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When I Was A Young Man
02:20
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When I was a young man
When I was a young man hitch-hiking I would go
I’d get picked up by older men who’d ask if they could blow
Me, I’d say “No thank you, though I’m flattered to be sure
I’m just going down the road, that’s it and nothing more”.
When I was a young man I liked to dress in black
Folks’d see the eyeliner and try to sell me smack
I’d say, “I like Johnny Thunders, sure I like Lou Reed
But I don’t have to break the skin to prove that I can bleed”.
To get to the gig I had to rent an S.U.V.
It was a magnet to the squeegee kids and they all ran after me
Then the yuppie police said “Now, let’s see some ID
You don’t have credentials to be driving one of these”.
‘Twas the season of St. Patrick’s, the year two-thousand-three
There were seventeen George Bushes on seventeen T.V.s
Some eejit gave us sixty bucks to play him Danny Boy
Then he wiped out on our gear, and a banjo did destroy.
Later at the break a woman offered me a rail
Said “Don’t worry ‘bout my boyfriend, though he’s just out of jail”
I said “No thank you very much, though a Happy St. Pat’s to you
I can find me plenty of trouble without any help from you”.
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New Rasta Puszta
02:31
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Dans l'Anse
03:14
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Bye-Bye Blues
01:30
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Car Keys
03:16
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Car Keys
I see your long fingers, wrapped around your car keys
Your hair moves like clouds across the moon
I feel the earth beneath me shifting
I feel I’m leaping into the great unknown
I never thought I’d see you in the daylight
Blue veins traced beneath your skin
Has it been ten years or just ten minutes?
Are you as beautiful & strange as you were then?
I dreamt last night that you were getting married
Rented limos honking down my street
In the back seat you looked heavily sedated
Your veil reminded me of a winding sheet
I hear strange rumblings up upon the hill
Some day that old volcano’s going to blow
And if amongst the ashes they do find us
They’ll know we once bathed in that perfect glow
© 1993, Patrick Hutchinson, SOCAN
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The Peddler
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Green Grow the Rushes
04:14
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La Banqueroute
02:11
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Russian Medley
04:25
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Rosy Rear-View Mirror
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Rosy Rear-View Mirror
Down along Ste-Catherine Street
My love and I did stray
We could not sleep for trying
There was fire burning in our clay
We say the rosy-fingered dawn
That the poets sang of old
We knew there were some things in life
Could not be bought or sold
There are seagulls here just like the ones
That flew when I was young
But these are city shite-hawks
With one eye on my lunch
I can see them wheel around the boats
Just like I was there
Birds & sea & sun & sky
Like in some Highland prayer
Memory is a dark narcotic
Better now than then
Cooler, smoother, better looking
Than it was back then
There never was a golden age
When milk & honey flowed
When people lived like gods on earth
And paid up what they owed
“Those were the days,” you hear them say
With a nostalgic shiver
Yeah, we all walk tall & proud & free
In a rosy rear-view mirror
Memory is…
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Son ar Chistr
02:59
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Ev sistr 'ta Laou, rak sistr zo mat, loñla
Ev sistr 'ta Laou, rak sistr zo mat
Ev sistr 'ta Laou, rak sistr zo mat
Ur blank, ur blank ar chopinad loñla
Ur blank, ur blank ar chopinad
Ar sistr zo graet 'vit bout evet, loñla
Hag ar merc'hed 'vit bout karet
Karomp pep hini e hini, loñla
'Vo kuit da zen kaout jalousi
N'oan ket c'hoazh tri mizeureujet, loñla
'Ben 'vezen bemdez chikanet
Taolioù botoù, fasadigoù, loñla
Ha toull an nor 'wechadigoù
Met n'eo ket se 'ra poan-spered din, loñla
Ar pezh 'oa bet lavaret din
Lâret 'oa din'oan butuner, loñla
Ha lonker sistr ha merc'hetaer
Ev sistr 'ta Laou, rak sistr zo mat, loñla
Ur blank, ur blank ar chopinad
Bois donc du cidre, Guillaume, car le cidre est bon
Un sou, un sou, le verre
Le cidre est fait pour être bu
Et les filles pour être aimées
Aimons chacun notre chacune
Et il n'y aura plus de jalousie
Je n'étais pas marié depuis trois mois
Que j'étais disputé chaque jour
Des coups de pieds?
Et le seuil de la porte quelquefois
Mais ce n'est pas ce qui me chagrine le plus
C'est ce qu'on disait de moi
On disait de moi que j'étais volage
Buveur de cidre et coureur de jupons
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King of the Fairies
04:31
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Sleigh With Bells
02:37
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Lonesome Indian
01:34
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Andalucia, Turkish March
02:31
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Groundhog
02:20
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Stoney Creek
01:44
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Joan Glover
02:18
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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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