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Ontario
03:39
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As we were drivin' up Blue Moon Road
We met a man walkin' in the snow
And he said hey you where ya goin'?
Are you headed to Ontario?
Lend me an ear and I'll tell you all I know
Oh the things I've seen in a lifetime
Oh the tales I'll tell if you'll drive my tired bones to Ontario
Goin' to Ontario
Goin' to Ontario io
And the engine chokes and the brake drum smokes
And the heater's broke and we're goin' to Ontario
Hey did ya hear about the cannibals in the woods he said
Three foot taller than a sasquatch
They'll eat you right down to the wristwatch
And make soup from your bones and snow
Back in the winter of Forty-eight
When the snow piled up to Heaven's gate
There were snowplows lost without a trace
On the road to Ontario
Goin' to Ontario
Goin' to Ontario io
And the engine chokes and the brake drum smokes
And the coffee's cold and the heater's broke
And the cold winds blow
There's a storm comin' up from Ohio
May the moon point out the least traveled route
May the wine hold out til we get to Ontario
And the cold winds blow
From Aurora down to Buffalo
And we hope you get a ride to Ontario
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Captain Radon
03:35
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Captain Radon got away, he's heading out to space
Took away my baby as a drink went in my face
Broke his oath to help the human race
Cuts a striking figure at the helm of Spaceship Three
Quite the seasoned traveler as he tours the cosmic sea
Beloved by anyone he can deceive
And if he won't bring her back
Fifty light years won't dissolve our pact
Faster than the speed of sound
He snatched her up and blasted off
And left behind a toxic cloud of black
On a summer night
When Andromeda comes into sight
Somewhere in the Northwest you might see her catch the light
And if he won't bring her back
Fifty light years won't dissolve our pact
Faster than the speed of sound
He snatched her up and blasted off
And left behind a toxic cloud of black
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To Do
03:26
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There's a coffee stain on my rug
And I like the way the moonlight hits it every now and then
Maybe I should clean it off
Maybe I should take its picture, then again
The hour's getting late
Accidentally came across the number on the cocktail napkin
Thought that maybe I would call
First I got some things to do
Replace the smoke alarm or patch the bedroom wall
The timing's not so great
So I'll put your name on my to do list
Hell I hope that I'm about to find the time
The clock is grinning at me from the mantle
Contemplating his next crime
I don't have much time
One day when the stars align
I'll call you if I'm so inclined, but I'm
Ever closer to the end with each new chime
I'm sure that I could change the world if I could find the time
Watching as the dust floats in the air
I like the way it looks when the sun comes in at four
There's something I was gonna do
I just remembered -
I am gonna put your name on my to do list
Hell I hope that I'm about to find the time
The clock is grinning at me from the mantle
Contemplating his next crime
We don't have much time
We don't have much time
We don't have much time...
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Tin Can Violin
04:20
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Can you tell me where I can
Find an old paint thinner can
Or maybe an old beat up cookie tin
Gonna make myself a violin
I'll scrounge around and find some strings
Here where the rich throw out their things
Perhaps by chance they've cast away
A book or two on how to play
Thrown out fork and Bordeaux cork
Will make some fine detail
Might be crazy but this mind of mine
Is quite inclined to go off wandering
On a grand scale
Someday I will build a house
Of boxes from fine cigars
On the porch by light of a torch
I'll carve some ornate trimmings into the fingerboard
Underneath the stars
And when I make my tin can violin
I'll play you Rachmaninoff and Beethoven
And if you walk away I'll say to my violin
Remember you are only made of tin
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Bonfire Song
04:32
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Come out and play
Come and jump into the fray
Keep all the bonfires burnin'
While the world out here is churnin'
On and on we call upon and welcome all who passed along
We conjure up, we drink the cup, go on creating ...celebrating
--- (Counterpoint vocal):
--- We decree that all practitioners of rituals
--- Not of the state's accord shall perish by the sword
Autumn is in the air
They burned my books and I don't care
Chase all the light away
And keep the morning sun at bay
The year's on the turn again
The veil between the worlds is thin
Stay out until the dawn
And harm no one, harm no one
Look who's comin' to the front door
You've seen 'em before
Wake up, wake up, wake up, come on out they say
Then fade away, fade away
Feed desire and light the pyre and throw a cake upon the fire
Though emperor and church conspire, keep on creating ...celebrating
--- (Counterpoint vocal):
--- Be advised that all your holidays have been appropriated
--- And your spirit world repopulated
Look who's comin' to the front door
You've seen 'em before
Wake up, wake up, wake up, come on out they say
Before the darkness slips away
Come out and play
Come and jump into the fray
Keep all the bonfires burnin'
While the world out here is churnin'
Chase all the light away
And keep the morning sun at bay
Throw some of your sweet stuff my way-yay-yay...
And come out and play!
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Mick Posch North Haledon, New Jersey
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