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Interlude One
00:56
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In Canada they do remark'ble things
Of the sort that I will hasten to explain
In the Maritimes the moose are forty feet tall
And in Alberta so’s the grain
Oh, the Mounties are the strong and silent types
And they never fail to get their man
Oh, in Canada they do remark'ble things
For they’re truly a remark'ble land.
There’s a tower pointing straight up in the air
There’s a noble blue jay on the wing
There’s a sovereign they pledge allegiance to
Though they’re really quite beyond that sort of thing
There’s a lot of land where almost no one lives
There’s a subway that’s as clean as a boudoir
Oh, in Canada they do remark'ble things
And I’ll tell you what a couple of them are.
There’s a maple leaf that glows autumnal red
And it flies atop the highest poles
They have Timbits in the morning and poutine at night
And all the pale lager you can hold
There’s an anthem that the dullest lad can learn
In a couple hockey games you’ll have it down
Oh, in Canada they do remark'ble things
And the wonders and successes there abound.
Well, the qualities for which they’re widest famed
And the uppermost achievement of them all
Is their patience and their grace and their humility
When Americans come north to call
They have every right to shout and stomp and scream
But they smile as the Yankees pass
Oh, in Canada they do remark'ble things ...
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Interlude Two
00:48
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Strasenburgh
06:07
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A bunch of people I remember from Rochester in the Eighties. If you weren't there then, you probably won't.
The working title for this one was "King Tubby Meets Rockers at the Scholastic Book Fair."
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Interlude Three
00:52
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I found love
at the McQuaid Invitational
In between the spikes and the Ben-Gay
It started fast
But then it started dropping off
And after a mile it was just in the way
She was fast
She came from Baldwinsville
Or maybe Skaneateles, I don’t know
She tested my pace
And she tested my endurance
In the end I was glad to watch her go
These things, well, they come and they disappear
In a flash of the golden autumn sun
Five thousand kids in a meadow
How did I cross paths with just that one
One warm night
Out on the cul-de-sac
Six or eight years before the houses got built
Five friends and I
Huddled ‘round an ancient book
Bound in the skin of the suffering dead
We spilled blood
And called on the underlord
To claim his highest glory here on earth
And the concrete shook
And the sky glowed a ghostly red
As the door to Satan’s kingdom was unlocked
Three of my friends are all gone now
They died in great pain by their own hands
The rest of us wait for that bloody day
When the devil claims our godforsaken souls
We spilled blood
And called on the underlord
To claim his highest glory here on earth
And the concrete shook
And the sky glowed a ghostly red
As the door to Satan’s kingdom was unlocked
Cheese and bacon boats, the taste of ‘82
And if you missed ‘em first time round I’ll tell you what to do
Split in half a hot dog bun and top it with some cheese
A strip of bacon on each half and nothing rhymes with cheese
Cheese and bacon boats were never haute cuisine
The pride of some nutritionist who’s long since left the scene
Cheese and bacon boats, it’s hard to overrate them
I never really cared for them and I never really ate them
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IRBIR Attacks!
04:01
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Interlude Four
00:47
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Winter Track
03:03
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Oh, it was never my heart’s intention
To get frostbit in places that I can’t mention
But my friends all told me it would be fun
So I’m standing here waiting for the starter’s gun
Winter track, winter track
You fall on the ice, you land on your back
Winter track, winter track
I could be home with a drink and a snack
We’re few, we’re proud
And we curse out loud
When they make us run
‘Neath the fading sun
Well we dress in layers
And we say our prayers
Going out again
In the biting wind
CHORUS
Well I wish my folks
Had settled on the coast
They wear shorts each day
In Cal-i-for-ni-a
But they moved up here
Where the cold’s severe
So I’ll put on my tuque
And run until I puque
CHORUS
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Can of Worms
05:03
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Well, I shoulda stayed in bed this morning
And listened to the plows go by
Instead I’m driving ‘cross the county
And hoping to get out alive
There’s a trucker giving me the finger
And a kid who’s blasting ‘MJQ
And a couple cars are sliding sideways
Just to have something to do
In the Can of Worms
Stuck in the Can of Worms
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Interlude Five
01:16
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Oh, not for me
The rolling of the sea
Or honoring the sailor’s lonely call
I’ll find my fate
On a plot of land upstate
And watch the leaves turn golden in the fall
And when the winter snowfall starts to melt
And springtime starts to make its presence felt
I’ll eat a thousand smelts and burst my belt
Ontario, queen of the lakes (repeat)
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