The Midwest farmers’ daughters really make you feel all right
And the Northern girls, with the way they kiss
They keep their boyfriends warm at night
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California girls
He said in winter 1963
It felt like the world would freeze
With John F. Kennedy
And The Beatles
Ah hey ma ma mommy doo-din-nie-ya
Ah hey ma ma ma hey-y-yah
Life in a northern town
If you’re listening to this song
You may think the chords are going wrong
But they’re not, we just wrote it like that
When you listen late at night
You may feel the words are not quite right
But they are, they just play it like that
It doesn’t really matter what chords I play
What words I say or time of day it is
As it’s only a Northern song
O Canada! our home and native land!
True patriot-love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
And stand on guard, O Canada,
We stand on guard for thee.
On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
A Case of You
Times have changed, our kids are getting worse
They won’t obey their parents, they just want to fart and curse!
Should we blame the government?
Or blame society?
Or should we blame the images on TV?
No! Blame Canada!
Blame Canada!
There’s a place in North Ontario
Dream, comfort, memory to spare
In my my mind, I still need a place to go
All my changes were there…
ninja-ed
-“BB”-
There are places I’ll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone, and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends, I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I’ve loved them all
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave
Wake up little Susie, wake up
Wake up little Susie, wake up
We both fell sound asleep
Wake up little Susie and weep
The movie’s over, it’s four o’clock
And we’re in trouble deep
It’s quarter to three, there’s no one in the place except you and me
So, set ‘em up, Joe, I got a little story I think you should know
We’re drinkin’, my friend, to the end of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road
Waiting for the break of day
Searching for something to say
Flashing lights against the sky
Giving up, I close my eyes
Sitting cross-legged on the floor
25 or 6 to 4
Five to one, baby, one in five
No one here gets out alive
And another one’s gone
And another one’s gone
And another one bites the dust
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Blowin’ in the Wind, Bob Dylan
I know you, little libertine
I know you’re a cannonball
I’ll be your whatever you want
The bong in this reggae song
Boogie on, reggae woman
What is wrong with me?
Boogie on, reggae woman
Baby, can you see?
I went back to my mother
I said, “I’m crazy, Ma, help me”
She said, “I know how it feels, son
'Cause it runs in the family”
Oh, can you see the real me, mother?
Can you see the real me, mother?
Can you see the real me, can you see the real me?