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Intro (enter peasants)
01:15
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Waiting for the sunshine
04:04
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We found out the long way
Not all needs a punch-line
Let us not forget to thank Bob
For putting us into the groove
You know I won't tell anybody
How you really spend your time and your money
I love how we don't go
Riding when it's raining
We can wait for things to clear
And you whisper sweet things in my ear
You know I won't tell anybody
How you really spend your time and your money
I'm waiting for the sunshine
Battered from the hail
Tired from the silver sky
But comforted as well
You are, you are someone to look up to [Keep smiling, keep smiling]
I never want to think of life without you
Froggy in your heart
Water on your knee
Business in your brain
Look at me
Buy a wooden box
Add it to the stack
Put it on the block
And repeat
We're a couple of prudes together
Who knows what sin is anymore
You know I won't tell anybody
How you really spend your time and your money
I'm waiting for the sunshine
Battered from the hail
Tired from the silver sky
But comforted as well
You are, you are someone to look up to [Keep smiling, keep smiling]
I never want to think of life without you
I clench my teeth
In reaction to your salutation
I don't mind, your lips look fine
You've stained your brand new shirt
You're off to the Sunshine Coast
And I'm going berserk
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Someone
03:27
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Someone to hold
Someone to teach, someone
Someone to take off with
Someone to get off with, someone
I just want to be someone
I just want to be someone
Someone to read
Someone to touch, someone
Someone to meet up with
Someone to wake up with, someone
I just want to be someone
I just want to be someone
There's a log half in the ocean and half on the beach
Waiting to be taken away to the brine
There's a message sent into space
Not knowing whom it will reach
While I fritter away my time
Let's go out
Take a walk in the snow
Pay some bills you know
Oh that's right
There's nobody here but me, oh dear
Someone to picture
Someone to share, someone
Someone to catch up with
Someone to light up with, someone
I just want to be someone
I just want to be someone
Dumb dumb dumb dumb
Wah wah wah
Dumb
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4. |
Lilac
04:15
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Lilac in the air tonight
Reminds me of hot summers
In the valley uptight
Drinking cider by the litre
In a hot tub or an orchard
At night, that's right
Spiders in my hair today
Are looking for a nest
In which to lay their eggs
I've got a weak upper body
But from running 'round
I've got manly legs, OK
Lilac, lilac
Sweet sympathy
Swirling memories
Won't you bury me
Under the lilac tree
Suddenly it all comes back
While you're going 'bout your old life
A little memory attack
Sends you soaring to the olden times
Pilots in the evening sky
Confound me as they
Hurtle through their turbulent flights
I used to love the vomit comet
On the way to see
My daddy-o, Archies stowed
Lilac in my hair tonight
Don't suit me and
I'm looking like a mail order bride
I've got a big nose
Sniffing out some scents
In this world of mine, that's right
Lilac, lilac
Sweet sympathy
Swirling memories
Won't you bury me
Under the lilac tree
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5. |
Hey, stranger
03:19
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Hey, stranger, that's my friend
I'm so glad to see him again
I could like you, too
But not right now
I'm into him
Accept it, you're rejected
Second place is a pretty good place, I guess
It could be with a guy in a bar
But in this case it was with a dog
He was wagging, belly flapping
Staring into an antique shop on Main
He was waiting for his buddy
Some fuddy-duddy is dearer to him than me
But he turned around
And with eyes dark brown he said to me
Hey, stranger, that's my friend
I'm so glad to see him again
I could like you, too
But not right now
I'm into him
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6. |
Many, many times
04:22
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On a clear late summer evening
I had one of the Pope's Children by my side
He arrived at half past seven
I'm convinced he's sent from Heaven as a guide
Many, many times
I've prayed to God to take me in my sleep
Shooby-do, shooby-do
Many, many times
I've thanked the sky when I have crossed the street
Shooby-do, shooby-do, shooby-do-be-do-be-do-be-do
A fit woman in funeral garb
Almost cracked a smile as I bopped by
I began to concoct her story
But brushed it off to pursue levity
Many, many times
I've caught the eye of middle-aged ladies
Shooby-do, shooby-do
Many, many times
I've messed up drawing on decent paper
Shooby-do, shooby-do, shooby-do-be-do-be-do-be-do
And now I can't pretend that I want things to end
Mingling with friends, following a whim
Many times I've stopped and looked around
Not at the ground
Many times I've had to bite my lip
To quell a quip
Many times I've been the first to leave
A gathering
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Moving day
02:32
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They were married on a moving day
Saturday, the first day of their legal life together
The best man flew in from far away
Three time zones apart but still he made the effort
I escorted an older woman
Alongside whom I've crashed many times sleep-talking
And as we gazed upon the altar scene
A deer appeared then disappeared into the garden
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8. |
Saturday roses
03:48
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I should have died at seventeen
Driven off the cliff when my eyes were green
Here I lie half dead today
I lost my drive and my eyes are grey
I was a robotic boy next door
A nerd and jock hungry for awards
I'm sure there was some peer jealousy
But my underdeveloped soul would mar me
Staying clean, keeping busy
Earning my Saturday roses
So I stayed alive and just got degrees
Learning Greek and Latin in libraries
Ignorant to the bees and birds
Using ancient tongues to do crosswords
Staying clean, keeping busy
Earning my Saturday roses
Today is quiet
After the internal riot
A decade of tumult has subsided
And I'm still not sure what I was fighting
People in other places have good cause
To mask their faces and hurl stones a lot
Wearing designer jeans
Throwing for liberty
Now I find myself in my late thirties
Making food and art and apologies
Seeking healthy ways to pass the hours
If I'm a good man I get flowers
Staying clean, keeping busy
Earning my Saturday roses
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9. |
Idea
04:16
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I had an idea once
Of what I would be
How I would look
And who I would know
I blindly jumped
Through the ropes
Ghostwriting my script
A protagonist with respectable hopes
But it's all slowed down
Kings and twos are all I see
This weekend I slept for 24 hours
Almost straight
I can't find a way out of this
Or can I?
I can
I will lie down
And come up with an idea
I will lie down
And come up with an idea
Things may have slowed down
But they haven't stopped completely
I will lie down
And come up with an idea
I will lie down
And come up with an idea
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10. |
It's not enough for us
03:35
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Sometimes when the lights are on
You can see that everything right's wrong
You long to feel a sunbeam
And you can't remember your last dream
Well, it's not enough for us
You get caught up sleeping with someone
Oh, it's not enough for us, the fuss
Love is begging the question
"What do you need?"
Sometimes when the seas are rough
You feel that you could upchuck
You haven't eaten a darned thing
And you don't know what tonight'll bring
Well, it's not enough for us
You just get up for work every morning
Oh, it's not enough for us, the mess
God is asking the question
"What do you need?"
I need butterflies to pick me up
And carry me off to their favourite place
I need a chestnut tree to speak to me
And tell me the things he wanted to be
If it's not enough for us
Just love waking up every morning
If it's not enough for us, I guess
Find a way to figure out what you need
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Future Peasants Vancouver, British Columbia
Welcome to the realm of the Future Peasants. It is a concept developed by two men by a park in Vancouver. We honour the mundane and the profound equally, mostly through music. Join us!
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