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Batchawana Bay
03:45
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Batchawana Bay
Laughing shiver, splashing hands
Happy shadows on the rippling sand
They cross the world between you and I
Little lifeboat dips and rises on
Sweetwater waves
Swimming with our babes
I never want to leave Batchawana Bay
Heaven’s light on their smiles
Same one we wore back when we walked the aisle
Now we’re catchers in the bight, after all
They don’t know how soon the bottom falls
Smoke rising from the white pines
Day dripping down a golden sky
I close my eyes and try to hold on
Keep it for tomorrow cause it’s turn in time
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Iron Mountain
03:46
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Iron Mountain
Heading back to Iron Mountain
Where my father loved to go
Where his heart it felt no burden
Where he watched the poplars grow
Oh, little one, come with me now
You’ve seen the picture by the stairs
I see him in your gentle eyes
And in the curl of your hair
Oh, sunshine, I hope you find him
I can hear the valley call
I’d tell you how to listen, I’d show you where to look
But this is all, this is all, this is all
They say this too shall pass
I’m broken all the same
We were left with so much more to say
On the day the angels came
Dreams they fell with you
Dreams they rose with you
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Lemon Dream
05:04
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Lemon Dream
Spent half my life jumping through the final hoop
Pressing my suit, staying in the loop
I’m showing my grey, showing weakness
I think I lost my way, I know I lost some patience
I wasted time on a lemon dream
I took my road, we weren’t what we seemed
I could have been a Mister, thought I’d make the scene
I wasted time on a lemon dream
Nobody’s buying what it is I hold
Nobody’s asking all the little things I know
I’m going all in, turning pro
Speaking Greek, tipping dominos
I blame my lady luck, oh, she’s such a fickle little one
I blame the bank, oh, it ruined everybody’s fun
But I need you to know, I never hold a thing against you
Well, to be honest now, I guess sometimes I do
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Gwendolyn
03:15
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Gwendolyn
You’re the child of the summer
Born in the water
Under the sign of the lion
Horizon’s daughter
Oh, Gwendolyn
You shine on everything
Girl of the big white moon
You make my old soul sing
You want to be a rocker
Animal doctor
Lunar princess
Yeah, you want to be a success
Oh, Gwendolyn
Yeah, you tried on everything
Girl of the big white moon
You make my whole soul sing
You don’t have time for the suits and ties
With their walls and their malls
And their tall lies that would box you in
You think outside and you sing out loud
And you dance outdoors in the sun and his sister, Gwendolyn
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Starting Clean
02:54
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Starting Clean
I get the taste for a few
Wetting my spirit loose
Oh, the next thing you know
I’m the last soldier out the door
Wake up and I hurt the same
Got nobody else to blame
I’m thinking ‘bout starting clean
Back on the side of the mountain
Pushing up that old stone again
Oh, when my words they fall
Crash down like an avalanche
I can’t put them back in place
I’ve come to lean on your grace
I’m thinking ‘bout starting clean
All the people in this life that I love
I let them down, I let them down
This thing I got a handle on got a handle on me
Oh, and it’s pulling strong, so hard it can’t be wrong
And I’ve sung this song before
I know how the story goes
I get my arrow straight
I just can’t pull the bow
And then when that courage comes
Drift back where I started from
Thinking ‘bout starting clean
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Mr. Speaker
03:40
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Mr. Speaker
Mr. Speaker, let me see our peerless chief behind the door
Mr. Speaker, let me ask him what the rest of us are for
Just his keepers and his sycophants
No one else invited to the dance
We got eyes that we might see
A voice that we might act
We built a house
Mr. Speaker, give us more than the Ministry of Wealth
Mr. Speaker, we’re fading from the politics of stealth
Our CEO he got a business plan
Fossil fuel and muzzled man
We built a house
And we want it back
Mr. Speaker, Daddy drove the big bus right on through
Mr. Speaker, packed it full and kept it all just out of view
In the side door, out the back before we knew
Big change coming, we need a little room to move
We built a house
Gonna take it back
Said to the people on the grass
Let me be your fuel, then he lit the match
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Jasper Stone
04:03
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Jasper Stone
There came a young boy in the chill of winter
To a darkening world with shifting winds
The sun woke hopeful in the morning sky
We’re born not to die, but to begin
We left him in the frenzy and the flood
To find a road on his own
He cut a trail through the crooked timber
His heart bled red like jasper stone
The shadow trickster wove a bitter web
Siren calling from a dreamy meadow bed
A flurry falling and it chased the light
But he set his sight on the step ahead
He stood strong like jasper stone
What could we offer? What could we say?
Did our labour come late to the dying day?
I wrapped a bundle in the cloth you stitched him
He carried it with him on the heavy way
He kept the treasure close like jasper stone
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Patch of Green
03:04
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Patch of Green
When the colder season’s rains relent
If your working bones are feeling spent
Come meet me at the ball yard
I’ve got a ticket to a little patch of green
For the smell of grass and the wage of wonder
For the crack of ash and the bleacher thunder
To leap and spin and throw like Robbie would
We like to think maybe once we could
On a patch of green
When their name is called, if time is theirs
If they can solve the orbit riddle square
And send it fair and well past the ivy wall
Oh, touch ‘em all
You’ll never reach for thinner air
We can see it all from a grandstand seat
Where Elysian Fields and the broomstick alley meet
Where the white lines stretch to heaven
Where the clocks are broken
At the patch of green
Where anything can happen
A little patch of green
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Poet and the Poor Boy
04:09
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Poet and the Poor Boy
It was down at Marcia’s bar
I never dreamed I’d get that far
When she walked in through the door looking that way
Two tequila and a chaser
Then I knew I’d better pace her
I slid on in – what’s the occasion, if I may?
Well, my last boy was a player
And this city’s full of strangers
I’ll be all right, I fly home in the morning
Well, she never made that plane
We lost the hours in the show me game
Well, we’d come to meet a love and kiss off the warnings
We were thirsty, we were young
Weren’t afraid of what would come
The poet and the poor boy, bad or good
Lost some fire, lost some blood
Still got a big old love
I wouldn’t do it any different if I could
Dreams come true, kid, so they tell you
So all the surf songs sell you
But we pulled the plug on more than a few of them
Had a baby, then another
Spitting image of their mother
So I traded in my six string for six a.m.
Building higher every day
No knowing when what you need’ll slip away
It’s a cold time, why live it on your own?
So come on honey, let’s take our chances
Put on your rose-coloured glasses
And we’ll keep on dancing ‘til the band goes home
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Prairie Home Valentine
04:57
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Prairie Home Valentine
Sultry summer, crimson fall
Fervid streets of Montreal
Step in step, we found our own new pace
Past the dep and up the spiral stairs
There’s more I’d like to show
In this room on the plateau
Muslin patterns on the table
String tones stir the air
Suddenly we’re close as two can be
If I could put a frame around this time
Could you be my very own companion?
My prairie home valentine
As wicked western winters go
Icy sheets of old Garneau
I’d sooner hunker in with you tonight
Just Maude and Oliver, we’d spin some r and r
There’s more I’ve got to do
Carving out my own dream here with you
Folded scrubs by the door
Tweed and Telecaster freezing in the car
Still, we’re close as two can be
If I could tie a knot around this time
You’re my very own companion
My prairie home valentine
It was business time that night at Rosie’s bar
We sang two minutes heaven then la petite mort
You’ve seen me play, you’ve seen me cry
Even when my eyes were dry
Babe, you made it easier
Oh, you held the load a while
You’re such a gentle soul
I’d like our little world to know
Just how much I love you
Though words and flowers could never say it all
They’ll see we’re close as two can be
Let’s put a ring around this time
Will you be my very own companion?
My prairie home valentine
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Trevor Tchir Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario
Visit trevortchirmusic.com for full bio, photos, and music. Canadian singer-songwriter Trevor Tchir has entertained audiences for over twenty years by illuminating universal experiences of love, loss, joy, and memory through music. He is set to release his fifth album, Sun & Moon, in Summer 2021. Sure, he's a professor of politics by day, but his heart's in the songs. ... more
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