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Red Bricks/Street Lights
04:52
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Flower of the Middle Class
Come all you wild suburban kids, flower of the middle class
Who woke to find reality had knocked you on your ass
If you’ve got a moment, stick around, and listen to my story
I don’t intend to fill your heads with tales of death or glory
Where did you get that rebel pose, that leather coat so fine?
Do you drown your insecurities, in dépanneur wine?
Do you crave street credibility, and the wrong side of the tracks?
Is that just a chip on your shoulder, or a real cross on your back?
It wasn’t the good upbringing, or the peace and quiet
It wasn’t the tender loving care, or the healthy diet
It wasn’t the edjamacation that should have filled your needs
It’s a different kind of hunger that makes you bite the hand that feeds
© Patrick Hutchinson, 1993 SOCAN
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Tziganska, Yellow Rose
02:52
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Ten Years Younger
03:24
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Ten Years Younger
If I was ten years younger and female, girl
I’d sweep you off your feet
We’d leave our humdrum lives a smoking ruin
I’d bring the sparkle to your eye, the colour to your cheek
The way, you know, that someone should be doing
I hope you find the lover you deserve
To make you feel undone & true & free
It’d make me smile, just to observe
Your logic matching up with mystery
If I was ten years younger and single, girl
I’d take you for a ride
We’d disappear & mystify our friends
We’d come back thick with mischief, smiles that we couldn’t hide
For our lost time, we’d surely make amends
I hope….
If I was ten years younger and smarter, girl
We’d turn this place around
We’d leave Babylon a-lickin’ at its wounds
We’d have done with hypocrisy, spread justice all around
And dance all night to all our favourite tunes
I hope…
© 1996, Patrick Hutchinson (SOCAN)
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Yuliska of Budapest has a heart made of paprika, ay ai ai ay.
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Saturday evening, down in Verdun
It’s Saturday evening; I’m down in Verdun
I’m catching the last rays of the late summer sun
There are children and grandmas and folks in between
And I’m feeling happy to be part of that scene
A young woman approaches, as if out of thin air
Nut-brown are her eyes, and chestnut her hair
She smiles and she asks me “Is that your guitar?
Do ya know how to play Hotel Californ-iar?”
I said, “Miss, I’m sorry, in truth I do not”
I’d tell her I hate it, but I’d feel like a snot
She asks me for Angie, and others as well
From Stairway to Heaven to Highway to Hell
But then came the moment that folks waited for
Ronnie the Great, he then took the floor
He put on his costume and strutted about
And lifted that kerosene up to his mouth
He took out his lighter and lifted it high
And blew out a flame that lit up the sky
It lit up the kids and the grandmas and me
And lit up the neighbours and friends just for free
Well you may have hot licks, and you may have songs
You may aspire to right the world’s wrongs
You may think you’ve come far, but you’ve only begun
‘Til you’ve opened for a fire-eater, down in Verdun.
© Patrick Hutchinson, SOCAN 2000
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Anna/Armenian Medley
03:47
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Spill Yer Guts
03:55
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Spill Yer Guts
If you won’t talk to me
How will I ever see
What it’s like to be in your skin
In the condition that you’re in?
I’ve got ears if you need ‘em, arms if you need ‘em too
If you’ve got fears, don’t you feed them
You can spill your guts to me, I mean it, it’s true.
I’ll bring a bottle, oh I forgot
You’re on the wagon, better not
So we’ll drink tea, ‘till our cheeks flush
Good excuses if we blush
I’ve got ears…
It would not be apropos
If I chanced to let you know
Just how much I fancy you
How I’m aching through & through
I’ve got ears…
In your eyes, do I see a glint?
Do I dare to drop a hint?
We’re almost touching, but not quite
How I wish that you’d requite
I’ve got ears…
Patrick Hutchinson ©SOCAN 1996
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Kumpania Czardas
03:07
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Perpetual Motion
03:08
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Perpetual Motion
Oh bring me distraction, some kind of action
Don’t let me have to look me in the eye
Like a shark in the ocean, perpetual motion
I can’t stop from swimming, or I’ll sink down & die
Oh bring me a party, bring me some noise
Bring me my wit, my charm & my poise
Bring me the natural kicks of my youth
Bring me that beauty that looks just like truth
There’s something that’s missing, there’s something that lacks
A new coat of paint won’t cover the cracks
To get where I am now I’ve hustled & saved
Am I building a tower or digging a grave?
Sometimes I care too much, sometimes not enough
Sometimes I feel fragile & act like I’m tough
Sometimes it seems like divided I stand
But you can’t walk on water or swim on dry land.
Oh bring me distraction, some kind of action
Don’t let me have to look me in the eye
Like a shark in the ocean, perpetual motion
I can’t stop from swimming, or I’ll sink down & die
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Might As Well
03:52
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Might As Well
I might as well be drinking, as to feel this way
Might as go out, blow off the rest of the day
I’m sick and tired, of my company
I need to put some distance, between myself and me
I feel absurd, my vision’s blurred, my fingers feel like wood
My attention span’s doing what it can, I wish I understood
What I’m supposed to do here, don’t want to sit and whinge
Unproductive self-pity, it only makes me cringe
Just thinking about thinking, seems like a bit of a wank
I couldn’t break these walls down, if I had a tank
I might as well be sober, if booze won’t get me off
I rolled up a reefer, it only made me cough
There ain’t no substance that I could abuse
That could get me out of, my own two shoes
I feel absurd, my vision’s blurred, my fingers feel like wood
My attention span’s doing what it can, I wish I understood
What do I have to add to my recipe?
When I add two & two, all I get is three.
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14. |
Hopland Hop
01:36
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Swift Years Montréal, Québec
18-stringed Worldbilly trio from Montréal: "Hotter than a plate of pierogis, cooler than the sour cream on the side."
(Montreal Gazette) "Un vrai bijou de l'underground montréalais." (Le Devoir)
Bob Cussen: mandolin etc
Patrick Hutchinson: guitars
Suzanne Ungar: bass
... more
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