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Wildfire
04:01
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Lyrics to Wildfire:
Born with nerves on top of the skin
A mind sharper than Shakespeare’s pen
Driven by denied desire
Burnin’ like a wildfire
Don’t let the truth spoil a tale
Spin ‘em round like a full force gale
Call them into your tripwire
Burn ‘em up, wildfire
All the ones who thought you’d quit
Just like when a match gets lit
Now there’s no flame that burns higher
Or hotter than you, wildfire
Standing out from the crowd
Everybody tries to bring you down
Bury you deep in the mire
They can’t tame you, wildfire
Gonna leave ‘em all behind in smoke
Nobody’s fool, nobody’s joke
And every hurtful word’s just an amplifier
Fuel for you, wildfire
Gonna leave ‘em all behind in smoke
Nobody’s fool, nobody’s joke
And every hurtful word’s just an amplifier
Fuel for you, wildfire
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Father's Child
03:29
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Lyrics to Father's Child
He had a mouth just like a sailor
And a poet all the same
He could talk his way out of anything
Then start the whole damn fight again
He would show me the good book
Then contradict each verse
With his Friday night behaviour
On a Sunday after church
And it all comes clear
When the smoke disappears
Sometimes things in the mirror
Are closer than they appear
He could hold a room in stitches
Wrap ‘em round his finger one by one
When his light would shine upon you
It felt brighter than the sun
He would come and go just like the wind
Said he did the best he could
When I’d tell him that he let me down
He said that I misunderstood
And it all comes clear
When the smoke disappears
Sometimes things in the mirror
Are closer than they appear
And I’m always finding trouble
I’m always running wild
My mother did her best
But I am my father’s child
And it all comes clear
When the smoke disappears
Sometimes things in the mirror
Are closer than they appear
Closer than they appear
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LYRICS:
Tonight my highway companions are the stardust and the moon
Cigarette, dashboard radio, going in and out of tune
I'm running out of chances, so I gotta make this count
The things I've learned to live with, I'm trying to put them down
How a siren from a cop car could make my heartbeat race
The made-up occupations to try and save face
All of the phone calls late at night
Desperation in the voices on the end of the line
So I'm drivin' far away, somewhere that I can turn the page
Will this dark road break me down, before I get to turn around
We used to tell ourselves it was just boys being boys
One day you're pushing forty, it's still the same old noise
Pushing powder, pills, methamphetamine
From the addicts on the corner to the rich kid party scene
So I'm drivin' far away, somewhere that I can turn the page
Will this dark road break me down, before I get to turn around
How far do I have to run
To leave behind the things I've done
So I'm drivin' far away, somewhere that I can turn the page
Will this dark road break me down, before I get to turn around
So I'm drivin' far away, somewhere that I can turn the page
Willl this dark road break me down, before I get to turn around
Before I get to turn around
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Settlers' Town
04:47
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Lyrics to Settlers' Town:
I’m from a settlers’ town
Tiny boxes in tidy rows
The common clay in a wartime home
Western propagation
Raised in a settlers’ town
Most things handed to me
Taken from the land and the sea
And a wounded nation
And all that happened before my time
But sins get passed on down the line
It’s time for me to know
The things I’ve gotta own
Dark secrets of a settlers’ town
Down in the south end
A fence separating us from them
Careful when you cross over
Cos it’s Blackfoot land
There goes the neighbourhood
Folks said they ain’t no good
Dirty looks and cold shoulders
It was easier just to turn a blind eye
Than to stand up against what I knew wasn’t right
It’s time for me to know
The things I’ve gotta own
Hard living in a settlers’ town
Girl in my class in seventh grade
Brown eyes and black hair in braids
The deck was stacked against her
We used to tear her apart
About the way she dressed
And the way she spoke
Did it ‘till her spirit broke
Prey of peer pressure
I used to tell myself I was too foolish and young
To understand the poison that came from my tongue
But it’s time for me to know
The things I’ve gotta own
Yeah, it’s time for me to know
The things I’ve gotta own
Yeah, it’s time for me to know
The things I’ve gotta own
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5. |
Holding My Place
04:19
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Lyrics for Holding My Place:
Like a dog in a cage
On a bed made of stone
Days darker than night
Leaves a chill in your bones
I did a dime in the blues
Hard time on my heart
Bars on the door
Barbed wire in the yard
Papers in hand
Inmate discharged
Thrown to the wolves
Bag of clothes in my arm
Address on a page
A place to make a new start
But it’s so hard to change
When you know who you are
The path I’ve been down
I try not to retrace
But there’s nowhere to turn
They’re just holding my place
Hate conquer love
Was all I’d ever seen
More easy to drown
Than swimming upstream
So I slipped through the cracks
With the busted and broke
Foregone conclusion
The butt of the joke
The picture that’s drawn
Well I try to erase
But it’s carved into stone
They’re just holding my place
Sitting here now
With no shackles and chains
But it’s a matter of time
‘till they bind me again
I’ve tried to find faith
Tried to find truth
But some folks are no good
I guess I’m living proof
When they take me back in
Well they’ll just close the case
We’ve seen this one before
We’ve been holding his place
The picture that’s drawn
Well I try to erase
But it’s carved into stone
They’re just holding my place
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Marilyn
03:24
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Lyrics to Marilyn:
Beauty like a July storm
Eyes fiery grey
Hair dark and long
A playful soul
A trickster’s grin
Sweet sister Marilyn
You were my superhero
Your blanket cape I would follow
A battle that you could not win
Took you from me Marilyn
Does love go on
Even when you’re gone
Does it go on and on and on?
I know you’d have been so proud
I made a good life for myself
A loving home, my own children
I told them about you, Marilyn
Because love goes on
Even when we’re gone
It goes on and on and on
Because love goes on
Even when we’re gone
It goes on and on and on
It goes on and on and on
It goes on and on and on
Born just like a July storm
Eyes fiery grey and a spirit strong
Grandchild’s name to be given
They’re calling her sweet Marilyn
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Frame by Frame
04:23
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Lyrics to Frame by Frame:
You’d be fumbling for your seatbelt
Flying down the road
Or shaving in the rear-view mirror
You drove that Lincoln Continental like a 944
Used it like an old John Deere
And I’d be hanging on
Wide eyed and smilin’
That country road still seems so clear
All we have are moments
Little else remains
A motion picture, always moving
Frame by frame
A lifetime of a man’s unwanted treasure
Garbage to the untrained eye
But if I had a nickel for every time you had a washer
Nuts and bolts, just the perfect size
Saving, patching, fixing things up
Lessons that are passed on down the line
All we have are moments
Little else remains
A motion picture, always moving
Frame by frame
Well I used to roll my eyes at you
Like my gal does to me
About all the things that I now emulate
How I drive like I’m still living in the country
How I use a piece of bread to clean my plate
And we’re running out of spaces to keep all of these spare parts
I’m hanging on to just in case
All we have are moments
Little else remains
A motion picture, always moving
Frame by frame
A motion picture, always moving
Frame by frame
Frame by frame
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8. |
Solid Ground
05:04
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Lyrics to Solid Ground:
Some nights when I strum this guitar I think of the ones before,
Trudging across the barren plains, frozen to the core
Welcome to the wild west, where a man can make his way
Sold ‘em all on paradise and crops they would raise
But it was boom or bust, grain or dust, gone with a cold north wind
By the time you get here boys, you’ll forget where you’ve been
Just hanging on, to another wild ride
Wild horses, kicking holes up in the sky
We hope and pray this rodeo doesn’t take us down
Keep your head on straight and land your boots on solid ground
These days we’re higher than the Rockies, lower than the depths of hell
Feel like we’re drawing water from an empty well
And it’s boom or bust, oil or rust, fire in the sky
Fortunes gained are fortunes lost in the blinking of an eye
Just hanging on, to another wild ride
Wild horses, kicking holes up in the sky
We hope and pray this rodeo doesn’t take us down
Keep your head on straight and land your boots on solid ground
I put my guitar back in its case as the sun begins to rise
Wondering how much has really changed in the time that’s passed us by
It’s still boom or bust, hope and trust that we’ll make it through somehow
And no telling where we’re heading on this road that we’re on now
Just hanging on, to another wild ride
Wild horses, kicking holes up in the sky
We hope and pray this rodeo doesn’t take us down
Keep your head on straight and land your boots on solid ground
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9. |
The Sweater
03:13
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Lyrics to The Sweater:
Well, I thought that it got left behind, somewhere along the way
With the ball caps and the playing cards, from your younger days
But I found it in a cardboard box, labelled stuff to go
The sweater that you wore, white and black and gold
Shipped out from the east coast, where our roots run deep
Stitched for you to grow into, it came down to your feet
And despite all of my caution, you were gonna wear it proud
Tattered edges show every tiny toddler tumble down
And every season has to change, every bird is bound to find its wings
And the days might seem to crawl by, but the years just fly
To think it ever fit you, looks too small to believe
Your own man now with little ones, with their own hopes and dreams
And I hope you don’t make my mistake, never slowin’ down
Precious things and memories are all that I’ve got now
And every season has to change, every bird is bound to find its wings
And the days might seem to crawl by, but the years just fly
They just fly
They just fly
They just fly
Found it in a cardboard box, labelled stuff to go
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10. |
After You Got Back
04:07
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Lyrics to After You Got Back:
After you got back, your eyes cast towards the floor
The air felt heavy
After you got back, you kept one foot out the door
Your head in the clouds
I am here
I shout, but you don’t seem to hear
A slowly disappearing act
After you got back
After you got back, no distance to armour you
From the things you’d done
After you got back, the weight you were carrying
You couldn’t show me
I try to help
You’d rather let it take you down
And all the colours faded to black
After you got back
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T. Buckley Calgary, Alberta
T. Buckley stands quietly among a disappearing ilk of true craftsmen. His soul and voice are unmistakably genuine alongside his Western roots resulting in a class of songsmith long revered and scarcely achieved.
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