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ave Bidini and Martin Tielli |
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I read about your band in the entertainment news. |
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Struck me how you sounded so cynical. |
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For every Ocean Ranger and penny-poor reserve, |
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You're wasted in a tavern with other wasted birds. |
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What about The Band? What about the Guess Who? |
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The day they made the charts in Billboard magazine... |
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All the Irish armies couldn't teach you |
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Of independence, peace, and brotherhood. |
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I hope I'm never bitter, and I hope I never change. |
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I hope I have a reason to be concerned. |
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For all the wounded divers and all the sunken crews |
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Wouldn't know the secrets of the deep had they waited on board. |
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Ah, someone wants a contract and someone wants a crumb, |
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Some will dress in greasepaint on Video Hits... |
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All the Irish armies couldn't keep you |
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From standing there, speaking sabre-toothed. |
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Do you get the urge when winter comes? |
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All the laughing scarecrows and all the cocaine dogs |
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Couldn't bark me down my fence into the middle of your yard. |
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Someone wants a contract and someone wants a crumb, |
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Some will sing in greasepaint on Video Hits. |
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All the Irish armies couldn't keep you |
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From hiking like an injured, aimless mule. |
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Do you get the urge when winter comes? |
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Cut. |
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In the blue Canadian winter, I'll follow your trail |
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Till your love becomes a snowbank hardened by gale. |
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When ice appears on matchsticks and the salt trucks fail, |
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And coalmen hibernate through their alarms. |
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In the blue Canadian winter an iceman roams, |
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Building railroads made of iron, sweat, and skin. |
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When you become thawed-out your love will swamp the tracks, |
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And my heart will be restored with virgin blood. |
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Warm, your warm, Victoria. |
