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1. |
You Could
02:40
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There are times when I can't believe you want me this way,
Your love's gonna leave a mark on me; I'm not afraid,
We could spend all our time together, it's never enough,
And I know that it won't be easy, but some like it rough,
The fact remains,
You're not taking any action,
The fact remains,
You're not making me happy,
But you could, you could,
Yeah you could, you could,
So I'm taking it back to basics, back to square one,
If we're just having fun together, we can get along,
When you told me you loved me, the trouble began,
'Cause I thought that we could become something we can't,
The fact remains,
You're not taking any action,
The fact remains,
You're not making me happy,
But you could, you could,
Yeah you could, you could,
You could, you could,
Yeah you could, you could
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2. |
Tight Shipwreck
03:26
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Peter Rabbit had a habit,
Of eating all the radishes at once,
Peter never took a wife,
And kept her in a pumpkin shell,
It's none of my business,
Do as you please,
Tend to your garden,
I'll tend to my weeds,
Don't tell me how to navigate the waters of life,
I run a tight shipwreck,
Mary Mack had silver buttons,
All the way along her back,
Mary Mary, quite contrary,
Wooed pretty maids with silver bells,
It's none of my business,
Do as you please,
Tend to your garden,
I'll tend to my weeds,
Don't tell me how to navigate the waters of life,
I run a tight shipwreck,
Hail the creatures of the night,
Be you dog-walkers, or scofflaws,
Or pumpkin-turners, after eight,
We're all on our way to jail,
It's none of my business,
Do as you please,
Tend to your garden,
I'll tend to my weeds,
Don't tell me how to navigate the waters of life,
I run a tight shipwreck,
I run a tight shipwreck
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3. |
Fixed It!
03:04
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Hey look, I fixed the thing!
Aren't I so clever?
It works much better now,
Aren't I good to you, baby?
All bow down to the one who fixed it,
All bow down to the man of the house,
She didn't fix it 'cause she didn't have the time,
With the kids running out in the street with no shoes on,
She didn't fix it 'cause she didn't have the time, the time,
Hey look, I thought a thought,
Aren't I so clever?
I think much better than you,
Aren't you glad I'm around?
All bow down to the one who thought it,
All bow down to the man of the house,
She didn't think it 'cause she didn't have the time,
With the kids running out in the street with no shoes on,
She didn't think it 'cause she didn't have the time, the time,
Oh, oh, (run, run, run)
No, she didn'think it 'cause she didn't have the time,
The time to her herself
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4. |
Adèle
03:45
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Adèle, we've travelled through hell,
But you know that it wasn't intentional,
In fact my intentions were fair,
It's just that we aren't conventional,
And the empathy cupboard was bare,
Adèle, you wove me a spell,
Caught me up in the web of your certainty,
Made me fall in the fountain of youth,
If today was the start of eternity,
It would never be lacking in truth,
But it's almost as if you had never been born,
The politics ruins that beautiful morn,
And this movie's moral is no moral at all,
But the price of admission is dear,
Adèle, I knew you well,
Did you think that our lives would be easier?
Did you think that the shadow would fade?
Could the storyline get any cheesier?
Did you cancel the victory parade?
Adèle, I'll never tell,
The tales that we shared are memorials,
The roads that we travelled are sand,
We live among fierce territorials,
Who are ever defending their land,
And sometimes I see that it wasn't in doubt,
And I knew crystal clear what you were talking about,
Then it took me so high that the world became small,
And our tragedy just disappeared,
And how do we judge if we're right or we're wrong?
It's like judging the singer by judging the song,
And if it just happens that it falls on our side,
Then we leave this sad story behind,
Adèle, Adèle
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5. |
Up on a Hill
01:45
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Up on a hill, I found my love,
Up on a hill, I left her there,
She wasn't there on my return,
I'll never see the likes of her,
Who shall I follow,
Where shall I wander,
How will I ever find my love?
Who shall I follow,
Where shall I wander,
When will I ever find my love?
Who shall I follow,
Where shall I wander,
How will I ever find my love?
Who shall I follow,
Where shall I wander,
When will I ever find my love?
Now many years have passed me by,
And many loves have caught my eye,
Our love just wasn't meant to be,
Take what you need, then set it free
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You came into town,
The long weekend in May,
By the second night,
We were bored and awake,
After a drink or two,
We could find an excuse,
To climb the stairs,
And sit on my bed,
And you said:
Maybe you could be my girl,
Maybe she could also be your girl,
Maybe I could be his boy,
Maybe she could also be his girl,
You cast on the toe,
As the clouds rolled in,
When you turned the heel,
It was clear again,
We gave up the dream,
Of a long-term thing,
But since we're together here now,
Let's try one last time,
Maybe you could be my girl,
Maybe she could also be your girl,
Maybe I could be his boy,
Maybe she could also be his girl
Yay-e-yo
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7. |
Feeling of Fire
02:30
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We all sacrifice our freedom for our safety,
Severing our ties with Mother Earth,
We do it on purpose, for what it's worth,
For what it's worth, for what it's worth,
We all sacrifice our safety for our freedom,
We get closer, closer, closer to the edge,
We do it on purpose, on le fait exprès,
On le fait exprès, on le fait exprès,
'Cause we like the feeling of fire, we like the feeling of fire,
'Cause we like the feeling of fire, we like the feeling of fire,
We all sacrifice our safety for our pleasure,
We make more and more and more awkward moments,
We do it on purpose, on le fait exprès,
On le fait exprès, on le fait exprès,
'Cause we like the feeling of fire, we like the feeling of fire,
'Cause we like the feeling of fire, we like the feeling of fire,
Ooh we like the feeling of fire, we like the feeling of fire,
'Cause we like the feeling of fire, we like the feeling of fire,
We all sacrifice our safety
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8. |
Making Mistakes
04:04
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I run every day,
I'm a champion they say,
'Cause I do what I don't want to do,
Got nothing left to give,
I'm just decorative,
'Cause I do what I don't want to do,
I wanna tell you,
That I took it all in,
Though I move slowly,
I move surely,
I'd hate to have to tell you,
That ready never came,
So I'm making memories,
I'm making mistakes,
Is it enough to sustain me,
In my old age?
I choose my friends with care,
And my lovers with abandon,
'Cause I know what matters most in life,
Got no fucks left to give,
I was way too sensitive,
In my younger and more foolish days,
I wanna tell you,
That I took it all in,
Though I move slowly,
I move surely,
I'd hate to have to tell you,
That ready never came,
So I'm making memories,
I'm making mistakes,
Is it enough to sustain me,
In my old age?
I cherish all the time I've been given,
I want each day to last,
All the hardships are forgotten and forgiven,
As the future meets the past,
I wanna tell you,
That I took it all in,
Though I move slowly,
I move surely,
I'd hate to have to tell you,
That ready never came,
So I'm making memories,
I'm just making memories,
I'm making more memories,
Making mistakes
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9. |
The Jailer's Key
03:35
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The dank pine smell in the horse shelter,
Did not dissuade her, as he asked for her hand,
Nor did the fact that she was promised to another,
That could be rectified,
Don't say I'm the only one for you,
Don't say you can't live without me,
To you those words may sound like expressions of an open heart,
But I just hear the jailer's key turning,
They announced their intentions at his cousin's old farmhouse,
The family was gathered there,
A young girl asked the happy couple, "Is it true?
Well I never want to marry, I tell you."
Don't say I'm the only one for you,
Don't say you can't live without me,
To you those words may sound like expressions of an open heart,
But I just hear the jailer's key turning
The bride-to-be responded, "Well, I don't mind what you do,
But I see a pretty good road ahead,
I know he's not the one,
There's probably hundreds I could choose from,
To share my life with,"
Don't say I'm the only one for you,
Don't say you can't live without me,
To you those words may sound like expressions of an open heart,
But I just hear the jailer's key turning
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10. |
I'm Here for It
03:32
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You're a wounded soul,
A stunted individual,
You can't escape your past,
And you can't face the future,
It's all too much,
It's complicated enough,
Without all these feelings,
If you've given up on love,
Then let's call it something else,
You can treat me like a god,
As you worship me in bed,
We can call it what you like,
We can call it anything,
If you wanna treat me right,
Well, I'm here for it
Trick or treat,
It's only me,
Unconvincingly disguised as your worst nightmare,
I never asked,
To be let in,
But you barred the door pre-emptively,
If you've given up on love,
Then let's call it something else,
You can treat me like a god,
As you worship me in bed,
We can call it what you like,
We can call it anything,
If you wanna treat me right,
Well, I'm here for it
Maybe tomorrow,
I'll find a new project,
Get a better idea of what I want,
But in the meantime,
I'll tolerate waiting,
For some sign of vulnerability,
If you've given up on love,
Then let's call it something else,
You can treat me like a god,
As you worship me in bed,
We can call it what you like,
We can call it anything,
If you wanna treat me right,
Well, I'm here for it
Well, I'm here for it,
Yeah, I'm here for it
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11. |
The Joys of the Country
03:29
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I didn't like him much, when we first met,
But at that point I hadn't seen nothing yet,
Realized I should give him a second chance,
If I wanted to get into his good books,
My love, he is handsome, my love, he is kind,
My love has a truly fantastic beehive,
Where the bees make sweet sweet honey for me,
We rejoice in the joys of the country,
Wish I could remember how it all began,
We decided to buy a few acres of land,
Always knew that I wanted a piece of that,
Ask me no more questions,
My love, he is handsome, my love, he is young,
My love he is rather impressively hungry,
For the treats I bring him with afternoon tea,
We rejoice in the joys of the country,
Watching the pigs as they roll in the hay,
Feeding the chickens, and hoping they'll lay,
Milking the cows, and cutting the grass,
It's hot, dirty work, working hard on the farm,
My love picks an apple, my love picks a plum,
My love has a talent, for making me covet,
All the juicy delights he picks straight from the tree,
We rejoice in the joys of the country
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12. |
Free Agents
04:23
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Never mind the way the colours dance and shimmer,
You know it's only oil in a puddle,
Never mind the beauty of everything around you,
You know it only gets you into trouble,
And I can't say I'll always be this way,
Any I don't need assurance that you'll stay,
'Cause we are free agents,
Who know what we want,
And we are happy wanderers,
Who follow our hearts,
Lately I prefer the lack of clarity,
To the feeling of obligation,
Lately I prefer the stable variety,
Of several sure things,
And I can't say I'll always be this way,
Any I don't need assurance that you'll stay,
'Cause we are free agents,
Who know what we want,
And we are happy wanderers,
Who follow our hearts,
But it’s not all about me, and it’s not all about you,
We’ve gotta make concessions for the greater good,
You might think I’m insensitive to put my feelings first,
But ignoring them is worse, yeah, ignoring them is worse,
I don’t stay out late awaiting my destiny,
My happy ever after mate,
But if I care to go I ain’t misbehaving,
Rebellion ain’t my game,
And I can't say I'll always be this way,
Any I don't need assurance that you'll stay,
'Cause we are free agents,
Who know what we want,
And we are happy wanderers,
Who follow our hearts,
We follow our hearts,
We follow our hearts
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13. |
The River Flows
03:39
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Can you count up your lovers,
On one hand, on one hand,
Or do you need a hand, do you need a hand?
Can you count up your lovers,
On two hands, on two hands,
Or do you need a hand, do you need a hand?
The river flows,
Only one way,
You can divert it,
But you can't contain it,
I know it's just a matter of time,
I know it's just a matter of time,
Sometimes you messages don't come out too clear,
Life is complicated,
I hear you, I hear you,
Doesn't really matter if we do this thing or not,
If sparks fly,
So what, so what?
The river flows,
Only one way,
You can divert it,
But you can't contain it,
I know it's just a matter of time,
I know it's just a matter of time,
There's always something more important than this,
Call me frivolous, call me frivolous,
Push it under water,
Let it suffer, let it drown,
When it floats back to the surface,
Are you down, are you down?
The river flows,
Only one way,
You can divert it,
But you can't contain it,
I know it's just a matter of time,
I know it's just a matter of time
Can you count up your lovers,
On one hand, on one hand,
Or do you need a hand, do you need a hand?
Can you count up your lovers,
On two hands, on two hands,
Or do you need a hand, do you need a hand,
Do you need a hand, Do you need a hand?
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Libby Hortop Ottawa, Ontario
In 2014, Libby Hortop bought an autoharp off Kijiji on a whim and began writing songs in the simplest, most uninhibited way possible. When she teamed up with seasoned guitarist and singer Cal Tranner, Libby & Cal was born. Their jangly strings and smooth vocal harmonies combine to create a unique but accessible sound. They have performed at Kaffé 1820, Roxham Woolgathering, Art House, and Pressed. ... more
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