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Hope Signals
04:09
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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
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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
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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
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Earth to Mother
02:19
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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
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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
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Lonesome Daddy Blues
04:33
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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
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Miami Mavis
03:11
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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
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Cabin Fever
04:24
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Pay Me No Mind
02:19
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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
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Now I Lay Me Down
02:14
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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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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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