Cleave Anderson - Drums Jim Cuddy - Guitars and Vocals Bazil Donovan - Bass Greg Keelor - Guitars and Vocals Bobby Wiseman - Piano and Acetone
Heart Like Mine
Lead Vocals by Greg and Jim
Don't you know that we're out of touch,
Yeah, we fight too much,
How'd we ever get so messed up?
Everynight, we say the craziest things
You know our words they once had wings.
Now it's all covered up
In double-talk and lies
There's a stranger looking back
When I look in your eyes.
(repeat above)
I just want to find a heart like mine
I just want to find a heart like mine
A heart like mine, a heart like mine.
You call me a fool, 'cause I still feel the same.
You say that your love has changed,
Ah! Here we go again
Close your eyes tell me what do you see
Do you still remember me?
Like some Mexican diplomat
After the fact
Air-brushed from history
Swept under the mat.
I just want to find a heart like mine
I just want to find a heart like mine
A heart like mine, a heart like mine.
And as I walk out the door
I step into a dream.
The world's quiet and I feel free,
But things are never what they seem
But then I hear you call
And warn myself - now don't go back
But slow motion attacks
Like some Mexican diplomat
After the fact
Air-brushed from history
Swept under the mat.
I just want to find a heart like mine
I just want to find a heart like mine
A heart like mine, a heart like mine.
Rose-Coloured Glasses (Day After Day)
Lead Vocals by Greg
She sees the world through rose-coloured glasses
Painted skies and graceful romances
I see a world that's tired and scared
Of living on the edge too long
Where does she get off telling me
That love could save us all, save us all.
She takes my hand and leads me to nowhere town.
No matter where I stand it's always neutral ground,
And in the cool of the evening blue
I feel so tired and alone
Where does she get off telling me
That love could save us all, save us all.
And it's day after day
I keep hanging around can you tell me why
Night after night, yeah I know I should leave
But there's something in those eyes
That keeps me hanging on, I'm hypnotized
It breaks my heart and I don't know why
SOLO
Tell me why, tell me why
She sees the world through rose-coloured glasses
Painted skies and graceful romances
I see a world that's tired and scared
Of living on the edge too long
Where does she get off telling me
That love could save us all, save us all
And it's day after day
I keep hanging around, can you tell me why
Night after night, yeah I know I should leave
But there's something, yeah, yeah...
Day after day after day after day
And I don't know
Day after day after day after day
And I don't know why.
Rebel
Lead Vocal by Jim
Out on the streets every night
Going out of my head.
Caught in a midnight parade
That I wish I wasn't in,
I'm running away with nowhere to hide
Caught in a world just four lanes wide
Everyone thinks of themselves
But I'm thinking of you.
And it's all for a rebel
And it's all for a rebel
Spent last night falling in love
With a girl in room five.
People 'round here are different
We lead desperate lives,
No, the same moon rising over your head
Is catching me wasted, worn-out and dead
Everyone's watching themselves,
But I'm watching you.
And it's all for a rebel
And it's all for a rebel, yeah
Out on the streets every night
Going out of my head.
I'm caught in a midnight parade
That I wish I wasn't in
No, the sun that's rising over your head
Is catching me wasted, worn-out and dead
Everyone thinks of themselves,
But I'm thinking of you
And it's all for a rebel
And it's all for a rebel
rebel, rebel, yeah
Joker's Wild
Lead Vocal by Greg
You're feeling over the hill
Chasin' powder and pills
But you don't mind the taste
Of the slow burnin' waste
Until you feel like trash
Ya might as well have a gas
Until you feel like trash
Ya might as well have a blast
Deep down in your heart
Well, you know you can't hide
Still you know what you're runnin' from
Better than I
And when they ask you why
You say the joker is wild
And when they ask you why
You say the joker is wild...
When your skin starts to crawl
And your fingers twitch
And your veins are screaming
For some kinda fix
Well, they ask you why
You say the joker's wild
If there was only a way
To make you understand
That the game that you're playing
Has gotten out of hand
And when they ask you why
You say the joker is wild
And when they ask you why
You say the joker is wild...
Piranha Pool
Lead Vocal by Greg
Leaning over the piranha pool
You just wave your magic wand
Dangling your fingertips
Into the world of the just beyond.
Sitting ever so quietly
In your private dining room
Guiding the waves of destiny
Into the face of oblivion.
So you'd rather been an opera star
At the turn of the century.
Well you never asked for this miracle trip
A genius in the military
You're sincerely surprised with your own success
Hanging out with the judges and the corporate heads
You never anticipate the final toll
Still shining all your medals
For the final curtain call.
You're always talking 'bout the here and after
But it don't make much sense to me
Still for all the men that you condemn
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven
And there's got to be some kind of hell for you
Leaning over the piranha pool
You just wave your magic wand
Dangling your fingertips
Into the world of the just beyond.
Sitting ever so quietly
In your private dining room
Guiding the waves of destiny
Into the face of oblivion.
You're always talking about the here and after
But it don't make much sense to me
Still for all the men that you condemn
Well I hope there's some kind of heaven
And there's got to be some kind of hell for you
Outskirts (Of Life)
Lead Vocal by Greg
Here on the outskirts of life
Dreams seldom come true
Flippin' thru photographs emotional holographs
Cutouts of all the figures you might've been
Reflections of a life that you once lived
As the evening descends
Your conscious of every breath
And every moment is a crisis, I guess
Starin' out the windows of your hotel room
You lit one too many fires underneath that spoon
Well I guess you deserve the chosen few
Real life, just out of view
Well that's just here,
On the outskirts
Yea, that's here,
On the outskirts of your life
And there's a picture we've all seen
It was taken in the lobby of the L.A. Ambassador Hotel
It's the silhouette of a man in another's arms
So turn off your TVs, and let that train go home
'Cause everyone warned you that California
Wasn't goin' to be the end
California wasn't gonna be the end.
And tell me where can you hide when
the whole world is ugly and strange
Yea tell me where you gonna turn when
this whole world knows your name
And these four walls are screamin'
And all your friends were so deceiving
Yea you forgot the lines of a part you rehearsed so well
Lyin' awake in the Brazilian Court Hotel
But that's just here,
On the outskirts
Yea, that's here
On the outskirts,
Of your life...
Underground
Lead Vocal by Jim
There's a way I've been told
If we walk together
Keeps us from this cold.
On the sidewalks of these streets,
Lie the broken dreams
Scattered at our feet...
Lead me on, I don't mind
I'll come forward laughing everytime
All my friends, they've gone underground
Go underground.
There's a shadow on this land
A growing darkness
Cruel and senseless hand.
This block won't be the same
Now the music's there,
But somehow something's changed..
Lead me on, I don't mind
I'll come forward laughing everytime.
All my friends they've gone underground.
I got burned, left too quick
Got myself locked outside the heart of it
All my friends they've gone
Underground, go underground, go underground.
SOLO
There's a song that I've heard
Rising up above the streets
Of this crumbling world.
'Bout the sadness in every day
How it leaves and takes
A bit of your faith away...
Lead me on I don't mind
I'll come forward laughing everytime
All my friends they've gone
Underground.
I got burned left too quick
Got myself locked outside the heart of it
All my friends they've gone undergound
Go undergound, go underground.
5 Will Get You Six
Lead Vocals by Greg and Jim
Pointy two tones, echo down the street,
The street, the street, the street, the street, Woaho.
Shiny buckles, jangle to the beat, the
Beat, the beat, the beat, the beat, Woaho.
Hair just right, he knows he's lookin'
Cool tonight.
He hopes he finds her in the neon light...
Insurrection acts just like a prayer.
Bad intentions, collar turned against the wind.
It's such a simple twist you just flik the switch.
It's so easy to forget a life like this, a life like this.
He doesn't care he's had a taste
It's such a simple contortion
No easy solution
It's an act of faith.
Still 5 will get you six, if you play the dice right.
5'll get you six if you play the dice right...
5'll get you six if you play the dice right...
5 will get you six boy
SOLO
Insurrection acts just like a prayer.
Bad intentions, collar turned against the wind.
It's such a simple twist you just flik the switch.
It's so easy to forget a life like this, a life like this.
He doesn't care he's had a taste
It's such a simple contortion
No easy solution
It's an act of faith.
Still 5 will get you six, if you play the dice right.
5'll get you six if you play the dice right...
5'll get you six if you play the dice right --
5'll get you six boy
5'll get you six boy
5'll get you six boy
5'll get you six boy
5'll get you six boy
5'll get you six boy
Try
Lead Vocal by Jim
Don't tell me I'm wrong,
'Cause I've been watching every move that you make.
Hearts you steal, when you're made-up and heels
Trouble for the man that you take.
Every time you walk in the room
I couldn't ever be sure of a smile
You were never the same way twice,
I'm falling in love
Oh, night after night - oh it's crazy...ooh
So many people who said, ooh
Girl you've got nothing but time
Oh you are a shining star
Don't you worry 'bout what you're leaving behind.
Every time you walk in the room
I couldn't ever be sure of a smile
You were never the same way twice,
I'm falling in love
Oh, night after night - oh it's crazy...
Oh you got to try, try, try.
Ah don't you know you've got to try,
Try, try. Oooh
Oh baby you try, oh.
SOLO
Every time you walk in the room
I couldn't ever be sure of a smile
You were never the same way twice,
I'm falling in love
Oh, night after night - oh it's crazy...
Oh you got to try, try, try.
Ah don't you know you've got to try,
Try, try. Oooh oh baby you try, oh woah woah try, oh woah woah
I don't know if you've ever seen the movie
Sunset Boulevard but at the beginning of
this movie William Holden is floating-dead-in
a pool and behind him all these flashes are
going off of the police and news photogra-
phers and then the voice of this guy who's
floating in this pool comes over and starts
telling us about this crazy arrangement he's
been having with Gloria Swanson, some
chaffeur named Von Stroheim and a Chim-
panzee in a white satin coffin but what he's
really talking about is how we're continually
being confronted with the possibility of our
own corruption and how if you're not care-
ful you can be swallowed up whole by your
own ambitions. Now in his own life, William
was a bit of a drinker and one night sittin at
home after having a couple too many, he
falls down and hits his head on a coffee
table...no big deal...so goes to the bath-
room, gets a towel, puts it to his head and
stumbles off to bed but he never woke up...he
was so loaded that he ends up bleeding to
death, lying there in a pool of his own blood...
HMPH...this song is about that sort
of feeling...that burnout kinda feeling of
when a bad thing has been going on for too
long and an act of sympathy makes as much
sense as putting a towel to your head.
Floating
Lead Vocal by Greg
Well, these late night conversations
Leave a strange taste,
Like french cigarettes.
And these coloured drinks
that you keep on throwin' at me
Just keep on reminding me
I came to forget.
So now every night
You insist on reminding me
Of my lost possibilities
And the stains on the wall.
Well, I don't mean to complain
But it hurts just the same.
And now both of us know
The leaves will fall on their own.
Just throw me a line
That's all that I ask
Well, it's sink or swim and I'm goin' fast
I need love and it's you
And I feel like William Holden floating in a pool.
Yea, you tell me
Life is for living
It's best in the giving
But it's so hard to be free.
Still I do my best
But you refuse my gift
And now all that we share
Is a collection of tears.
Just throw me a line
That's all that I ask
Well, it's sink or swim and I'm going fast
I need love and it's you
And I feel like William Holden floating in a pool.
Produced by Terry Brown
All songs written by Keelor/Cuddy
All songs published by Thunderhawk Music (SOCAN).
Copyright 1986, 1987 Blue Rodeo Productions. All rights reserved. Used with Permission.
BLUE RODEO
Horseshoe
This is Rodeo Village. One street runs
through the town; one street washed in fog
and rain. Neon signs push out of the gloom:
SADDLE, TAVERN, LOVE, HORSE, FIRE,
REBEL, BAR. Coming up the way is the other
boy and that girl. I can't make out what they
say, but they are happy. She's feeding the
popcorn and him, well, his boot-heels spark
on the tracks. Only one house too, siatted
red up to the stars; no door, no trash-can,
no nothing except, high up, a window. In the
room there is a poster that reads "Boule-
vard of Broken Dreams," in front of it hangs
a bulb with no shade and underneath: Him.
Forlorn and abandoned. A cigarette traces
and he starts to sing.
This is all very upsetting, I am thinking,
when a Rodeo Boy walks over.
"Welcome," he says, "and how do you find
us?"
"With difficulty," I reply, remembering the
coin I had stopped to pick up, the sidewalk
that opened and falling through space.
"It's a simple community we have here, but
we think it works." I wonder if it isn't a bit
sad and depressing. Rodeo laughs.
"Don't worry, it's not real. Besides, wait
for the chord change, things cheer up after
that."
He puts his arm around me.
"Come. Get yourself a drink and find out."
So I do. The bar is run by a gap-tooth doxy.
The bill I pay with is a yard long and the
beer bottle I get for it comes up to my neck.
"Have you been here long?"
"Not long, no. Can you open this thing?"
"Twist off."
"Thanks."
Then she tells me everything. She explains
how the other boy always has the girl and
how the girl thinks she is happy with him.
How it rains, how God can hear what they
say to each other. "Another beer?"
"I think I'm doing fine with this one, in fact,
it doesn't seem to have gone down at all."
"They don't. Ever. But I'm supposed to
ask."
"Thanks anyway," I laugh.
"Will you kiss me?"
The conviviality of bars, places where
people drink. The warm smell, mouths
moving in silent conversation, music and
indecipherable voices. The glow of liquor
hugging your shoulders; it pushes you
forward, puts tears in your eyes.
"Please, it's been so long."
Rodeo throws back his head. The beer
bottles scream out: "Chord change!"
With that, the black skies split open and a
band of sunlight runs up the street. The
other boy has vanished, the real one
appears. He straightens his collar and she
drops the popcorn. In a slow ecstatic
embrace they move together, into the haze.
Philip Martin
Nerve/December 1986
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