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When I Forget
02:17
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I forgot how dark it gets
Midnight sun begins to set
I wouldn’t be here now if I remembered how
Dismal it does get
It’s easy when I forget
I forgot how cold it gets
Below forty begins to set
I pushed the pain away and made the same mistakes
I haven’t learned from them yet
It’s easy when I forget
I try to move forward
But I keep on moving back
I forgot how dark you get
You never yelled when we first met
When you did, I ran but I came back again
Though you haven’t apologized yet
It’s easy when we forget
I forgot how cold I get
While we recall regrets
Every tear you shed goes over my head
You sit alone with your cigarette
It’s easy when we forget
We try to move forward
But we keep on moving back
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2. |
Hitchhiker
02:28
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Hitchhiker, heartache personified
I try to take the highway, you keep clogging up the line
When I refuse a ride you’re fogging up my rear view mirror
Either way, you’re hitching on my mind
I’m passing tortoise trucks and passed by sleek sedans in flight
And letting certain notions pass me by
But if I pass thoughts of you once or twice down the line
You’ll be ever ahead thumbing for a ride
When I pull over to the shoulder you’re the boulder on my brain
Weighed down by bindled baggage we’ve retained
And I’ll keep on coming back even though I stay on track
My blind spot before I change the lane
When you’re not hitchhiking, you’re hoping on my train of thought
I don’t know what to do, I can’t drive through thoughts of you
Hitchhiker, materialized roadside
I try to take the highway, you keep clogging up the line
When I refuse a ride, you’re fogging up my side view mirror
You’ll always be closer than you appear
Oh dear, always be closer than you appear
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3. |
Manitoba
03:36
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I don’t wanna stop in Manitoba
‘Cause I don’t wanna step outside
Don’t wanna plant my feet down in you’re hometown ground
Just wanna ride through in my ride
I’m as fragile as a flower
In this prairie province of yours
So I’ll pluck myself up ‘cause I don’t wanna get stuck
To weather another storm
Last time I did stand on this flattened land
We were standing hand-in-hand
On busy city roads and vegetable rows
And we spoke of partnered plans
I still believe in the dreams that we had schemed
I’m still holding tight to you
I never wanted to move on
Which is why I gotta’ move on through
I don’t wanna stop in Manitoba
‘Cause I don’t wanna step outside
Don’t wanna plant my feet down in you’re hometown ground
Just wanna ride through in my ride
I’m as fragile as a flower
In this prairie province of yours
So I’ll pluck myself up ‘cause I don’t wanna get stuck
To weather another storm
Off on another freeway
Your legend’s left unclear
But your memory’s strong and it lingers on
My map of yesteryear
I’m a sucker for nostalgia
A romantic memory hoarder
I’m driving and crying and biding my time
’Til I reach the Ontarian border
I don’t wanna stop in Manitoba
‘Cause I don’t wanna step outside
Don’t wanna plant my feet down in you’re hometown ground
Just wanna ride through in my ride
I’m as fragile as a flower
In this prairie province of yours
So I’ll pluck myself up ‘cause I don’t wanna get stuck
To weather another storm
My engine’s overheating
My gas is getting low
I’ll push this brave old Wagoneer
As far as it’ll go
I don’t wanna stop in Manitoba
‘Cause I don’t wanna step outside
Don’t wanna plant my feet down in you’re hometown ground
Just wanna ride through in my ride
I’m as fragile as a flower
In this prairie province of yours
So I’ll pluck myself up ‘cause I don’t wanna get stuck
To weather another storm
I don’t wanna stop in Manitoba
‘Cause to me
It’ll always be
Yours
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Don’t ask why I’m not smiling
I don’t ask why you’re a jerk
It’s none of your damn business
Why I’m not filled with pep and perk
I’m at this bar for my own reasons
I’m not part of your drinking crew
I’m gonna’ feel the way I’m feeling
And I feel like I don’t like you
I’m not your cordial cutie
Not your decorative dear
So take your company elsewhere
I’m got the right to be sad right here
You didn’t pay my orthodonturey dollars
For my fillings or my floss
So I’ll fill you in, you got no right to my grin
So take your sly smirk and get lost
Don’t ask why I’m not smiling
I don’t ask why you’re a fool
It’s none of your damn business
Why I’m not in a merry mood
I’m sitting alone for a reason
I’m not part of your drinking crew
I’m gonna’ feel the way I’m feeling
And I feel like I don’t like you
I wish I could be smiling
But ignorance is bliss
And I’ve got too much on my mind
To talk to you and not be pissed
If I’m making you uneasy
‘Cause a happy woman’s what you want
I’m gonna’ frown now just to spite you
And I’ll only smile when you’re gone
I’m gonna’ frown now just to spite you
And I’ll only smile when you’re gone
I’m gonna’ frown now just to spite you
And I’ll only smile when you’re gone
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5. |
Badlands
04:13
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We stopped for the night, woke up, went outside
In Oyen, Alberta, other pairs passed by
We saw them see us
You sensed my calm so we lingered on
No way of knowing we’d be changed from then on
He came upon us
With no intro, he took your throat
With a dog damned god, I pleaded “Let go,
Please, let her go”
You’re no supposed to get too close
To a dog fight but I tried to pry them both
When I saw blood on your coat
And I’d be proud to lose a hand
In that dog’s jaw if it meant it could save you
I would learn to drive a car with one hand
If it meant I could go with you
‘Cause how could I go through life
With both my hands and not have you
To hold onto knowing I could’ve save you
Oh, I’d rather hold you with one hand than hold nothing with two
We were passing through, you could’ve passed away
In Oyen, Alberta, we were lucky that day
Two operations later
I never had to lose my hand
But I lost something more in those Badlands
Innocence you paid for
It shook us both, well it shook me
And if you felt that, I’m sorry
For the trauma
You couldn’t sleep and could only eat
Out of my hands like a baby
From her mama
And I’d be proud to lose a hand in that dog’s jaw
If it meant it could save you
I would learn to play guitar with one hand
If it meant I could play for you
‘Cause how could I go through life
With both my hands and not have you
To hold onto knowing I could’ve save you
Oh, I’d rather hold you with one hand than hold nothing with two
Now you put up your hawk when strangers cross
If it’s because of my nerves, I’ll try to be calm
But it still haunts up
You’re glaring side eyes and bearing teeth
I’ve gotta’ be the alpha so you don’t have to be
I’ll try to be stronger
‘Cause how could I go through life
With both my hands and not have you
To hold onto knowing I could’ve save you
Oh, I’d rather hold you with one hand than hold nothing with two
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6. |
Always a Little Bit Sad
02:29
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I’m always a little bit sad
I’ve got an underlying lingering feeling
That flavours any feeling that comes along
With a bitter, icky whisper it comes creeping
Reminding me it’s been there for too long
How many times it’s tuned out my laugh-track
How often it arrives when I finally thrive
How regularly it impairs me when I’m high
And compares it to the lows of my mind
I’m always a little bit sad
I’m not trying to whine, just trying to be true
If I ain’t got too much, then I ain’t got too much to lose
It’s my whole lot in life to have a whole lot of the blues
I’m always a little bit sad
I can’t ever get knocked down off my high horse
If my horse is lying sadly on the ground
And I never understood the point of a happy song
If there’s never any sad bridge to overcome
For now, I’m far too forlorn to fight it
I’ve accepted my dejected state of being
I’m certain one day I’ll feel settled in uncertainty
Instead of uncertainty settling down on me
I’m always a little bit sad
I’m not trying to whine, just trying to be true
If I ain’t got too much, then I ain’t got too much to lose
It’s my whole lot in life to have a whole lot of the blues
I’m always a little bit sad
Not glad
I’m always just a little bit sad
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7. |
Fixer Upper
03:30
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I’m always taking care of my truck
Getting parts, getting her to start, or getting her unstuck
My truck’s the kind of truck that is pluck out of luck
Wouldn’t trade her in ‘cause fuck, I love that truck
She’s a real fixer upper, just take her for a spin
And I’ll get attached before I have to fix her up again
She’ll always be on the brink of breaking down, but as long as she has me around
I’ll do what it takes to have her fixed and up again
Well, all this fixing upping is sure dragging me down
I hope we can hold it together ’til the next utility town
I cross my fingers, hope that there’s a mechanic where we’re bound
With an open appointment so we don’t have to wait around
I’m always taking care of my dog
Porcupine quills, dog attacks, pills, and stitching up her paws
My dog’s the kind of dog who will follow Murphy’s Law
Wouldn’t trade her in ‘cause god, I love that dog
She’s a real fixer upper, just take her for a spin
And I’ll get attached before I have to fix her up again
She’ll always be on the brink of breaking down, but as long as she has me around
I’ll do what it takes to have her fixed and up again
Well, all this fixing upping is sure dragging me down
I hope we can hold it together ’til the next utility town
I cross my fingers, hope that there’s a veterinarian where we’re bound
With an open appointment so we don’t have to wait around
I’m always taking care of my mind
Feeling down, hallucinating sounds, and obsessive thoughts combined
My mind’s the kind of mind that once lost, it’s tough to find
Wouldn’t trade it in ‘cause that’s my piece of mind
I’m a real fixer upper, when my head starts to spin
And I’ve gotta’ pick myself up before my stuff breaks down again
I’ll always be on the brink of breaking down, but as I’ve got the truck and my pup around
I’ll fix them up so they can pick me up again
Well, all this fixing upping is sure dragging me down
I hope we can hold it together ’til the next utility town
I cross my fingers, hope that there’s a therapist where we’re bound
With an open appointment so we don’t have to wait around
I’ve got to keep up to date with my fixing up
So I can keep an eye on the truck and my pup
We’re a bunch of fixer uppers
Keeping it together again and again
Oh yeah, together until the end
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8. |
I Can't Keep Both
02:29
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I’m under the spell
I now know wild Yukon highways fairly well
Though those boring Ontarian roads feel like home
So far apart, I can’t keep both
How am I supposed to choose
Between the two
There are two parts of me telling me two different things
Please, don’t make me choose
I’m under the spell
Of getting close to a few folks I don’t know well
Though there’s one I really know who feels like home
I’m gonna’ break somebody’s heart, I can’t keep both
How am I supposed to choose
Between the two
There are two parts of me telling me two different things
Please, don’t make me choose
Don’t make me choose
I’m so far apart
I’m gonna break my heart
I can’t keep both
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9. |
My Trusty Steed
02:52
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My trusty steed is a rusty breed
Her time is running out
She’s been running on roads and carrying loads
She’s my friend without a doubt
She used to gallop with ease, but now her caliper’s seized
She’s shaking like a little leaf
Her drag link’s loose, axel’s leaking juice
She’s a brave as she can be
There we times I could help with her fast failing health
Patch a leak, replace a starter or two
But now with added risk, it’s not an easy fix
There’s not much more that I can do
My trusty steed is a rusty breed
Her time is running out
She’s been running on roads and carrying loads
She’s my friend without a doubt
She used to gleam with her high-beam streams
Seemingly seeing our path ahead
But now her light’s gone out, she’s dark throughout
She’s tired and worn tire tread
Losing her cool while her coolant pools
She’ll turn into her own hearse
While under ninety an hour, she’s losing horsepower
She’ll trot to the final verse
Now it’s come the time we’ll take that final drive
And she will honk me goodbye
I’ll park her somewhere fine with a view of the line
And she can watch the cars go by
My trusty steed is a rusty breed
Her time has now run out
She’d been running on roads and carrying loads
She’s my friend
She’s my friend
She’s my friend without a doubt
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10. |
Maybe Tomorrow
02:02
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There’s a voice that keeps on calling me
Down the road, that’s where I’ll always be
Every stop I make, I make a new friend
Can’t stay for long, just turn around and I’m gone again
Maybe tomorrow I’ll want to settle down
Until tomorrow I’ll just keep moving on
Down this road that never seems to end
Where new adventure lies just beyond the bend
If you wanna join me for a while
Just grab your hat, come travel light, that’s hobo style
Maybe tomorrow I’ll want to settle down
Until tomorrow the whole world is my home
There’s a world that’s waiting to unfold
A brand new tale no one has ever told
We’ve journeyed far, but you know it won’t be long
We’re almost there, we’ve paid our fare with the hobo song
Maybe tomorrow I’ll want to settle down
Until tomorrow I’ll just keep moving on
Maybe tomorrow I’ll find what I call home
Until tomorrow you know I’m free
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Joey O'Neil Dawson, Yukon
Joey O'Neil is a critically-acclaimed Yukon folk musician bewitching audiences with hauntingly heartfelt anecdotes from a woodland life.
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