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Cabin
03:20
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Black coffee, pork and beans
Muddy shoes, April blues
Pickin banjo, guttin fish
Rough and calloused fingertips
Rise with the sun and fall with the moon
Trying to find my own sweet tune
Screech with the magpie, swim with the trout
Deep breath in and deep breath out
Robin's nest at my front door
Ants and spiders on my floor
Tough as nails but weak as sin
Let the adventure begin
The rain is beating on my roof
Embrace the gentle solitude
Hoot with the owl and cower with the mouse
Deep breath in and deep breath out
When this body dies I will
Roam and ramble on until
i find a cabin in the woods
Atop a steep and grassy hill
I'll haunt that shack forever more
Await a knocking at my door
And any weary traveller
I will be a shelter for
The cold it bites, the wind it stings
My mind it roams, my heart it sings
Newborn sparrow taking wing
The winter's fighting with the spring
Ginko walks and smelly socks
Drinking raindrops, skipping rocks
Howl with the wolf and wane with the moon
Think I finally found my tune
When this body dies I will
Roam and ramble on until
i find a cabin in the woods
Atop a steep and grassy hill
I'll haunt that shack forever more
Await a knocking at my door
And any weary traveller
I will be a shelter for
Screech with the magpie, swim with the trout
Hoot with the owl, cower with the mouse
Howl with the wolf and wane with the moon
Think I finally found my tune
Screech with the magpie, swim with the trout
Deep breath in and deep breath out
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Won't Be Long
02:09
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3. |
Running Home
03:19
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Running Away
05:35
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It's that time of year, all my friends are leaving town
to go out and get their kicks before that snow starts fallin down
it's that time of year all my friends are leaving town
i'm so tired of sayin goodbye all the people that i miss are making my stomach sick
i'm just so tired of sayin goodbye, sayin goodbye
It's that time of year, all my friends are leaving town
to go out and get their kicks before that snow starts fallin down
it's that time of year all my friends are leaving town
i'm so tired of sayin goodbye all the people that i miss are making my stomach sick
i'm just so tired of sayin goodbye
i wish you would ask me to run away
cause i'm really good at running away
i've got one foot out the door and the other foot don't work that well
my eyes on the horizon and my head up in the clouds
my heads up in the clouds
i crave adventure and i wanna be
made aware of my mortality, everyday
i wanna be humbled and awed by the world around me
and i know it's mostly up to me
cause i was born with everything i need
i can make my own fun
i'll grab my banjo, my backpack, my bb gun
cause just like the boss i was born to run, i was born to run
i love the arcade it is my home, they are my family
we've got a garden, a porch, 2 dogs, 4 walls and a community
i love the arcade, my home, my family
so tonight i'll have a drink for all my pals out on the road
i hope the weather suits your taste
stay free, stay safe, stay weird, stay warm
i hope the highways and the train tracks
take you where you wanna be
and i hope that if you get homesick you'l stop and think of me
go ramble far and fast, lord knows i've had my turn
and while you see what mysteries lie abroad
ill stay back and hold the fort
when the horizons that you're chasing
lead you back this way
maybe we'll have built something here worthwhile
to make you wanna stay
and someday soon maybe i'll join your scattered ranks
when my blind optimism runs dry
when the weight of distance is just too much to bear
ill take my first step out that door
and there aint no tellin where ill go from there
for now you all know where i`ll be if you ever wanan write to me
if you ever need a place to stay
if you ever want to hide away
if you ever wanna play a show back here in toronto
for now you all know where i`ll be till the next time i run away
run away, i`ll run away
till the next time i run away
run away, i`ll run away
its that time of year all my friends are leaving town
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Broken Glass Kids Toronto, Ontario
Broken Glass Kids are a folk-punk duo based out of Toronto. They sing songs about cabins, running in one direction or the other, and the kind of boredom that only the suburbs can ignite. Both members have musical projects of their own, but when they create music together the product is greater than the sum of it's parts. ... more
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