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(written by McCann/Mahoney/Doyle)
These days I feel a change, All the patterns rearranged
Though I can't explain, I know I’m not afraid
Now I realize all good things can be supplied
And they come from you
Chorus
It's all brand new, and it shines right through
Shines Right Through Me
I look at you and you, and it shines right through
Shines Right Through Me
This feeling that I've found, like sleeping on a cloud
Smiling at the sky, Not even knowing why
Strange how things work out, I know without a doubt
That it comes from you
Break me out of emptiness, Lead me to your light
Anything worth having is worth some sacrifice
Laid too long in lonliness, This world was made to change
Half an hour of sunshine is worth a week of rain
Air is flowing free, it's a little easier to breathe
This soul unbound, was lost and found
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(written by Doyle)
Wake up, without a care. Your head's not heavy, conscience clear
Sins are all forgiven here, yours and mine
Fear has gone without a trace
It's the perfect time, it's the perfect place
Nothing hurting. Nothing sore. No one suffers anymore,
The doctor's found a simple cure.
Just in time
Chorus
All these things if I were King would all appear around me
The world will sing when I am King
The world will sing when I am King
She walks right in she don't even knock. It's the girl you lost to the high
school jock
She shuts the door and turns the lock, and takes your hand.
She says she always felt a fool, for picking the Captain over you
She wonders if you miss her, says she always told her sister
That you're the best damn kisser
That she's ever had
Bridge
Daylight waits to shine until the moment you awaken
So you never miss the dawn
No question, now, you know which road you're taking
Lights all green, the radio plays just the perfect song
Well, the war's been won. All the fights are fought
You find yourself in just the spot
It's a place where everybody's got a song to sing.
Just like the final movie scene. The prince will find his perfect queen
The hero always saves the world. The villains get what they deserve
The boy will always get the girl
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(written by C + R MacDonald)
I still hear the snares in the square
Colours ablaze in the evening
The air was still down the stormy hills
It's good to be young and daring
She was the pride of the summer that year
She was my sweetheart, my lady
We walked to Black Rock and stopped by the Loch
It's good to be young and daring
Chorus
Beat the drum, Beat the drum
Like a heartbeat, Lonely and Strong
Beat the Drum
Across the bay I can still hear the strains
The two step loud and blaring
We walked hand and hand to the beat of the band
It's good to be young and daring
I still hear the snares in the square
Colours ablaze in the evening
She was the pride of the summer that year
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(written by Doyle)
Hey You, you lost your only friend
You can't believe you're broken heart will ever mend
But every mountain has its faces that'd make you want to stop
On this so unwelcome journey from the bottom to the top.
Move along
I believe there's Something Beautiful to see
Move along
I believe there's Something Beautiful
Just waiting for you and me
I know you'll never count the tears you've cried
Though you’ve asked a million questions
No one could tell you why
A single soul is chosen to be the one put to the test
But there will be some consolation for a heart that never rests
The years will make us older
The winters make us colder
And there's one more thing I've come to know for sure
There's no bitterness that smolders, no chip on any shoulder
That a random act of kindness couldn't cure
Hey You, you lost your only friend
You can't believe you're broken heart will ever mend
But every mountain has its faces that'd make you want to stop
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(written by Hallett)
I was just seventeen, when I made the AHL
I couldn't skate in junior, but my fists rang like a bell.
I'll never win a title, and I'll never win the cup,
But when it comes to ladies, I've had the best of luck.
My first one was a sly one, hanging round the rink,
But they sent me off to Cornwall, as fast as you could blink,
In Moose Jaw I was right in love, the daughter of the coach —
He traded me for nothing, didn't take to my approach.
So good-bye, fare thee well,
There's no time for delay,
You'll see me at the face-off, or catch the play-by-play
So good-bye, fare thee well,
I'm glad you shared my bed,
But never trust a fellow with a helmet on his head.
Chantal was from Moncton, elle a jouer avec moi.
A tongue as sharp as razors, but she had a fancy car.
Her husband was a bruiser, played senior in Quebec,
If he'd had the rights of it, it would have been my neck.
Nancy couldn't watch me fight, she'd always be in tears,
Waving from the bleachers, and screaming in my ears,
Dee I should have married, and we had a dandy fling,
But I had a one way contract, blew the money for the ring.
I should have sent a letter, and it would have been polite,
But I'm cleaning out my locker, and time is getting tight.
I'm calling from the station, perhaps another day,
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(written by McCann/Doyle)
She doesn't see the coming fall
She doesn't show no fear at all
Bring on autumn moon or the driving rain
I only hope I see her face again
Chorus
Everything is gonna be alright when summer comes
The darkest stars will burn so bright when summer comes
We will open up our bodies to the warming of the sun
When summer comes
I will wait in the silence until she returns
To melt the frozen prison round this fool who never learns
Every living thing that's born must have its end
What winter takes away, spring brings back again
Chorus
Summer doesn't feel the coming frost
And she doesn't yield to pain or loss
Death where is thy victory where is thy string
When every year we hear the birds of summer sing
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(written by Doyle)
All eyes on Her from dawn till dusk
Hanging on Her every word
Kings and Queens never saw such a fuss
Her Servants are waiting to serve
Sally Ann Sally Ann
Oh when you dance
Every move that you make is amazing.
Take my Heart Take my Hand
Hey Sally Ann
Life will be all that you make it.
I must have got caught in your hair so bright
Got lost in your eyes so blue
I followed around in circles all night
For a chance to dance with you
It breaks my heart to hear her cry
I'm a Fool for Her for sure
See me swallowing my pride
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(written by McCann)
somedays I feel sad and lonely
somedays I feel fine
somedays the clock just ticks too slowly
and I wish away my time
but when you come to me
I realize how wonderful this life can be
with you, you and me
somedays I get so psychotic
and somedays I am blue
somedays I sip my gin and tonic
and I wonder what the world will do
chorus
somedays I think I just fell from the sky
somedays I see a child and start to cry
but everyday I try
somedays I am virtuous
more days I am bad
somedays I just can't get enough
of the sweetest thing I've ever had
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(written by Doyle/Sampson/Daly)
Hey man, you don't know what you're missing
You count your curses and forget about the blessings
Don't you think you should learn a little lesson
What are you waiting for?
Hey man, what makes you so special
Can't seem to find the angels for the devils
Don't you think that if you learned to love a little
You'd live a whole lot more
Chorus
Let it Go Let it Go
This is smaller than you know
No bigger than a pebble lying on a gravel road
Let it Go Let it Go
Got to leave it all behind you
Give the sun a chance to find you
Let it Go
Lift you head, there's no time for crying
You made your bed but don't think its fit to lie in
Wasted on the ground when you know you should be flying
What are you waiting for?
Bridge
How can a man not see
It seems so clear to me
You've just got to live and learn
Smile at the simple stuff
This road ain't long enough
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(Traditional/Arr. Great Big Sea)
What ails you, my daughter dear?
Your eyes, they look so dim,
Have you had any sore sickness,
Or yet been sleeping with a man?
No I haven't had any sore sickness,
But I know what's ailing me,
I am thinking of my own true love
Who ploughs the raging sea.
Is he a lord or a duke or a knight
Or a man of wealth and fame?
Or is he one of our sailor lads
Come tell me now his name.
He is no lord nor duke nor knight
Nor a man of wealth or fame.
He is one of your sailor lads
John Barbour is his name.
Now if John Barbour is his name,
A lowly sailor man is he,
If John Barbour is his name,
Then hanged he shall be.
Then he called his sailors all
By one, by two, by three
John Barbour was the first he called
But the last came down was he.
When he came a dancing down,
He was clothed all in white
His cheeks were like the roses red
And his teeth were ivory bright.
He paid their wages with a smile
And to John Barbour he did say
If I was a woman as I am a man
My bed fellow you would be.
And will you marry my daughter Jane?
And take her by the hand
And will you come and dine with me
Take charge of all my lands.
Yes I will marry your daughter Jane
And take her by the hand
And I will come and dine with you,
But to hell with all your land.
For if you can give her one gold piece,
Then I can give her three.
For they call me young John Barbour
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(Written by Doyle/Sampson)
He was born a sailors son
Nothing came easy or free
He suffered the squalls all the rises and falls
And everything else in between
But he says storms always fade after they've had their way
They're never as bad as they seem
As long as the rivers still run to the seas
Hey Lucky You Lucky Me
Who'd ever thought for a moment
She'd have to grow up so fast
School beauty queen with a child at sixteen
Swore that her fortunes had passed
But blessings can hide in the strangest disguise
I know that she would agree
Hey look at me in the spotlight
Ripped jeans and rock and roll hair
Feeling so cool but I’d be such a Fool
Singing to no one out there
So Hey take a bow every band needs a crowd
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(Written by McCann)
Love LaLaLaLa Love
When we're together why does something always start
Are we both better off when we are apart
Someday's you hate me I can see it in your eyes
It seems like lately you can't wait to criticize me
Chorus
It's alright, we don't have to fight tonight
No, it's alright (repeat)
Everyday I can hear the rockets fly
Over the graves of too many who have died
Fighting for land, or some ancient holy shrine
I bet your blood runs red, just the same as mine, yeah
Chorus
Bridge
Love LaLaLaLa Love
How many more of our children have to fall
Just how high do we have to build these walls
In fighting there's no dignity
It's such a waste of time
Take my hand,
I don't think God will mind.
Chorus
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