1. |
Smooth Operation
03:51
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On Monday we felt high
Tuesday, just the same
Wednesday, I felt nothing
Thursday was my own to take out and burn
It’s later in the week and we wait our turn undercover
You lose your hold on the mirror
It’s time, it’s time, I know, to see it clearer
We’re hard enough on you
Yeah, we’re hard enough on you
How many people are here?
Same as the previous year?
The yard is made of garbage, we wait around for nothing
Is this how we pictured it?
Is this what we saw?
As you lose your hold on the mirror
It’s time, it’s time, I know, to see it clearer
You choose the halfway point, it’s closer
We’re hard enough on you.
Yeah, we’re hard enough on you
Yeah, we wait our turn undercover
You lose your hold on the mirror
It’s time, it’s time, I know, to see it clearer
You choose the halfway point
We wait our turn undercover
You lose your hold on the mirror
It’s time, it’s time, I know, to see it clearer
You choose the halfway point
Yeah, we’re hard enough on you
Yeah, we’re hard enough on you
Yeah, we’re hard enough on you
Yeah, we’re hard enough
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2. |
City Life
03:27
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Jon Hynes - Vocals, Guitars, Bass
Pat Johnson - Drums, Percussion
James Bunton - Wurlitzer Piano
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3. |
Add a Little Danger
02:48
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You wonder why the life in you is gone
It’s every time you wake up
I know it’s hard but I’m not soft like you
I’m soft like him
In not so many words
Am I the only one breaking the rules?
And you were right, and I was right, too
At last you danger it up
You add a little a danger
So what am I going to do now?
And how will this run aground?
Listen to me won’t you?
‘Cause it’s hard enough to be found
I wonder why the life in you is gone
And then you turn and make it all up
I see your strength but I’m not soft like you
I’m strong
I’m strong
I’m strong like him
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4. |
Like You Do
03:45
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Let me have that radio
I don’t wanna sing alone
I don’t wanna hurt no one like you do
Let one station tag along
I don’t wanna write no songs
I don’t wanna hurt no one like you do
Won’t you make me now?
‘Cause I’m afraid you’ll let me down
On the stage I fake each bow
You make the matters meet now
Let me make the record clear
So, I can prove to you my dear
I don’t wanna hurt no one like you do
Summer, fall, and winter gone
Lay to rest so we can pawn
Spring is always blooming with the sun
Won’t you make me now?
‘Cause I’m afraid you’ll let me down
On the stage I fake each bow
You make the matters meet now
Won’t you make me now?
‘Cause I’m afraid you’ll let me down
On the stage I fake each bow
You make the matters meet now
Won’t you make me now?
‘Cause I’m afraid you’ll let me down
On the stage I fake each bow
You make the matters meet now
You make the matters meet now
You make the matters meet now
You make the matters meet now
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5. |
Under the Gardiner
03:18
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How come you’re always running?
From a passing time
Under the Gardiner, sister
In the middle of the night
Oh, you walk back slowly
With a thorn in your side
Save the details just make it out alive
Into the spruce I wait for a moment
Lay on my back the stars in my eyes
I see your faults and you obsess with mine
The club connects and I drift to the sky
How come you’re always running?
Toward an open sky
Like a bird migrating
You’re fixed in flight
You make a home from nothing
Living free and wild
Save the details just be the hunter this time
Into the spruce I wait for a moment
Lay on my back the stars in my eyes
I see your faults and you obsess with mine
The club connects and I drift to the sky
Into the spruce I wait for a moment
Lay on my back the stars in my eyes
I see your faults and you obsess with mine
The club connects and I drift to the sky
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6. |
Waltz I
03:24
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Take my gold and all my honesty
There is no use in this tragedy
It’s a gold mine
It’s a gold mine
It’s a waste of time
It’s a waste of
Hot is my body
With a cold soul raging on and on and on and on
It’s a waste of time
It’s a waste of time
When I wait at home for you
Like a love sick teenager with nothing to do
Take my cigarettes and just leave me to dreamin’
This is my day
This is my waste of time
It’s a waste of time
When I risk my life for you
Like a love sick teenager with nothing to prove
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7. |
Widower/Murderer
04:38
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Won’t you run my widow murderess
Those twins they want you to lay down for good
You can lay your head on stone my dear
Just don’t let the range create your fears
Won’t you run, my widow?
Won’t you run, my widow?
Won’t you run, my widow?
Won’t you run?
You can wait out in a town
Of hardened men with no consent
Hear the church delivering
A blow by blow of misery
Won’t you run, my widow?
Won’t you run, my widow?
Won’t you run, my widow?
Won’t you run?
Won’t you run, my widow?
Won’t you run, my widow?
Won’t you run, my widow?
Won’t you run?
Staying wide-eyed to beat them
What do you know
Coming down from the mountain
A wave of snow
Staying wide-eyed to beat them
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8. |
Overwhelmed
04:20
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My head’s in a brace that you made
It’s a custom job
And my fears are for real, more than yours
Oh, these fears they hold me up
Like a kid in the sun
Wasting no time on fun
Put me down, shake me off
Brush my knees ‘cause there’s work to do
And I don’t need you by my side
Here comes that storm we’ve been waiting for
And we both knew
Yeah, Here comes that storm we’ve been waiting for
And we both knew
Everytime my head finds my hands
I’m overwhelmed
Everytime my head finds my hands
I’m overwhelmed
I mean’t, yes I meant
To let you run away
And now I got this feeling like I’m alone
Without you by my side
Without you by my side
Here comes that storm we’ve been waiting for
And we both knew
Yeah, Here comes that storm we’ve been waiting for
And we both knew
Everytime my head finds my hands
I’m overwhelmed
Everytime my head finds my hands
I’m overwhelmed
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9. |
The Film
03:34
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If I was your lover would you dance with me?
If you were a rain cloud would you pour over me?
‘Cause in the morning when I wake next to you
Then I know this must be a dream
So, how’d we get here?
When we float like ships at sea
You can call it a fortune or call it luck, whatever you need
The afternoon came easy
Like a star for the role he was born to play
Just not today
In this world
I’m the one that never finds you
Made so strong
With the lamp of the poor guide you
Wait outside to see
You in the mist and my soul gone
The evening is knocking on the door desperately
The world always breaking, but our life like melody
Don’t bother checking, because I know how this ends
You leave me alone and all that’s left is a dream
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10. |
Waltz II
04:13
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Kill that motor
It’s been running way too long
With half a captain the crew’s as good as gone
Make your way through
The winding rivers of gold
It’s a beautiful site
Among the rich and old
Well isn’t heaven enough?
What more do you need?
Like i’d ever give it up?
Like I’d ever give
Am I just wasting time?
Am I just wasting time?
Am I just wasting time?
Am I just wasting time?
As I make my way
So fevered, broken, and bent
Like the will of a child
Am I meant to be wild?
Oh, the things you promised me
Am I just wasting time?
I’m just wasting time
I’m just wasting time
I’m just wasting time
Little darlin’ I wanna waltz
Yeah, I wanna waltz with you
Little darlin’ I wanna waltz
Yeah, I wanna waltz
Am I a waste of time?
I’m just a waste of time
Am I a waste of time?
I’m a waste of time
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Jon Hynes Ottawa, Ontario
Singing songs with reverb, delay, and occasionally an octave pedal
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I was with Kelly when some of these songs were still young kids finding themselves. We workshopped them and played them live a few times. Great songwriter and one the prettiest voices in the country
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