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Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #35: Skeleton Key

You’re hiding out in the openThere’s so much said in deeds unspokenAnd I know you, and your inflectionsEyes aflutter, laughing stutter

I was walkingYou were talkingAnd you were holding the keyI was walkingYou were talkingAnd you were holding the keyThe skeleton key to me

You told me you want to hold meYou say you’ve stopped . . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #35: Skeleton Key

Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #35: Skeleton Key

You’re hiding out in the openThere’s so much said in deeds unspokenAnd I know you, and your inflectionsEyes aflutter, laughing stutterI was walkingYou were talkingAnd you were holding the keyI was walkingYou were talkingAnd you were holding the keyThe … . . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #35: Skeleton Key

Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #34: Prime Meridian

Where’re you gonna’ start?When’re you gonna’ get up?How did you get home last night?Well you can’t remember namesYou can’t remember facesYou can’t remember promises you broke

You don’t know what you’re doingYou don’t know where to begin timeTime to find your own lineYour Greenwich

Well it’s time to sit up straightTime to calibrate yourselfTo the . . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #34: Prime Meridian

Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #34: Prime Meridian

Where’re you gonna’ start?When’re you gonna’ get up?How did you get home last night?Well you can’t remember namesYou can’t remember facesYou can’t remember promises you brokeYou don’t know what you’re doingYou don’t know where to begin timeTime to find… . . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #34: Prime Meridian

Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #33: Keep

Things aren’t always as they seemLives ripped apart tend to leaveJagged edgesBetter tread carefullyShe’s not quite the womanYou knew back whenYour naivety made you creativeDon’t forget how

I was helpless when I fell out from under your wingUsed to tell you how you seemed to be an angel to meNow you’re thinking what you were . . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #33: Keep

Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #33: Keep

Things aren’t always as they seemLives ripped apart tend to leaveJagged edgesBetter tread carefullyShe’s not quite the womanYou knew back whenYour naivety made you creativeDon’t forget howI was helpless when I fell out from under your wingUsed to tell … . . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #33: Keep

Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #32: Papa Got Hisself a Job

Papa Got Hisself a Job

Come around kids, listen up good
(Papa’s got hisself a job)
I’ll take you to the movies, Christ we’ll go to the moon
(Papa’s got hisself a job)
So scuff them shoes, g’head and lose that toy
(Papa’s got hisself a job)
Don’t matter a whit what you done broke
‘Cause now papa’s got hisself a job

Papa’s got hisself a job, whoa
Papa’s got hisself a job
Sit up straight, and stiffen your jaw
Your papa’s got hisself a job

I know we ain’t lived near as sweet as your friends
(Papa’s been “between jobs”)
I know you’ve been dressed in them duds second-hand
(Papa was between jobs)
But I’m gonna work hard, I’ll work for the man
(Papa’s got to keep this job)
I’ll open an account for your educatin’
Sure hope I don’t get laid-off

Papa’s got hisself a job, whoa
Papa’s got hisself a job
Sit up straight, and stiffen your jaw
Your papa’s got hisself a job

Kids like you don’t fall from the sky
Kids like you fill your daddy with pride
You’ve gone without but you’ve smiled throughout
You’ll be proud of Daddy too, have no doubt

Remember that day I brought you to my office, son?
(Papa’s old job)
I showed you the view in the morning sun
(Papa had a real sweet job)
When you asked to go back, my face just dropped
(Papa’d lost his sweet, sweet job)
Well now grab your coat, ‘cause I’ll tell you what
Your Papa’s got a new job

Papa’s got hisself a job, whoa
Papa’s got a brand new job
Sit up straight, and stiffen your jaw
Your papa’s got hisself a job

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Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #32: Papa Got Hisself a Job

Papa Got Hisself a Job

Come around kids, listen up good(Papa’s got hisself a job)I’ll take you to the movies, Christ we’ll go to the moon(Papa’s got hisself a job)So scuff them shoes, g’head and lose that toy(Papa’s got hisself a job)Don’t matter a whit what you done broke‘Cause now papa’s got hisself a job

. . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #32: Papa Got Hisself a Job

Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #31: Elizabeth

Elizabethlisten to the live Randboro demoHer daddy always told herIf she was good, she’d do no wrongNow somebody’s sold herOn some cheap line from some cheap songShe ain’t nobody’s fool, she don’t like the term “girl”Everybody’s over-protective in her … . . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #31: Elizabeth

Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #31: Elizabeth

Elizabeth

listen to the live Randboro demo

Her daddy always told herIf she was good, she’d do no wrongNow somebody’s sold herOn some cheap line from some cheap song

She ain’t nobody’s fool, she don’t like the term “girl”Everybody’s over-protective in her worldShe’s well aware of what’s bad for her, thank you very muchAnd she’s . . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #31: Elizabeth

Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #30: One Water Fountain

One Water Fountain

Baby it’s a hot day on the porch on de GaspéI feel your kicking but I think we’ll be okayThey don’t want to put your daddy “in his place”They just shout his name when he gets on base

Got some plums at the marketGot some nectarinesThose sweet strawberries from Ile dee-OrleansThe stairs . . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #30: One Water Fountain

Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #30: One Water Fountain

One Water Fountain

Baby it’s a hot day on the porch on de Gaspé
I feel your kicking but I think we’ll be okay
They don’t want to put your daddy “in his place”
They just shout his name when he gets on base

Got some plums at the market
Got some nectarines
Those sweet strawberries from Ile dee-Orleans
The stairs are outside so I leave the fruit out there
And when the kids come down I say, “Bon-jou-were”
I smile and say, “Bon-jou-were”

Well I can’t make out what the neighbours are sayin’
But I sure like the sounds of their kids playin’
On the baseball diamonds they pretend to be Robinson
And ain’t nobody here trying to have us hung

Got some plums at the market…

I love the funny ways of these frenchie Canucks
Who give me their seat at the front of the bus
White or negro, english or french
They got but one water fountain for all thirsts to quench
Yes, white or negro, english or french
Use the same water fountain for the same thirst to quench

Got some plums at the market…

Baby it’s a hot day on the porch on de Gaspé
I feel your kicking and I know we’ll be okay

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Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #29: No Healing

Messing aroundDigging up tarpitsAnd we’ll burn it all away

Mining that goldExporting asbestosTrade the future for today

We don’t know whyBut I’ve got a feelingIt could be a long timeBefore we start the healing

Frack that shaleStrip that mountainExtract it all away

Drain all brainsWith the freshwaterRape the future for today’s gain

And I’ve got . . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #29: No Healing

Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #29: No Healing

Messing aroundDigging up tarpitsAnd we’ll burn it all awayMining that goldExporting asbestosTrade the future for todayWe don’t know whyBut I’ve got a feelingIt could be a long timeBefore we start the healingFrack that shaleStrip that mountainExtract it… . . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #29: No Healing

Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #28: Phineas Gage

My name is Phineas GageNew Hampshire boy, born and raisedI drive a stagecoach here in ChileYou might say I’ve come a long way

Drive the coach steady, drive the coach slowFrom Valparaiso to SantiagoSantiago to ValparaisoDrive the coach steady, take it slow

The year was 1848I was blasting Vermont graniteFor the Burlington-Rutland railwayWhen the charge . . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #28: Phineas Gage

Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #28: Phineas Gage

My name is Phineas GageNew Hampshire boy, born and raisedI drive a stagecoach here in ChileYou might say I’ve come a long wayDrive the coach steady, drive the coach slowFrom Valparaiso to SantiagoSantiago to ValparaisoDrive the coach steady, take it sl… . . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #28: Phineas Gage

Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #27: Walking

I was walking todayAnd I passed a manA man I know named HarryWho always wishes everyone well

I was walking with a womanNot just anyoneBut the only one The only one I care to know

I wanted to jump ten miles Straight up in the skyI wanted to write right through the heavensHow badly I . . . → Read More: Tattered Sleeve: Original Song #27: Walking