New Orleans is Sinking by The Tragically Hip-Gord Downie Fav Lyrics #24

Pale like a light bulb hanging on a wire.

Sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire.

Picking out the highlights of the scenery.

Saw a little cloud that looked a little like me.

Had my hands in the river and my feet up there on the banks.

Looked up to the Lord above and said, “Hey man thanks!”

My memory is muddy. What’s this river that I’m in? New Orleans is sinking and I don’t want to swim.

Dennis Mantin

Locked in the Trunk of a Car-by-Gord Downie Favorite Lyrics #22

They don’t know how old I am.

They found armour in my belly.

From the 16th century.

Conquistador, I think.

Morning broke out the backside of a truckstop.

The end of a line real, a rainbow-likening luck stop.

Well you could say I became chronologically fucked up.

Put 10 bucks in, just to get the tank topped off.

Then I found a place that’s dark and it’s rotted.

It’s a cool sweet kind of place where the coppers won’t spot it.

I destroyed the map, I even thought I forgot it.

However, everyday I’m dumping the body.

It would be better for me if you don’t understand.

Dennis Mantin

Fav Lyrics #21

3 Pistols-Tragically Hip (Gord Downie)

Tom Thompson came padding past.

I’m pretty sure it was him.

He spoke so softly in accordance.

To the growing of the dim.

He said, ‘Bring on a brand new Renaissance.

Cause I think I’m ready.

I’ve been shaking all night long.

But my hands are steady.

Dennis Mantin

Fav Lyrics #20

All Along the Watchtower-Bob Dylan

There must be some kind of way outta here.

Said the Joker to the Thief.

There is too much confusion.

I can’t get no relief.

No reason to get excited.

The Thief he finally spoke.

“There are many here among us.

That feel life is but a joke.

But uh, you and I have been through that.

And this is not our fate.

Let us stop talking falsely now.

The hour is getting late, hey.”

Dennis Mantin

Fav Lyrics #18

Working Class Hero-Marianne Faithful

As soon as you’re born they make you feel small.

By giving you no time instead of it all.

Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all.

A working class hero is something to be.

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school.

Hate you if you’re clever and dispise a fool.

Till you’re so fucking crazy, you can’t follow their rules.

A working class hero is something to be.

You are all fucking peasants as far as I can see.

A working class hero is something to be.

Dennis Mantin

Fav Lyrics #16

Games Without Frontiers –Peter Gabriel

Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane. Jane plays with Willie, Willie is happy again. Suki plays with Leo, Sasha plays with Brit. Adolph builds a bonfire and Rudolph plays with it…

Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside.

If looks could kill they probably will in games without frontiers. In war without tears…

Dennis Mantin

Fav Lyrics #15

Tweeter and the Monkey Man-Traveling Wilbury’s

Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash. They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash.

To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan. For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man.

Tweeter was a boycott cause he went to Vietnam. Found out the hard way that nobody gives a damn.

Jan got married at 14 to a rackateer named Bill. She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on a hill.

Dennis Mantin