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I'm The Guy
I'm the guy who made that boat. I'm the guy who moved that boat.
I'm the guy who filled that boat with wishes from my Liza.
Hip to your partner. Hip to the sea.
Hip to your family. Hip, hip to you and me!
I hooked up with Liza once. I hooked up with lies again.
I'd still be hooking up with Liza if I could only find her.
Hip to your partner. Hip to the sea.
Hip to your family. Hip, hip to you and me!
She was a Mrs. Hiscock. Her trade name was, ah, Nancy Brown.
Ahm, she had a beautiful Newfoundland ballad singing voice.
She was, she was really quite excellent.
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Rave In Kelligrews
04:18
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RAVE In Kelligrews
Tutto questo avverrà, te lo prometto. Tienti la tua.
(This will all come to pass, as I tell you. Banish your idle fears.)
Tutto questo avverrà, te lo prometto. Tienti la tua.
(This will all come to pass, as I tell you. Banish your idle fears.)
You can talk about the UMF or any rave you choose,
It couldn't hold an 8-ball to the Rave In Kelligrews.
If you want to get your crunk on, you'll have to bring some booze.
There's only bombs and molly at the Rave In Kelligrews.
I borrowed Fluffy's beaver as we headed underground.
A fishy smelling warehouse full of ravers, lights and sound.
Every type of hair-do in chartreuse and reds and blues.
"Too glitch for me." says I when at the Rave In Kelligrews.
There were tank tops, crop tops, fanny packs and cotton socks,
Brightly colored candy, comfortable shoes,
Beach balls, 8-balls, sweaters dripping down the walls,
Barbie dolls and parasols at the Rave In Kelligrews.
Everybody's rolling face on molly or on E.
Maybe oil or wax or yay? Maybe LSD?
Glow sticks. Tracer trails. Use but don't abuse:
The underlying motto at the Rave In Kelligrews.
Neon brights, shutter shades, trucker hats were all the rage.
Flower crowns, body paint, paisties, gems, tatoos.
Graphic tees, booty shorts, rave bandanas of all sorts.
Pasifiers sell out at the Rave In Kelligrews.
Tutto questo avverrà, te lo prometto. Tienti la tua.
(This will all come to pass, as I tell you. Banish your idle fears.)
The drop. Your fave-rave beat. The One. The Banger hits your ears.
You're rolling face. You shuffle, pace, your hand up punching air.
Plurt is plur turned up extreme. Everybody's plurt.
Everybody, peace and love! Everybody PLURT!
Rave babes in bralettes. Fluffies wearing back packs.
Shuffle, shuffle. Furry boots. Longing to amuse!
Day glows. Light shows. How I got home no one knows.
I tell ya guys I had some time at the Rave In Kelligrews.
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ODE (to Newfoundland and Labrador)
When the sun's rays hit those green hills, that's when summer warms the land,
And when silver voices whisper "Babe, we love your smilin' land!"
And when winter spreads her cold white coat, well it shimmers at her stern command.
Through the short days and those long nights, hey, we love your frozen land.
Yeah we love you. Ho! Yes, we love you. Oh! How we love you, smilin' land.
When silvern voices tune thy rill. Oh! How we love you, Newfoundland.
Now, when those storm gusts, yeah, they thrash us.
Oh! And those battering waves, well, they lash the strand.
Through the spindrift, hey, and the tempest. Oh! We love your windswept land.
And as we love our, love our mothers, so we love.
Where they all stood, hey, now we all stand.
Raise your voices. Let's hit those rafters. We love you, Newfoundland.
Hey! What did I say? I said I love you, windswept, carzy foggy, Newfoundland (and Labrador!)
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Canoodle Doodle
03:10
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Canoodle (Doodle)
I've never been so deep in love as what I feel right now.
I haven't slept for weeks and weeks. I don't think I know how.
His name is Harry MacIntosh, the guy that I adore.
I've never been so crazy over anyone before.
CHORUS
I'm gonna marry Harry. Sweet little darlin' Harry.
On the fifth, twenty-fifth of Janu-anu-anuary.
Then we can noodle. Sweet Canoodle-doodle.
On the fifth, twenty-fifth of January-oh!
Last night it wasn't fit outside, so I got in the van.
And when a ginger falls in love, she doesn't give a damn.
I made my way to Harry's like a thousand times before.
I sang to him and whistled through the keyhole in the door.
CHORUS
I had a dream a while ago. The war was finally done.
Everyone was trippin'. Peace had really won!
And all the flags on all sides were wavin' in the breeze!
And all the girls who knew 'im were dreamin' and screamin "Harry, Please!"
CHORUS
The first time I met Harry I fell weak at the knees.
I understand exactly what everybody sees.
I've never felt so upside down for anyone before.
My feet can touch the cieling. My head is on the floor.
CHORUS
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5. |
Hard, Hard Times
05:38
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HARD TIMES
Now I'm intending to sing you a song,
About us poor people, how we're gettin' on;
We start in the Spring and work hard until Fall,
And when it's all over we got nothin' at all.
Out with the jiggers the first of the spring,
Over the gunwall you can hear the lines ring;
Perhaps now a jigger gets froze in the cold,
First thing you know you go into the hold .
CHORUS
And it's hard hard times. (etc.)
Out with the traps and the trawls and the like.
Perhaps catch a quintal. Good start for the hike.
Fill up with spirits. Work hard with a will.
Next morning your drifting and in the hole still.
When so much is caught it gets put out to dry,
Then comes the labour to keep off the flies;
They'll buzz all around and make trouble for you,
Out comes the sun and it splits you in two. And it's hard times.
In comes the schooners. It's time for supplies.
A good price this summer. You'll get a good buy.
Thirty for quarts. Ten for a small.
Pick up you rum and hope it lasts until fall.
Then next comes the doctor the worst one of them all,
He says "What's the matter with you all the fall?"
Says he will cure you of all your disease,
Next thing he's gone. You can die if you please.
CHORUS
Now all you good people go work with a will,
For all of us soon will be hauled op that hill;
It's there they will lay us all deep in the cold,
When it's all over, we're still in the hole.
CHORUS
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6. |
Mussels in the Corner
03:48
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MUSSELS (in the Corner)
'Deed I am in love with you. Out all night in the foggy dew.
'Deed I am in love with you.
Mussels in the corner. Mussels in the sea.
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Lukey's Boat
04:18
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Lukey('s Boat)
Oh, Lukey! Your boat it is painted green, a-ha.
Oh, Lukey! Your boat it is painted green, a-ha.
Oh, Lukey! Your boat it is painted green.
It's the prettiest green I ever did see, a-ha.
Oh, Lukey. Your forecutty's so fine, a-ha.
Oh, Lukey. Your forecutty's so fine, a-ha.
Oh, Lukey. Your forecutty's so fine.
It's chinked with putty on down the line, oh yeah. A-ha.
It's alright. It's alright. It's alright.
Oh, Lukey! Your coming round the cape, oh yeah.
Oh, Lukey! Your coming round the cape, oh yeah.
Oh, Lukey! Your coming round the cape.
You spied ol' Jenny on the flake, oh yeah.
Mmm-hmm. It's all right.
Oh, Lukey! Ol' Jenny's gone. Oh no!
Oh, Lukey! Your poor wife, she's gone. Oh no!
Oh, Lukey! Your poor wife, she's gone.
But that's OK. You'll get another before too long. Oh!
It's alright. It's alright. It's alright.
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8. |
Fella from Fortune
03:56
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FELLA (from Fortune)
He was a dear friend of mine and we were very close.
I had boundless, I had endless respect and admiration for him.
He was a man of very, very superior, ah, intelligence.
He was a man of, of superior personality. He was all personality and brain.
There's lots of fish in Bonavist' harbour,
Lots of fish right in around here'
Boys and girls are fishin' together'
Forty-five from Carbonear.
Chorus:
Catch-a-hold this one, catch-a-hold that one
Swing around this one, swing around she;
Dance around this one, dance around that one.
Dance around. Dance around. Dance around. Dance around.
He had a tremendous knowledge of Newfoundland.
It was instinctive. He didn't have to think about it.
It was part and part of him as he was part of it. They were one and the same.
I described him as a sort of large built, rather heavily built man.
And I said,"This was not the description of me!"
Sally's got a bouncin' new baby,
Father said that he didn't care,
'Cause she got that from the feller from Fortune
What was down here fishin' the year.
CHORUS
Sally goes to church every Sunday
Not for to sing nor for to hear,
But to see the feller from Fortune
What was down here fishin' the year.
CHORUS
He was one of the finest men I ever knew.
And I've often thought, what fun that man would have.
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Cannabis Oil
03:45
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CANNABIS OIL
I'm a sickly young man and I'm tired of this life.
Ten years in bed. It's been ten years of strife.
I do nothing all day but get into my head,
Wondering if I'd be better off dead.
An old friend of mine came to see me one day.
He looked so surprised. "Man, you're fadin' away!"
He said,"You'll feel better, get well before long,
with some cannabis oil from some dear farmer John."
CHORUS:
Oh, farmer. Oh, farmer. Oh, dear farmer John.
Your cannabis oil is so pure and so strong.
I'm afraid for my life I'll go down in the soil
If I don't get my hands on some cannabis oil.
The farmer, he gave me some oil for to try.
I had nothing to lose. I was told I would die.
So I put two drops under my tongue every day
And the magic oil chased all my ailments away.
Now I'm eating and drinking. It's some shockin' good!
I can't get enough of all dark colored food.
And the more that I eat, well you know get strong
But I got no more money for dear Farmer John.
CHORUS
My house now resembles a chronic grow-op
With lighting and solvents and fat flower tops.
I'm surprised that the feds haven't shown up to spoil
My factory spewing out cannabis oil.
They say it cures cancerous lesions and sores.
Nausea, weight-loss, seizures and more.
But the laws and restrictions can make you recoil
So grow your own weed. Extract your own oil.
CHORUS
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10. |
Up The Pond
02:21
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Oh the billy goat chased the nanny goat
Over the hill and tore on her petticoat.
Oh the billy goat chased the nanny goat
Up the pond and back down again.
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She's Like the Swallow
04:49
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(She's Like the) SWALLOW
She's like the swallow that flies so high.
She's like the river that never runs dry.
She's like the sunshine on the lee shore.
I love my love and love is no more.
Twas out in the garden this fair maid did go,
A picking the beautiful prim-e-rose;
The more she plucked the more she pulled
Until she got her apron full.
How foolish, foolish you must be.
To think I'd love no one but he.
The world's not made for one alone.
I take delight in everyone.
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Star of Logy Bay
04:11
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STAR (of Logy Bay)
Ye ladies and ye gentlemen I pray you lend an ear
While I locate this residence of a lovely charmer fair
The curling of her yellow locks first stole my heart away
And her place of habitation is down in Logy Bay
It was on a summer's evening this little place I found
I met her aged father who did me sore confound
Saying, "If you address my daughter I'll send her far away
And she never will return again while you're in Logy Bay!"
'Twas on the very next evening he went to St. John's town
And engaged her in a passage for a vessel outward bound
He robbed me of my heart's delight and sent her far away
And he left me here downhearted for the star of Logy Bay
Oh now I'll go a-roaming, I can no longer stay
I'll search the wide world over in every country
I'll search in vain through France and Spain, likewise America
'Til I will sight my heart's delight, the star of Logy Bay
Now to conclude and finish the truth to you I'll tell
Between Torbay and Outer Cove 'twas there my love did dwell
The finest girl e'er graced our isle so everyone did say
May the heavens above send down its love on the star of Logy Bay
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13. |
Nine (instrumental)
05:07
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(Whatever you want them to be)
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14. |
Circles (Instrumental)
04:56
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HI! We are Tom Ronan and Lee Tizzard, collectively known as Modern Archetypes. We take the idea of a traditional Newfoundland folk song, turn it on it's head and co-opt far more talented people into playing along. We also throw in a few experimental instrumentals for a bit of fun. Enjoy! ... more
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