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Too Late to Panic

by John Lyle

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1.
Hope Signals 04:09
Hope Signals I am not an Indian from two hundred years ago I don’t live in a teepee, and I can’t shoot a bow I’m out of touch with nature, and I watch too much tv But I hope, when I die, there’ll be another me I’m sending hope signals across the Great Divide Hope signals, send me back in time I want to be an Indian out on the Western Plain Come a-ty-yi-yipee Come a-ty-yi-yipee-yipee-yay I’ll be a Shawnee buck with braids in my hair I’ll drink the sparkling water and I’ll breathe the living air I’ll love a tender maiden underneath the shining stars And I’ll never have to ride in the beast they call the car I’m sending hope signals across the Great Divide Hope signals, send me back in time I want to be an Indian out on the Western Plain Come a-ty-yi-yipee Come a-ty-yi-yipee-yipee-yay The coyote will howl at the fullness of the moon With an aching in his heart, like a frost on love in bloom And when the Europeans with their rifles and their booze Come and show me how to win, I will show them how to lose I’m sending hope signals across the Great Divide Hope signals, send me back in time I want to be an Indian out on the Western Plain Come a-ty-yi-yipee Come a-ty-yi-yipee-yipee-yay
2.
A Little Bit of Heaven on a Saturday Night Job had some issues he couldn’t comprehend God had principles He wasn’t gonna bend Christ was on a mission that was coming to an end Satan was the wild card masquerading as a friend A little bit of heaven on a Saturday night As long as we’re still here we’re gonna feel alright A little bit of heaven on a Saturday night When the sun comes up, I’m gonna shoot out the lights I work very, very hard and I’m very, very bright If I need a little on the side I think you might Look the other way and take a pill All us good ol’ boys you know we do what we will A little bit of heaven on a Saturday night As long as we’re still here we’re gonna feel alright A little bit of heaven on a Saturday night When the sun comes up, I’m gonna shoot out the lights My daddy was a drunkard and my momma was a whore If I thought you could take it, I’d tell you some more It takes a double shot of love to fill the emptiness inside Let him stand and judge who has not lied A little bit of heaven on a Saturday night As long as we’re still here we’re gonna feel alright A little bit of heaven on a Saturday night When the sun comes up, I’m gonna shoot out the lights
3.
Turn Your Lamp Down, Momma There’s a mine in the hill Every night she moans and groans There’s a mine in the hill Every night she moans and groans She says nobody wants me They think I’m made of stone The old prospector he just passes by The old prospector he just passes by He says listen, pretty momma, I got bigger fish to fry Got a letter this mornin’ postmarked Cinnamon Wells Got a letter this mornin’ postmarked Cinnamon Wells Edged in black and full of living cells Turn your lamp down, momma, your daddy’s comin’ home Turn your lamp down, momma, your daddy’s comin’ home You been too long lonely and I been too long gone
4.
EARTH TO MOTHER Earth to Mother, here’s a message from me What’s it like up there in Heaven Do you watch tv? Do they let you bounce God’s children On your lovely little knee? Earth to Mother, here’s a message from me Earth to Mother, are you making any friends? It’s not easy being the new kid, trying so hard to blend Trying to muster up the courage to start over again Earth to Mother, how long has it been? Earth to Mother, rest your tired eyes Put your feet up on a cloud and let it roll by Everybody loves you, especially me Earth to Mother, you’re finally free Earth to Mother, I must sign off I promised myself a round of golf If I’m ever in your neighbourhood You know I’ll drop by Earth to Mother, of course, that’s after I die
5.
In the Wreckage of Our Love In the wreckage of our love the black box can’t be found Experts search for clues while the neighbours gather around They’re havin’ themselves a party While the good time’s goin’ down The twisted fuselage hides the pieces of my heart I tried to keep it all together, but I was doomed from the start You can’t blame a guy for trying to light a fire in the dark Angel on my shoulder says ‘I think I’m getting colder Won’t you go and get me a shawl?’ Heavenly chorus say they’ll chip in for the florist ‘If you’ll only make sense of it all’ Black smoke fills the sky while reporters take my name I must remind myself it’s only just a game But next time, baby, we better take the train
6.
Lonesome Daddy Blues Every day of the week might as well be blue Monday Every pot of gold might as well be a barrel of rain Every sunbeam might as well be a shadow, until you’re in my arms again You’re seeing in me what you found in him But I ain’t guilty of nothin’ but being your friend I’m like a pauper at the wrong end of the rainbow With those lonesome daddy blues Every smile might as well be a death mask Every ribbon might as well be a chain Every tomorrow might as well be yesterday until you’re in my arms again You’re seeing in me what you found in him But I ain’t guilty of nothin’, but being your friend I’m like a pauper at the wrong end of the rainbow With those lonesome daddy blues Got the lonesome daddy blues, From the top of my head to the bottom of my shoes Got the lonesome daddy blues Have some, buddy, I got more than I can use
7.
Miami Mavis 03:11
Miami Mavis (Garry MacPherson & John Lyle) Her daddy was a driver, he drove her momma ‘round the bend She left Mavis in a truck stop café for the waitresses to tend When a waitress named Bertha picked her up and took her home She set her on her knee and from the age of three She let her play out on the road And at the age of five, she knew how to drive Chorus- Miami Mavis, she sure knows how to drive Did ya hear the news, she gets through with her load every time Every time she’s on time, every time, every time She gets through with her load every time She wanted to be a trucker but they said, ‘You’re just a dame! Man alive, you can’t drive, you must be insane!’ So she dressed up like a fella., stuffed her hair into her hat She strode into the hall and said, ‘You all, give me a turn at bat.’ So they put her on the road ‘cause they never knowed Repeat chorus New York to Miami, high gear all the way She did not eat, she did not sleep, she didn’t even stop to pray When deep in Carolina, barreling through the snow She hit a trucker stopped to fix a flat and left him lyin’ out in the road It was her old man, but she never knowed Miami Mavis, she sure knows how to drive She killed her dad, now ain’t that sad. but at least she’s still alive Still alive in overdrive, still alive, still alive She killed her dad, now ain’t that sad, but at least she’s still alive
8.
Cabin Fever 04:24
9.
Pay Me No Mind I met her on the internet, we chatted through the night I was off my medication, so I took the next flight She was waiting at the airport with some of her crowd I think they were a cult but I can’t say that too loud, too loud Pay me no mind , no, baby, no Pay me no mind , no, baby, no I’ve instructed my solicitor to punch you in the face I’d do it myself but I’m in a state of grace It’s so hard to be vengeful when you’re in this special place I’ve instructed my solicitor to punch you in the face, in the face Pay me no mind , no, baby, no Pay me no mind , no, baby, no I must integrate my feelings so I will be complete Stop this splitting off that keeps me falling off my feet Did I hear you say you think it’s alright to lie? Did I hear you say you think only fools toe the line? Toe the line? Pay me no mind , no, baby, no Pay me no mind , no, baby, no
10.
NOW I LAY ME DOWN Now I lay me down, with a sigh And a soft smile of fond relief Now I lay me down, for to die Is the ending of mortal grief Now I lay this ego down While trumpet swans blow fanfares on the lake For nobody’s sake Now I lay me down, just to be Is the end all of what I seek Now I lay me down, to be free Of this hard ship I’ve sailed to see Now I lay this ego down While hungry crows drop chestnuts on the street At my aching feet Now I lay this ego down, put this mind to bed Say good-bye to yesterday, while this sleepy head Hears no one crying Now I lay this ego down While trumpet swans blow fanfares on the lake For nobody’s sake

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released October 10, 2000

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John Lyle Sechelt, British Columbia

The lyrics for most of the songs appearing in these albums are available in book form: "The Kindest Lies: the Lyrics of John Lyle", published by Leaky Boot Press (June 28, 2013).

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