At the free rum festival it's all monkey see, monkey do
Alberta crowfoot crawl
walking with the seniors in a mall
Construction zone ahead
Grateful Dead playing in your head
sunlight, mountain sky
Banff in the rear view mirror
Alberta crowfoot crawl
walking with the seniors in a mal
Cascade over the ridge
home brew in the fridge
silver spoon, oil boom
tourists herding through
Alberta crowfoot crawl
walking with the seniors in a mall
Seismic exploration
beef paddy exportation
consumer, buy now and save
work yourself into the grave
Alberta crowfoot crawl
walking with the seniors in a mall
Hoodoo windy chills
big rigs through the foothills
Canmore, one horse town
developers came around
Alberta crowfoot crawl
walking with the seniors in a mall
Big horn, Chinook sky
magpie flying by
roll past the road kill,
fence line over the hill
Alberta crowfoot crawl
walking with the seniors in a mall
What can you say to brighten the day
and welcome the season,
pack up and go, follow the road,
for no other reason
Rocky mountain gateway,
foothills of wonder,
here on Dead Man's Flats,
Rolling by, some vehicles die,
and hang on the shoulder
tow truck in the driving rain,
wind blowing colder
Rocky mountain gateway,
foothills of wonder,
here on Dead Man's Flats
Wildlife roam in their natural home,
the way that it should be
headlights bright, driving all night,
to get where you could be
Rocky mountain gateway,
foothills of wonder,
here on Dead Man's Flats
Room service has nothing to do with impeachment
Climate change is making a long distant call
It's a downtown lockdown,
Sinbad Tuesday morning,
there's a pandemic quiet in the back parking lot,
a shortage of porridge, the bears are coming home,
they say play it your way, wash your hands,
no one understands, it's something you can't see,
gonna wreck your plans, you're stuck and you can't leave,
walking down a lonely pier, no more imports arriving here
The schoolyard is locked down, I can't go home now,
domestic violence in your bones,
the face book got hold, brains in stun mode,
been on the road for 14 years,
went back to my home town, it disappeared
triumph in the consumer report,
we'll open 24/7 as a last resort,
you celebrate with no birthday cake,
don't know if the news is fake,
where can you turn when you're full of doubt,
what will you learn when the credit runs out
I was 80 years old, when I got my fortune told
the gypsy said I was going to die
I tried to explain, how my life went down the drain
she didn't want to hear my sad lament
wasted dreams of youth, cloud out the truth
floating in the tide, from the left and the right side
in a tent damp and cold, I got my fortune told
looked kind of bleak, SOL up the creek
On a dark and lonely night, on a lonely country road
On cue with a morale booster in some circles,
bureau of defiance rejuvenating
All you ever wanted was something for nothing
you're flying in the wrong direction from here
locked up with a remote control
the roof is leaking and the drains are plugged
stress free in another reality
through cool mountain water
lead the herd to the slaughter
before the strong devour each other
the meek inherit the craps left behind
disinfect the wounds of the landscape
long pillaged over generations of greed
66 nurses lined up beside hearses
What do you do with your paintings?
What do you do with your songs?
What do you do in the long run?
Where do you go with your poems?
Anchored with dreams of survival,
loving life through the mayhem
reluctantly bound by your keeper,
crossing the paths of the reaper
from the peace generation to the me generation
the radicals took time off to raise families
incoming complacency let the loonies rule the land
truth flounders in overload, with no lack of opinions
regress into the night and keep out of sight
All you ever wanted, something for nothing
you're flying in the wrong direction
locked up and loaded, remote control mode
comic book crazy protection
the roof is leaking, your drains are swamped
you're in an alternative reality
Through cool mountain water you lead the herd
off to the slaughterhouse, you lead the herd
Could've been a hockey post,
could've been a talk show host
caving in to opposition
you're feeling all plugged up,
no space in the tin cup
not qualified for the position
devouring each other, sister versus brother
proclaim the only true revision
a social media post, sleeping with the holy ghost
you're old enough for bad reflection
the mundane makes the news,
the virus stopped the cruise
a case of random selection
the meek shall inherit what's left
hallelujah, hold your breath
while you're sprayed with disinfection
Flying down the sidewalk on a laid back afternoon
I was approached by a lawn chair singing out of tune
whiskey breath, nothing else but a breeze
Smoke will linger through the night
forest quiet, birds confused
walking down a lonely country road
on cue morale booster
bureau of defiance rejuvenating
Smoke will linger in your head
swamp is drained, the pigeon's dead
walking down a lonely country road
on cue morale booster
bureau of defiance rejuvenating
Flying down the sidewalk on a laid back afternoon
approached by a lawn chair, singing out of tune
whiskey breathe, nothing left, just a gentle breeze
hoodoo's in the canyon, singing 'neath the moon
Smoke will linger through the land
don't be late, pandemic cake
walking down a lonely country road
on cue morale booster
bureau of defiance rejuvenating
Smoke will linger past your gate
hydro lines and traffic signs
walking down a lonely country road
on cue morale booster
bureau of defiance rejuvenating
Frying on the manifold, a nodwell on the cliff
approached by a wood nymph, singing out of tune
twilight dry lightning, defeat the setting sun
drunkards in the tavern, howling at the moon
Smoke will linger on the water
lovers leap for processed meat
walking down a lonely country road
on cue morale booster
bureau of defiance rejuvenating
Smoke will linger like a plague
lost faith, the search is on
walking down a lonely country road
on cue morale booster
bureau of defiance rejuvenating
Your call is important
won't you please hold the line
the phone rings with silly things
playing out of tune
I was eighty years old when I got my fortune told
the gypsy told me I was gonna die
I tried to explain, how my life went down the drain
she didn't want to hear my sad lament
I was a pool hall guy
I was a bird watching guy
I was a smooth talking guy
I would laugh out loud
stick out in a crowd
I had places to go
playing rock 'n roll
meet you after the show
the party went 'till dawn
awoke on the neighbor’s lawn
a few brain cells gone
I was eighty years old when all my stuff got sold
a nice lady took me to a home
I had my own little room
I napped every afternoon
nurse would check if I was okay
I watched the evening news
I had nothing else to do
gypsy would visit in the night
I was a married man
with kids across the land
a few of them were planned
she ran off with a drummer
in the dog days of summer
I never found another
became a forest ranger
my finances in danger
the children became strangers
Round and round we go
it's round and round we go
all the old folks every day
it's round and round we go
it's round and round we go
The ghost of Lantzville Lane
haunted house with a crazy dog
old people stalked by cougars on old Jacks' hill
some survived some were never seen again
some became legends of Lantzville Lane
I learned it up in Lillooet
a place I like to roam
from one end to the other
down to the abandoned bridge
where the osprey nest looms over the river
I never understood
burning a perfectly good witch at the stake
I never understood
why Jesus was crucified for our sins
it didn't help much
I never understood
why the kool aid got laced with cyanide
On account of this, I fear for thee
Take my advice ere befall thee calamity
Silo baby crossed over the line
reduced to June on the railroad line
I was walking through the heart of old Field town
killing time before heading eastbound
don't get sick on a Grey Hound bus
don't pretend you represent us
feeling bunged, I could not breathe
no more tricks up my sleeve
gonna have to cut the message short
a dozen dogs barking on the porch
she sent out a letter she lived to regret
every word got spread over the net
they soon split up, the families took sides
all their friends let the chaos slide
the latest word was the trailer caught fire
the neighbors hung around the funeral pyre
I bent over to pick up some teeth
they pinned me down and called me thief
spent the night in the downtown jail
took the wind out of my ragged sail
I'm in the grey and it feels okay
no desire for a bright sunny day
