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Ain't Gonna Work live
03:11
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Ain't Gonna Work by Laurie Fuhr SOCAN/ASCAP
Before it happened, one might just say
Things were all moving too fast everyday
You wouldn’t put your baby on a crazy carousel
yet you’d spin yourself so fast your grey matter melts
Now I sit on the couch in the afternoon sun
reading books I’d been saving for rainy days
Put on my headphones and, go for a run
or check on the cookies I made, just for me
Chorus:
Ain’t gonna work in the coffee shop (c2: cubicle) (c3: factory) no more
And I ain’t gonna work in the store
I’m gettin by just fine; workin’ from home online
And I ain’t gonna run in the race with the rats no more
Verse 2:
Now that it happened, we can look back
Decide if we wanted that herd heart attack
More time to make food, that don’t make you die
I take my anxiety with ice cream and pie
Pre-Chorus 2:
Out the park, springtime is here
though socially distant we share our good cheer
The birds in the trees, the flowers and bees
suggest that we do more of what we do best
Let’s stay free… of corporate militant greed
Chorus
Bridge:
There ain’t anyway to change where we came from,
there’s time to change who we become
Chorus
Fin
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2. |
Devil is a Saint live
04:19
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Devil is a Saint by Laurie Fuhr SOCAN/ASCAP
What do you do, when the devil is a saint
Do what you shouldn’t do, you stay out late
After hours bar, lights are soft and drinks refill
You speak to me so warmly, that it’s giving me a chill
Chorus:
You make me sing out loud the sweet refrains, of old romantic songs
But from your heart I hear discord Sincerity is gone
Verse 2:
What do you do, when the devil is a saint
Dress nicely as you can, put on your lady paint
After hours bar, oh yes another glass of wine
Another shot of whisky, well I guess that would be fine
Chorus 2:
You make my heart skip a beat, trip a beat And then fall down
But you’d never help me up again Sincerity is gone
Bridge:
I hate easy assumptions, it’s you I’d like to know
But you dodge my questions, like you don’t want to be known
And when you dim down the lights again, the shadows of doubt
somehow dissipate, the darkness of the room cannot blind
It’s like your job is a stereotype, to which you gleefully subscribe
To which you gleefully subscribe
Solo
Verse 3
What should I do, knowing the devil is a saint
Well I could be indignant, and never take the bait
Or I could be your willin’ fool, and dream of you all day
But if you knew I know your game, would you still play
Chorus 3:
You say you want a real friend, you’re not just comin’ on
But you’re see through as cellophane Sincerity is gone
And so I better stay away from you Sincerity is gone
Sincerity is gone
My sincerity is gone
All sincerity is gone
Sincerity is gone
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3. |
Dry Well live
02:48
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Dry Well by Laurie Fuhr SOCAN/ASCAP
Drivin' down the dusty road in a 30s model T
The year you're in is subject to conditions such as these
If you were a farmer, and I a farmer's wife
Could you try to draw water from my dry dry well
Chorus:
Tryna draw water from a dry well, tryna draw water from a dry well
Tryna draw water from a dry dry well
Do I leave you thirsty baby, oh I can't drink from your pail
Tryna draw water from a dry dry well
Tin roof would be leaking if the sky could shed a tear
Our sad sad situation cannot move a sky so clear
If you were a farmhand, and I a daughter fair
Could you try to draw water from my dry dry well
Chorus
Chickens have all died now, and we had to sell the cow
But we won't lose the far until they take away the plow
If you were a travelin' man, and I so in despair
Could I try to draw water from your dry dry well
Chorus
Outtro
Fin
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Love in the Digital Age by Laurie Fuhr SOCAN/ASCAP
One day they’ll find my bones, wrapped around a cell phone
Waiting for word from you, some phosphorescent quartz
keeping its screen alight None of us survive,
the high-tech volcano, to which we sacrifice
Our sanity what price $599 A deal online
Chorus:
Love in the digital age, is making me insane
At the push of a button, you are gone again
Is it something you (I) said, or is the wifi dead
Love in the digital age, is all the rage, but it makes me want to cry (die)
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When will we smarten up, stop talking through our stuff
After we go blind, we’ll finally see our folly
Our voices then shall rise, you’ll hear me when I cry
Is this a silence fight, please stop I’ll let you win
Oh my fickle love, a single word could save me
Is anything real online?
IRL in real time
Chorus
Solo
Outtro:
One day they’ll find my bones, wrapped around a cell phone
Waiting for word from you I really miss you
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Bluebird Telegraph Calgary, Alberta
Craig and Laurie met at a cafe jam and bonded over Bob Dylan. Laurie might be more folk, and Craig more gypsy jazz, but the two sounds come together in their duo acoustic project Bluebird Telegraph as they share nostalgic originals and classic covers in a variety of genres. ... more
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