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Vanessa of the B-line

V.1
I’ve heard that pretty girls
don’t rides on buses
but here you’re here in curls
and glasses like ordered

V.2
You seem to recognize
that i’m already considering
roman holidays in cafes
and train rides to switzerland

B.1
You and me it’s agreed
got a history already
set-up in fast forward speed
old photos in albums
like a future unspoken
just give in sooner
before my i need a new token

C.1
Already i call you
perfect Vanessa of B-line
Before my stop on davie
somehow gotta make time

V.3
Looking so smart
but I’m too shy to stare
Vanessa in glasses
ponytailed, reading Baudelaire

V.4
Alive in that bus seat
Vanessa you might be
that cool chick inFouevlougs
riding down Cambie

B.1
I’ll wear bow-ties and
serve on faculty
furry eyebrows intact
while you save the world
at ribbon cutting some photo-op

V.5
On the back of my ticket
I’ll pass you a note
off at waterfront station?
i’ll invite you to toke

Refrain
Vanessa act quick now
we’re almost passed the street
i’ll too nervous to tell you
that i think you are
sweet vanessa of the the b-line …

20 Bill

feeling like a 20 bill
stoney drunk
and dressed to spill
onto the roadway
looking like should i feel

the collective sigh
of the worlds sleeping and
sheppards keeping frogs
their head out my roadway way
byways otherwise
i haven’t felt this way
since this time last night
since something exactly like this happened
right on random coincidence standard time

Jiri Bubla / Vlad Krutov

V 1
I get three fifty k
to just show up and play
been three weeks since i lst scored
and yet i still don’t ask for more

V2
I don’t give a shit
if i even get a hit
cause my agent called me again today
and told the check clears either way

Chorus
Hot dogs and vodka
Wash it down with beer
smokies and caesers
i’ve never been so clear

Hot dogs and vodka
half dozen before each game
gimlets with hoagies
maybe thats why i’m so lame

V3
Sometimes I’ll admit
that i’ve done some crimes
stole a smokie from the cart
at granville street and vine …

Bridge 1
In fact, i’ve thiefed em
a couple dozen times
they hard it over
it just ain’t that hard
i load it with relish
and they ask for my two-nie
and by then and eating my napkin and my lord i am running
i’m running, running, running …

Bridge 2
Now here i toil
broke, sad and turmoiled
thinking of all the kids i let down
i sweep up your mess
and you can’t hardly guess
that i use to skate on that ice

V4
But it really don’t matter
if i get any fatter
i can still sweep the wreckage
from the coliseum aisles

V5
When they came out to scout me
they should’ve looked more closely
and discovered my true ambition
ahh the beers, … they steal all my affection

Thunder Bay

Right on
That’s cool
A good Canadian kid

Hey yeah
Not too bad
Proud of what he did

They named his Ray
born in Thunder bay
back when still called
something else

Tired hard in school
Not that he was a fool
He just didn’t
care that much

but he won 2nd place
In science class
His volcano
was the best

Played Junior A
But couldn’t go all the way
Just glad he
saved his teeth

He hitchhiked east
half-way at least
almost made it
to Labrador

though he dug the times
left the Celts behind
and took the
rails back west

With a coffee mug
and pawned guitar
he rarely
missed a feast

Crossed the prairies fast
and hit rockies at last
and kept on
rolling to the coast

Grew some grass for friends
and than had to make amends
when the poe-leece
shook him down

after 3 months rest
in suburban house
he was ready
to make a stand

he sat in front of trucks
and sat some more in courts
all for bearing witness
as trees fall to th’ground

now in these older days
almost twice as wise
and he learned the tools
to change the world
he gots to build a life
to prove it can be done

sharp enough to know
to hang out with the flow
and think how he’s gotta
turn to make life fun

he doesn’t forget
that to make it great
you can’t leave
your clan behind

ya gotta be nice to others
help them from time
to time i guess

New again, waiting

I can write my name
in Japanese
and in gramma’s garden
i can name all the weeds

But i din’t mean much
when it all sucks
cause you are gone all summer

the other girls
they don’t thrill me
i’m a wreck
since you went
to your gramma’s house
all holiday

since that night at the fireworks
i’ve of you mostly
but i must admit
if your not back quick
i’m gonna find another

when your back, we’ll have a blast
we’ll have a blast
I’ve a trick to teach you

All those times
at the bus stop
copping kisses
stealing feels

I want more now
& I’ve grown impatient
you’ve got to ride the greyhound

Run away from summer
got on heading this way
i’ve got two weeks left
to getta know you

we’ll never be this new again
so don’t tease me so dammit now
just hop the hound and
make it here before the snow