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Dreamcatcher
03:07
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I was drifting into slumber
I was drifting across the sea
As the captain of a journey
We were searching for the unseen
All we discovered was a fierce storm
We capsized and we disappeared
Into the bottom of long lost treasures
I kissed a mermaid for a breath of air
But I was poisoned by her beauty
Her eyes shined with the sparkling pearls
I tried to give her my love as water rushed in my lungs
So I said goodbye to the precious girl
Then I awoke in a sweat
With the memory of one swimming in my head
The charm over my bed did more than just catch
A frightful dream in its web
I was hiking the Himalayas
On a trail most picturesque
When I was careless with my footing
I stepped too close and I slipped off the edge
I fell down into a valley
Populated by rocks and boulders
As I was inches away from crushing my face
I grew a pair of wings from my shoulders
They carried me safely above
Until I was burnt up by the sun
The charm over my bed did more than just catch
A frightful dream in its web
Memos were sent
In care of my subconsciousness
Nightmares hastening for an awakening
Trapped in the leather web of my dreamcatcher
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2. |
Broken Wings
04:03
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When the dust settled
I disturbed it with my feet
While it was accidental
I’m still the culprit so to speak
The impact of my actions
Created a drift
It was detrimental, hell it was continental
The way I see it
I’m bleeding from the sorrows
Cut from the night before
I touch a rag to the metal
Polish the halo that I wore
I’m reaching for the handle
While the bags under my eyes
Emit the colour of a candle
Burning a fragrance to disguise
The reasons I want to hide
From the morning light
They say it’ll do me so good
To let the promise shine upon my open wounds
If you’re a bird with broken wings
Why call out for help when you can sing?
The east radiates under an endless ceiling
I settle into the comfort of the morning breathing
The calm and steady rhythm brings me to ease
Relinquishing my flaws, slowly I begin to see
Our lives are simply threads of wool
Tightly bound upon a spool
The common fears that we grow from
Are the stories being spun
I hear the echoes of my own
Narratives that are being told in a forgiven tone
Burnt out like a motel sign
Dated like the paintings hanging on the walls inside
If you’re a bird with broken wings
Why call out for help when you can sing?
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3. |
Cherry Pie
02:11
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Just the other day
My baby disappeared
She left unknowing
No goodbyes did I hear
I reckon she was kidnapped
From the window sill
I don’t know if she’s coming back
I am waiting still
When’s my Cherry Pie
When’s my sweet
When’s my Cherry Pie
Coming home to me?
Did she find another
Is that why she fleed?
Did she find another
Someone better than me?
These are the questions
I ask every day
I’m hungry for the answers
Left with crumbs upon my plate
When’s my Cherry Pie
When’s my sweet
When’s my Cherry Pie
Coming home to me?
It was in the springtime
When the daisies bloom
That’s when I saw Cherry Pie
With her thieving groom
A sour little smile
She bid me farewell
She ran off with Billy Boy
And rang the wedding bells
So long Cherry Pie
So long sweet
So long Cherry Pie
No more of you I’ll see
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4. |
Kitchen Floor
05:10
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Darling take my hand
And sway this way to me
I need you close
More than you’ll every know
Here on the kitchen floor
Leave the dirty dishes
Soaking in the sink
We’ll clean them when we can
For now I need your dance
Across the kitchen floor
I’ll turn up the stereo
After I clear my throat
I’ll sing you a song
A foxtrot than a waltz
Across the kitchen floor
Place your head of my shoulder
And let the cadence take ahold
There’s nowhere else we need to be
Just shuffling our bare feet
Across the kitchen floor
Chorus
Can’t you see, honey, everything we need
Is here with us to write our own secret recipe
Just you and I, forget the world outside
Flash me a portrait of your picture-perfect smile
As we shine the surface of this hardwood tiles
You know our footsteps will have led
To the corner of the bed, by song end
I never know the right moves to make
But that’s okay neither do you
We’ll make them up as we go
Stepping on each others’ toes
Across the kitchen floor
Watch the cat under the table
He’s staging the attack
To pounce on the rogue
Fabrics of your dress that flows
Across the kitchen floor
And the whistling kettle
Is singing from the stove
A tune to invite
A melody to last the night
Across the kitchen floor
So just give me a sign
And I will draw the blinds
Behind them we will stay
Until you are swept away
Across the kitchen floor
Chorus
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Medicine Bag
05:49
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In a leather pouch, I see the sun
Rising from the East
High above the prairies stretching
As far as the hawk eye sees
A painted sign, on the elevator side
Reads a name that was penned in 1905
A vision drifts in the endless blue sky
Where the pioneers once dreamed
In a medicine bag, I carry what is dear to me
Items from the place where the wheat fields grow
Where the wild rose, she dances
As the four strong winds blow
Innocent river playfully cuts
Through the southern plains
Weaving like a finger tracing the scar
Branded beneath the mane
The sweetgrass bent
The fierce wind rattled
The tragic day
Blood stained the saddle
Now hooves trot along
In the mid-day sun
Black stetsons worn
In memoriam
In a medicine bag, I carry what is dear to me
Items from the place where the buckskins roam
Where the wild rose, she dances
As the four strong winds blow
A mighty fortress standing guard
Upon the western pass
With a stone trail of tales and a face of patience
Only Mother Earth has
When covered by a blanket
Of snow in the winter
We long for the breath
Of her warming whispers
And if you listen carefully
You might hear her speak
Of the grizzlies stepping from
Their Rocky Mountain peaks
In a medicine bag, I carry what is dear to me
Items from the place where the foothills roll
Where the wild rose, she dances
As the four strong winds blow
The steady heartbeat of a pump-jack
Set a pace for the course
The noble woodland bison turns
To face the Arctic North
Where threads of coloured beads
Twist in the midnight breeze
A sight very few can rival
Over Labrador tea
Torches of the Spirits gleam
To welcome the new arrivals
In a medicine bag, I carry what is dear to me
Items from the place that the Dene know
Where the wild rose, she dances
As the four strong winds blow
When the healing winds cease to blow
I unpack the medicine that makes me whole
In a medicine bag, I carry what is dear to me
Items from the place where my roots were sewn
The wild rose, she dances
As the four strong winds blow
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Joe Vickers Drumheller, Alberta
Farmer by day, troubadour by night, Joe Vickers has logged countless miles on both his combine and tour van. His music explores the human spirit singing of the triumphs and tragedies of everyday life on the prairies.
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