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Lyrics toTwo Nights Solo

| Marylou In Burgundy | Only Half-Way Home |
| I'll Try Again | Tearin' Up The Tundra |
| With A Little Help From My Friends |
| So High On You | All You Really Need
To Know
| Revelstoke | You Said | I Remember You | Big Six |
| What Am I Supposed To Do With These? |


Marylou In Burgundy

"Marylou O'Brien worked at two or three of the bars I'd play in Ottawa. The first time I saw her she had on this burgundy number and the rest just sort of spilled out on the page one summer. Nice lady. Smells a bit but she has a heart of gold."

I never will forget your way the first time that I met ya. Hey
The style on you sure took me by surprise.
In your eyes there was a spark and you was chasin' out the darkness from the room
Just like the moon upon the rise
And yer hair hung in dark tresses to yer shoulders at the neck as
You was checkin' out the room for just to see
And around yer arms and back so meticulously wrapped
You wore a shawl of Royal Burgundy.

I believe the month was may and the weather was still grey.
I believe I played another new guitar.
I was workin' for the money and the music and the fun I had
Just learnin' how to play the local bars.
Just another av'rage ev'nin'. No one list'nin', no one leavin'
No one payin' much attention, even me.
Then I looked up and got an eyeful of Black Irish, so delightful
In a shawl of Royal Burgundy

Chorus
I've felt the sun on my face
And the rain's cool embrace,
Seen more places anyone could ever see
But I've never in my life
Seen anything that's half as nice
As seein' Marylou in Burgundy.

If you've ever lost the lyric to the melody you're playin'
Well you really get a sense of where you are.
And you gave me such a glare when you saw that I was star'n' at ya
Then turned around and sat down at the bar.
So I ducked back in my song but I looked up before too long
And shortly after turned about three shades of green
'Cause then he walks in from the cold and throws an arm about the shoulder
Of the Irish in the shawl of burgundy

Chorus
I've felt the sun on my face
And the rain's cool embrace,
Seen more places anyone could ever see
But I've never in my life
Seen anything that's half as nice
As seein' Marylou in Burgundy.

I got to travel quite a bit. I got to work a wee bit more.
One day I fin'ly got to get out of the bars.
It was life and love and laughter, dreams of happy ever after.
It was wanderlust and too many guitars.
Now it's a warm chair by the fire and a slow pull on the briar
And the charm of an inspirin' memory.
See I've still never in my life seen anything that's half as nice
As Marylou in burgundy.

Chorus
I've felt the sun on my face
And the rain's cool embrace,
Seen more places anyone could ever see
But I've never in my life
Seen anything that's half as nice
As seein' Marylou in Burgundy.

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Only Half-Way Home

"This was an assignment for a song writers workshop."

This may come as news to you baby.
Pretty old news to me.
N'if it sounds like ol' hat darlin'
You can take it as you please,
But I never know what to do at this point;
Don't know if I should proceed.
Got a blurred line in the process of bein' drawn
'Tween the hunger and the need.
But I know you been watchin' me baby
N'you know I been watchin' you.
'ccurs to me y'ain't exactly unfriendly.
I'm an upstart with a warm heart,
Empty dance card and a street smart.

Chorus
We all been wand'rin'
Wond'rin', pond'rin'
Sometimes it seems like all we do is roam.
Just when you think your
Journey's over
Ain't it a laugh?
We're only half-way home.

I ain't into playin' games darlin',
No daggers and no cloaks.
I keep lookin' for a warm flame, baby.
Most times all I get is smoke.
Life just kinda drags along like molasses.
Haven't quite yet got my aim.
I got low spots ev'ry day but it passes.
'overheard you got the same.
Ever notice when you get close to the magic
It can blow up in your face?
It could turn into a real case of tragic
Or a warm thought in a cold spot
Turns an off chance into a fair shot.

Chorus
We all been wand'rin'
Wond'rin', pond'rin'
Sometimes it seems like all we do is roam.
Just when you think your
Journey's over
Ain't it a laugh?
We're only half-way home.

As for me right now, I s'pose I must be leavin'
While I got the method and the mode.
I can't promise you a thing 'bout this ev'nin'
But maybe down the road.
Ever notice as reality gets closer
How your dreams will keep you tryin'?
N'when reality just seems to take over
How your dreams get left behind?
Went to bed lasy night with so many dreams.
Woke up findin' only one:
To keep my bearings straight by any means darlin'
Share a front porch with a good sport,
Light an old flame with a new torch.

Chorus
We all been wand'rin'
Wond'rin', pond'rin'
Sometimes it seems like all we do is roam.
Just when you think your
Journey's over
Ain't it a laugh?
We're only half-way home.

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I'll Try Again
"This is pretty old. I think I wanted to write something didactic and got lost in the weeds."

Here's a man, breaks his back for a week
So his family can eat a week more.
Friday comes and the cheque he brings home
Only leaves him wanting more
And he's seen it all before go down in the
Same Old way.
He retires too exhausted to weep
And he sighs as he drifts off to sleep
"I'll try again."

See the artist. He tries to create
What he feels he sincerely believes.
Though he's honoured by many he thinks
He falls short of what he means,
Somewhere half-way in between concern and the
Price he's paid.
He stands back from his easel at dawn
Gently washed by the warmth of the sun.
"I'll try again."

Now the lover you once called your own
They have left you alone to the night.
There's another who's their head 'round and that
Fatal spark ignites.
They are blinded by the light and you're in
The dark again.
Words will run from you try as you may.
Surely there's only one thing to say:
I'll try again.
I'll try again.
I'll try again.
I'll try again.

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Tearin' Up The Tundra
"Same lyric as seen in the
Down The Eighth And Gone section."

W.T. Tufts
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With A Little Help From My Friends
"This is one of my favorite Beatles tunes next to Dr. Robert and I'm So Tired. Something I miss in current music is an identifying signature lick. The opening chord to Hard Days Night or the opening figure to Ticket to Ride, the starting riffs in (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction, Brown Sugar, Start Me Up, or the descending line in this particular song are examples of what I'm talking about. You hear signature licks like these ones and it's like a clarion call."

What would you do if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key.

Bridge
I get by with a little help from my friends.
I get high with a little help from my friends.
Gonna try with a little help from my friends.

What do I do when my love is away?
Does it worry me to be alone?
How do I feel by the end of the day?
Sad 'cause you're on my own?

Bridge
No, I get by with a little help from my friends.
I get high with a little help from my friends.
Gonna try with a little help from my friends.

Bridge
Do you need anybody?
Just need someone to love.
Could it be anybody?
I just need someone to love.

Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Are you certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can't tell you, can't tell you, but I'm sure that it's mine.

Chorus
I get by with a little help from my friends.
I get high with a little help from my friends.
Gonna try with a little help from my friends.

Repeat Bridge
Repeat Chorus.

I get by with a little help, gonna try with a little help from my friends.

John Lennon & Paul McCartney
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band

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So High On You
"Hormonal gibberish."

You got me ravin' as if by design
Take what you give me, baby, any ol' time.
Here I am hangin' on each syllable you breath.
Ev'ry look you give me, anything you leave.
They warned me of the dangers of the lovin' of the game,
The politics of passion and the wounds that would remain.
All in all love works out for the best
If we're just left alone.

I am wise to the notion
That love can blind and make a fool
'N I would fight off the emotion
But I am high, so high on you.

People strut and cheat through their workin' day ways.
Got their minds on their money and a smile masks their pain.
'Guess I must be blind crazy myself too
I just can't seem to fathom what you been tryin' to do.
'Cause I'm mindin' my own business and I'm just standin' easy
When you walk up and kiss me then you turn around and leave me.
How'm I s'posed to leave a love like this alone?

I am wise to the notion
That love can blind and make a fool
'N I would fight off the emotion
But I am high, so high on you.

Solo

Strip away the sparse veil of a thin social veneer.
It's animal, it's chemical, incredible just how this heart beats here.
Way too long arrivin' and it always ends too soon.
My head keeps on spinnin' ev'ry time you up and leave my rooms.
This biological drama's got me laughin' like a fool
And an act like you's become required readin' in my school.
Hold on close, don't let go.
Baby I can't learn this on my own.

I am wise to the notion
That love can blind and make a fool
'N I would fight off the emotion
But I am high, so high on you.

I am wise to the notion
That love can blind and make a fool
'N I would fight off the emotion
But I am high, so high on you.
So high on you.
So high on you.
So high on you.

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All You Really Need To Know
"I get so bloody fed up with the arrogance of the human being that figures it's separate from the rest of life on the planet."

My face is white, my face is red
And all the colours you can name
And long before you walked these shores
And moved down out across the plains
There was the sky, there was the land and all things in between
And this was all you'd really need to know.

My language is all languages:
You only hear me with your heart.
You share this house with many souls
And each one plays a special part:
The swimmers, walkers, birds above, the lichen and the rock
And this is all you really need to know.

Oh Canada: one name for me.
I'm only what I've always been.
I'm part of you but you are of me
And I am what you share you see:
The tie that binds, the common thread in the patterns of our weave
And this is all you really need to know.

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Revelstoke

"I've been trying to write this since 1979."

Back when all caution was outweighed by daring,
Before spontaneity out weighed by age,
We blazed our trail with abandon, not caring
And wrote our own page.
We'd leave behind the things we couldn't carry,
Cling to the ones we felt mattered the most.
We pulled together, hell-bent on adventure
And hitched to the coast.

Chorus
And we all fall down
And it all gets turned 'round.
We all fall down.

We planned to head out upon graduation.
This time we figured we had it down cold.
Both so resplendent in rededication to
Go for the gold.
Me with my manners and you with your fashion.
You'd such a flair and you sure let it show.
All of that sparkle and all of that passion.
Where'd that all go ?

Chorus
And we all fall down.
And it all gets turned 'round.
We all fall down.

Once down in Phoenix I met an old gambler.
Out of the blue, he just mentions your name.
As I recall, I said nothing at all,
But it sure threw my game.
High on the bluffs over looking the water,
Sad Easter morning, 'bout twenty years on.
I watched the rain play across a cracked windshield
And hummed an old song:

Chorus
And we all fall down.
And it all gets turned 'round
We all fall down.

I've got a picture or three in the visor
All of them faded to yellow and brown:
You and me standin' beneath the grad banner. 'Says
"WE ALL FALL DOWN"
But the picture my mem'ry so heartlessly clings to,
The one that will most often roll through my mind
Is you through the window
Of the Husky Station outside Revelstoke
Standing on the highway in the rain.

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You Said

"If we spent a quarter of the time getting on with our lives we spend worrying about what other people think of us, there'd be a lot more psychoanalysts in the pogey lines and less half-wits in the shopping aisles blocking my friggin' progress. It really galls me when I'm trying to get the hell out of Loeb's when they stick a stupid display cage in the middle of a shopping aisle leaving passing room for one cart at a time and some numb-nuts decides to embark on their journey of self-discovery right in between the friggin' display cage and the tinned soup. Cripes, but that frosts me. And another thing: Who the hell designed the glue on price stickers?!! Ever try to get that crap off a spaghetti scoop?"

We rob ourselves of sleep. We're only telling ourselves lies
When we insist on looking at ourselves through someone else's eyes.
If I thought it made a dif'rence, I must have been confused.
Another item on the list of things I'm never gonna use.
Now you're a limb torn off that haunts me.
Only the aching has remained,
A ghostly pain that taunts me still ev'ry time it rains
Down on my head
With things that You Said.

I learned to stand on my two feet again and walk all on my own.
And it's safe to say along the way in most respects I've grown.
You put one foot 'fore the other and strike out in a straight line,
Take heart when you discover you will fall from time to time.
Someday I will outrun you. I'm getting stronger in ev'ry way.
But just when I figure I've out-gunned you
The clouds roll in again
And rain like tears shed
From things that You Said

It ain't no news, we all could use some guidance now and then
So wanting for the sense God gave to get out of the rain.
Like a lightning bolt it struck me, straight to the main crux of it all:
The only time you felt good about yourself s'when you made me feel small.
I'll never meet your expectations. Your floating standard's much too high.
For the good of all concerned now I can fin'ly say good-bye
When I'm reminded
Of things that You Said

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I Remember You
“My very first LP was a gift from my parents called Frank Ifield Sings. This tune was the radio hit. It’s by far and away my very favorite song in the world. Lester Young did the all time best version.”

I remember you
You’re the one that made my dreams come true
Just a few kisses ago.
I remember you
You’re the one that said I love you too
Yes I do. Didn’t you know?
I remember too a distant bell
And stars that fell like the rain
Out of the blue.
When my life is through
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of them all
Then I will tell them I remember you.

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Johnny Mercer & Victor Shertzinger
From the 1942 musical “Dames At Sea”
Famous Music Corporation / Paramount Music Corporation

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ODDS AND SODS

Big Six

"I wrote this for a Christmas show I was to be part of in Ottawa one winter but I couldn't get in to the performance due to snow. A few years later, CKBY manager Ted Daigle called me up to participate in a yearly release of Christmas carols called Christmas In The Valley. I had recorded a Regney / Shayne tune called Do You Hear What I Hear? (which changed to Is This Your Beer Or My Beer? when the session got started) so this time I asked the producer, Ted Gerow, if I could do one of my own. He had a listen and was really supportive and the song was released on volume 7 of the project. The disk was distributed by the Mac's Milk convenience store chain and the money went to the Children's Hospital of Eastern Ontario and the Royal Ottawa Health Care Foundation.

When I did the annual radio interview with Wayne Rostad for the broadcast of the music, Wayne went nuts on the song and ended up using it for the closing tune for the CBC TV broadcast ('96, '97, & '98) of his Christmas special called Christmas In The Valley. Thanks Wayne."

Oh it ain't a big production just to conjure up a miracle
Just Heaven and the Earth and the magic in between
But once the fire is lit the consequence becomes historical.
It ain't a big production, though, and this is all you need:

Chorus
ONE star shinin' in the Heaven's,
TWO shepherds watching from the fields,
THREE wise men come to worship in the manger,
Taking in the glory as the magic is revealed.
FOUR days fleeing into Egypt,
FIVE days walkin' back again,
SIX angels guiding from the Heaven's.
Hallelujah children 'cause He's comin' back again.

This ol' world was over weary with the worry and neglect.
We were all loosing the point between the cause and the effect
So Jehovah sent a baby on a long and lonesome trek
To try to teach us all to treat each other with respect

Chorus
ONE star shinin' in the Heaven's,
TWO shepherds watching from the fields,
THREE wise men come to worship in the manger,
Taking in the glory as the magic is revealed.
FOUR days fleeing into Egypt,
FIVE days walkin' back again,
SIX angels guiding from the Heaven's.
Hallelujah children 'cause He's comin'back again.

He put the sun up in the sky to drive away the night,
He put the boots to Pharoh for the Israelite,
He can make a flower bloom in a heart that's choked with weeds.
It only takes a miracle and this is all you need:

Chorus
ONE star shinin' in the Heaven's,
TWO shepherds watching from the fields,
THREE wise men come to worship in the manger,
Taking in the glory as the magic is revealed.
FOUR days fleeing into Egypt,
FIVE days walkin' back again,
SIX angels guiding from the Heaven's.
Hallelujah children 'cause He's comin' back again.

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What Am I Supposed To Do With These?

Recorded in 1995 by Ken Friesen for the Down The Eighth And Gone album.
Lakeside Studio in Clayton, Ontario.
Mixed by Randall Prescot for the BMG Songwriter Sessions.
Background Vocals by Tracey Brown & Terry Tufts.

"This was written after having performed nothing but Hank Williams tunes for two months with Sneezy Waters in Montreal at the Centaur Theatre in 1989. When I started out as the guitar player Sammy Pruitt in this production of Hank Williams: The Show He Never Gave, I thought 'this is going to get real old real fast', but I never tired of hearing and performing those tunes every night and still consider Hank's performances on the original recording sessions some of the most inspiring I've ever heard. What Am I Supposed To Do With These? is Hank if he was still alive. I imagined him at seventy some odd years of age, all drunked up in a back alley staring at a bottle and moaning about Audrey and somewhere in the blur he can't tell which is which. Not a pretty picture but what can you say? Rock and roll."

You came on so smooth and smart and strong
And I fell for most ev'ry line.
You left me with faded memories.
What am I supposed to do with these?

Now maybe I did not play my hand
But it's useless with cards like these
And you were the one who dealt this mess.
What am I supposed to do with these?

Chorus
Oh darlin', darlin'
How could I let you
Treat me so hard and so mean
And leave me here with empty arms?
What am I supposed to do with these.

We star with a dream and firm belief
And all we end up with eventu'lly
Is an empty glass and a pair of bended knees.
What am I supposed to do with these?

Chorus
Oh darlin', darlin'
How could I let you
Treat me so hard and so mean
And leave ;me with your broken vows?
What am I supposed to do with these?

And now I'm back in the rain on Sunday mornin'
On darkened and dirty streets
And all I've left are regrets for things I might have done.
What am I supposed to do with these?

Chorus
Oh darlin', darlin'
How could I let you
Treat me so hard and so mean?
I've an aching head and a torn down heart.
What am I supposed to do with these?

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