1. |
What Makes a Man
02:05
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What makes a man
Is it the way that he walks
Or the way that he talks
What makes a man
Is it the rough of his skin
Or the names of his kin
What makes a man
Is it the places that he chooses
The people he looses
What makes a man
Is it the lands that he’s roamed
Or the ground he calls home
What makes a man
Is it the pain he’s brought on
And the ones that he’s wronged
What makes a man
Is it the secrets he keeps
And the shouts in his sleep
What makes a man
Is it the harm that he’s done
Or the battles he’s won
What makes a man
Is it the choices he makes
Or the vows that he breaks
A man is more than the sum of his parts
It’s the story that he lives that truly sets him apart
A man is more than a pillar of bones
More than what rests six feet underneath a pile of stones
What makes a man
Is it the pages he read
Or the songs in his head
What makes a man
Is it the laws he obeys
Or the way that he prays
What makes a man
Is it the way that he cries
Or the way he defies
What makes a man
Is it his measure of fame
Or the sound of his name:
Jerome
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2. |
Drinking Song
01:39
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Well we’ve been working hard all day
For jobs worth more than what they pay
Our hands are rough, our knuckles bruised
Our spirits spent, our strength all used
But Friday night at day’s end
When the sun is going down
We take our hard earned wages
And we all head into town
So
Pour me out another one
A cup of something strong
Cos I’ve been waking in the dark
To work the whole day long
And even when I get home
There’s no guarantee of rest
But Friday I forget it all
That’s why I like it best
Yes Friday I forget it all
That’s why I like it best
I knew a man named John McGuinn
He claimed that liquor was a sin
He said it made you Satan’s slave
And marked you for an early grave
He never let a man step foot
Upon his boat if he was known
To have drink from time to time
He said the liquor was a crime
But one night as he steered his boat
Unto the shore, unto the shore
A storm picked up like no one’s ever
Seen before, not seen before
And down he went with all his crew
To visit Davy Jones
And rest forever more
All of their noble, sober bones
Though he lived dry
His passing was quite wet
And here’s the moral
I never will forget
If there’d been barrels filled with rum
That he’d have kept on board
He could have climbed on top of them
And floated into shore
If there’d been barrels filled with rum
That he’d have kept on board
He could have climbed on top of them
And floated into shore
So
Pour me out another one
A cup of something strong
Cos I’ve been waking in the dark
To work the whole day long
And even when I get home
There’s no guarantee of rest
But Friday I forget it all
That’s why I like it best
Yes Friday I forget it all
That’s why I like it best
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3. |
The Moon and the Tide
01:58
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I will wait
For the tide
To carry me out
From the love
That I knew
From the love
That I lost
I will wait
For the moon
To carry the tide
I will wait no longer
For love by my side
I will wait
For the sun
To set to the west
For the moon to rise up
For my heartache to rest
I will wait
For the ache
To finally subside
For to carry it out
Like the moon and the tide
I will wait
For the tide
To carry me out
From the love
That I knew
From the love
That I lost
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4. |
Silence Rings
01:51
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I have soared like an eagle
I have called out like a bell
I have made myself my home
Just like a turtle in his shell
I have hollered to the wind
And heard it answer me
But somehow I’m still not free
I have loved as a father
I have loved as a child
I have traded in my tameness
For a life unkind and wild
I have faced what I have lost
And let go what might have been
But somehow I’m still not free
Oh the wind is cold when the sun don’t shine
On the loading docks or deep within the mine
And the work is hard and the pay is poor
And you can remember what the point of it is for
And I will hold my tongue
Just like my father said I should
And it will break my heart
Just like my mother said it would
Silence rings like bells that toll
But secrets stay unheard
And I will never tell a soul
How pain defines a word
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5. |
Coney Island Freak Show
02:07
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Like a dancer on a wire
Like a man who swallows fire
Like a lady with a beard
Well honey I’m no Coney Island Freak Show
But lately things have been a bit weird
Like two sisters sporting tails
Like a man who swallows nails
Like a mystic predicting change
Well honey I’m no Coney Island Freak Show
But lately things have been a bit strange
Wish I could leave this place and just walk away
This town we live in it gets smaller every day
I’m suffocating and I finally see
That you can hide within yourself but you can never be free
Like a lady sporting pins
On the map on her back of every city she’s lived in
Like a man with extra limbs
Well honey I’m no Coney Island Freak Show
But lately things have been a bit grim
Well honey I’m no Coney Island Freak Show
But lately things have been a bit strange
Well honey I’m no Coney Island Freak Show
But lately things have been a bit weird
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6. |
Beauty of the Trees
02:06
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I lost it all
Like a fairy tale
With the last page missing
And no end regaled
I spent my life
Wasting all my days
Filled them up with pity
Saw them through a haze
Sometimes I think that death would bring
The simpleness of ease
But I keep living
For the beauty of the trees
I’ve seen the world
Man I’ve seen it all
From the sunset summers
To the backlit falls
From the solemn winters
To the melting springs
When the birds come home
And the forest sings
I have shouted out my pain
And heard it echo in the breeze
Only to lighten from
The beauty of the trees
I don’t know if there’s a heaven
I don’t know if there’s a hell
I just spend my days in wait
Until they toll my final bell
And when I rest
Finally at peace
I will be grateful for
The beauty of the trees
I will be grateful for
The beauty of the trees
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Sarah Segal-Lazar Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island
Folk Femme Fatale
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