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Crescent Moon
by Dave Bidini

Someday they'll lock the gate
And your crescent moon will fall.
Who will help you to your feet?
Who'll say "Don't give up" again?
They shot the streetlights out;
I wondered if you knew
That they had no choice that day--
Their hometown's burned away.

When I saw you at the bay
With your suitcase and your ring.
You found the boat was on the rocks.
Where's the warning sign?

The place where I found you
Was inside the doughnut shop.
Then you heard the whistle blow,
Much louder than my voice.
I heard some kids, they said:
"You can't be born again."
And they had no choice that day--
Their hometown's burned away.

If you never, ever, ever come back, come back to you...
Your crescent moon will fall, again.

Canadian Dream
by Tim Vesely

I am saving up my mind, and my money, and my sex.
When this winter freeze is done, come the springtime, I'll be gone.
Traverse the grand prairies on a Greyhound bus.

I know that I have said this before:
It's been awhile since 1974.
This time I'm really serious,
I might not ever be home again.
Oh Vancouver--far west as we go--just a stone's throw from L.A.

Oh, my home, I know
You are somewhere near
On the crust of this planet;
Perhaps next year.

I'll show my friends, I'll be the first
Making money with my guitar on my back.
"Youthful optimists!" is that all that you can say?
I'll send you postcards when I'm far away.
Back east in an ebb tide of history, to refind and old found land.

The Ballad of Wendel Clark
Part I
by Martin Tielli
Part II
by Dave Clark and Dave Bidini

Part I

Got a friend in B.C., know some winders kissing New York.
And I wanna buy a motorcycle and cut up to some farm...

Somewhere in this cowshit county, where the hills are round and green...

Late nights make me really tired, all this jamming gives me a headache,
Like listening to earthquakes all wired up for rock and roll.
Mama only listens to the radio.
Papa only watches hockey games.
This suburb rocks with the Eddie Van Wailers.
God save the Queen--she made you a moron!

Part II

Well I heard Wendel talking to Dave Hodge last night--
And he said that he was confident and keen.
And he said that Jacques Plante didn't die
So all of us could glide,
He said that hard work is the ethic of the free.

Wendel was a man with a stick in his hands
Who learned how to play in Kelvington, S-A-S-K.
You'll wish that you had died,
When Wendel has your hide,
'Cause he does it the Canadian way.

So now we sit around on the couch and watch TV
And we see Wendel leading the team.
Well, if God made Clark on the seventh day,
He knew what He was doing if He did.
(If He did!)

Like this: Bam, Bam--digga digga damm!
Clear the trap, 'cause here comes Wendel.
Number seventeen, I mean it!

Ditch Pigs
by Martin Tielli

Called you, you were not at home, no.
And I know that it's nothing but...
You've been gone for so long
And I know that it's nothing but...

I try to stay together, but I...
Try to figure whether, but I...
You were on the telephone
When they were pulling me out of the ditch.
You were gone.

Knocked your door, there was no answer,
So I left; I went away.
You were gone, you weren't home now,
So I left your bell alone.

You were so gone. You were gone.
Ditch pigs.

Called you for naked answers,
Bus stops and useless transfers.
You live far, so far demand.
I put the ticket in the garbage can.

I don't know nothing, I guess I'm broke.
You were on the telephone
When they were pulling me out of the ditch.
You were gone.
You were so gone. You are so gone.
Ditch pigs.

I want an egg salad sandwich and a glass of Coke...

Higher and Higher
by Dave Bidini

This is some dancing party.
All of the stars and the moon have fallen.
What did you see down at the fountain?
I looked for it once, but never again.
Where were you when the lights faded?
I chased the girl with the pills in her purse.
They set a fire to the great statue
I watched it go down, and it bored me to tears.

And I watched you with my camera over thousand miles of road.
But you always left me waiting on the phone...

This is the one that I wanted forever.
She stood at the door with her ten-dollar grin.
Morning I woke up, and I blamed the weather:
She held me outside, but wouldn't come in.
So plug in the stars, they'll shine like electric.
The party is over 'cause no one can sing.
Though I was happy, then I started thinking.
Distance can't bridge even simpler things.

Up, up, higher and higher.
I'll climb the walls but I'll tumble back down.
Lord, how I wish I had wings.
(Lord, how I wish I could fly...)

If time is the rope that ties us together,
The clock on the wall has a globe of its own.
Thought I was happy, then I started drinking.
And then I would see you come sailing back home.
Back home.

OK By Me
by Dave Bidini

I want to unplug the system, get a brand new start.
If we end this, so will end my heart.
Anything you do is OK by me.
I don't want to see you clearly.
You are seeing right through me.
Anything you want, I want it too.
I don't want this known by any.
You are laughing with your friends.
Every time you call, it calls my name.
I want to unplug the system, get a brand new start.
If we end this, so will end my heart.

Churches and Schools
by Tim Vesely

We were born where the earth and sky mix up.
Many drown in conventional mire.
Underfoot is a stable home
When it's quarantined from the air above.

We got churches and...
We got schools and...
We got people who mix things up.
Who am I to come and criticize your way?

We will live where the earth and sky mix up.
Could we live any other way?
Once we know of air, we start breathing--
Breathing deeper, till we can't stop...

(That's why) we got churches and...
We got schools and...
We got buildings we can't bust up.
Who am I to come and criticize your way?
We'll retire where the earth and sky mix up
Could we live any other way?
A combination without mediation
Will be our life source, and our end...

We got churches and...
We got schools and...
We're resigned to it, we're OK
Who can see this any other way?

Public Square
by Tim Vesely

Well, faith is something I don't have,
It does not bother me at all,
But something that the faithful got
Is spirit in their song,

Meeting on the public square,
In churches they rejoice
About something I feel nothing for.
And they're not all that sure about the object of their song,
Yet they keep singing.
Someone told me that's what faith is all about.

Well, pardon me for judging people
On such vague and general grounds,
But it seems to me, quite obviously,
These people are pretty unbalanced folks.

Well as I look around these days
The music I hear lacks in soul.
A lesson to begin from the faithful lies within...
The spirit in their song.

Delta 88
by Dave Bidini and Janet Morassutti

Home is where I sleep at night
Where the highway lies outside.
In my dreams I drive.
Home is where the tractor crawled
On the fields that turned to clay.
Roll the hurricanes. (Oh, well!)
Who's out drinking?
And who's staying up late?
I am wondering. Fields are thundering.
I'm not hiding. Delta 88.

Home is in the parking lot,
Stop to check my map.
Highway calls me back.
Home is on the radio.
Bell, George for four!
Pedal to the floor. (Oh, well!)
Who's out drinking.
And who's staying up late?
I am wondering. Fields are thundering.
I'm not hiding. Delta 88.
(Who's driving anyway?)

They're not sure about that turn in the bend, and uh...
I lean over to you.
These days I drive at the moon overhead, and uh...
Hold the wheel in your hands, let it spin.