamma Spits for her money Wants to make a living Try to make her own All she ever wanted was to make her own money and settle down on Silium
she said, "baby, i know it's getting late" you have broken walls, through so many gates but there is one there that i think you've missed it's evil eye
A man carried metal, carried gold More than he could handle, more than he could hold It weighed him down to a sand shallow grave Where his bones were
(Instrumental)
