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Wrestle With Me Xena Covering Up The Biggest Five Foot Six Man On The Team Dog For Hire Cascadia, Cascadia Ditches In Which I Declare (In Three And A Half Minutes Or Less

Wrestle With Me Xena

Wrestle With Me Xena RealAudio File - 280k - 2:15 RealAudio File

Wrestle With Me Xena mp3 - 2 MB - 2:15 mp3

Xena Warrior Princess
Come wrestle with me
With your daring Amazon rescue
In my hour of need

Xena Warrior Princess
With your leather and sword
We will roam the world fighting evil
And we'll never get bored

Xena, Xena, Xena
Xena, Xena, Xena

Xena Warrior Princess
It's a wonder you're not a queen
You swing your body like Wonder Woman
When I was fifteen

Xena Warrior Princess
Tougher than any man
I've got a favour to ask you

I've got someone that I want you to beat up
He's the guy who made me pee in a cup
They would never get away with that in Ancient L.A
"Call on Xena she will put it right," the people say

Xena, Xena, Xena
Xena, Xena, Xena

Covering Up

Covering Up mp3 - 1.9 MB - 4:14 mp3

"A love song written in the total silence and solitude of frozen Northern Saskatchewan"

I'll run the risk of seeming maudlin. It's not the worst thing
Breathing's a luxury the rest is mostly gravy

I was just minding my own business
I wasn't looking for a reason
Now that I've told you I'm already
Covering up

This weather chills me less than silence, less than silence
Fifteen below and not a whisper that I can cling to

I was just minding my own business
I hadn't bargained on you falling
Now that I've found you I'm already
Covering up

I've been in love it's over-rated
I know the outline and the outcome
Now that it's too late to pretend I'm
Covering up.

The Biggest Five Foot Six Man On The Team

Biggest Five Foot Six Man On The Team mp3 - 3 MB - 3:09 mp3

He's the lowly goalie
I would sell my blood to be so fast on blades
I would turn to God to make the moves he makes
He skates three full twenties each game he plays
Throws his body purposely in the fray

Twice the guts, no glory

From a small french town in Manitoba
With a skate blade scar across his throat
Not a single bone he hasn't broke.

He's the biggest five foot six man on the team

He can swing his stick like a lightning rod.
With a quick right glove like the hand of God.
He can see through flesh, bone and forward screens
Has a seventh sense and a tractor beam

He's the lowly goalie
Twice the guts, no glory

He will end the game as goat or hero
No in-betweens, a king or zero
Hang the cup or blame upon his shoulders
On a lightweight frame as tough as boulders

He's the biggest five foot six man on the team

Checks his biorythms and ouija board
Says a silent prayer to his demon lord
Has a nervous tic just below his ear
Like a sleeping dog dreams of chasing deer

He's the lowly goalie
Twice the guts, no glory

Built a holy shrine to Johnny Bower
Lights a candle every witching hour
Hasn't changed his clothes since shutting out
The defending champs and there's no doubt
He will bunk alone this next trip out

He's the biggest five foot six man on the team

Dog For Hire

Dog For Hire mp3 - 2.5 MB - 5:35 mp3

"This song was written for our old dog Raina. She died at 10 years old with a huge cancerous lump on her belly, a scant 3 months after giving birth to one puppy, our present dog Luther."

I have a dog she's a nice dog
Never trained to attack
She's as pretty as pretty gets
When you've got that much hair on your back
Though her love is unconditional and heavensent
My dog she eats for free and she doesn't pay any rent

Dog for Hire

There's gotta be a market for laying on the floor
And cleaning dishes with her face and barking at the door
I'm gonna build her a harness and a wagon she can pull
All the kids around the neighbourhood for a dollar

Dog for Hire

She is everything I could hope for from a brain her size
She's steadfast loyal and true
She takes my place in bed still warm from where my body lays
For lack of something else to do
I'm gonna get for her a pack-sack saddle-bag
Might have to sew it on my own
I think if she's too broke from week to week to buy the food
Least she can do for me is carry it home

Dog for hire

I'm gonna send her to Korea to teach some ESL
She knows thirty words of English and she knows them very well
Monosyllables for the most part, what more could anybody need
Than sit, heel, come, stay, in, out, down, lay, quit, paw, pee, hey
Kiss, don't eat me

Dog for hire

Cascadia, Cascadia

"This song was commissioned by the Committee for Cascadian Independence as an anthem to rally around. Cascadia runs from Alaska to Northern California along the west coast mountain range of the same name.

Cascadia, Cascadia RealAudio File - 208k - 1:40 RealAudio File

Cascadia, Cascadia mp3 - 1.5 MB - 1:40 mp3

Cascadia, Cascadia, of ever-present rain
Cascadia, Cascadia, the drugs help ease the pain.

We come here from Newfoundland, Quebec and Ontario
And call our folks in winter-time, to laugh cuz they've got snow.

Sang de revolte je prends partant mon grandpapa et pere
On viens ici pour faire squeegee et prendre le welfare

Cascadia, Cascadia, Oh faultline under me
You wouldn't want to be here when we fall into the sea.

Ditches In Which

Another love song that came out of my one year sabattical to Northern Saskatchewan. It was first performed on the occasion of my wedding in 1996.

I've watched the walls for hours
I've seen a thunderstorm or two
I've read the maverick's refrain

Ditches In Which - 1.9 MB - 4:14 mp3

I picked some leaves and flowers
From off the roadside just for you
From ditches in which I have lain

If I told you I'm a Kennedy
The distant bastard son they never see
If I told you you were everything
Would you believe

I'd buy you a pick-up truck with decals on the bumper
I'd get you a gun-rack for your room
I'd shoot us a freezer full of Snowball and Thumper
Quart bottles of fancy French perfume

I Declare (In Three And A Half Minutes Or Less)

The start of the bank-b-gone movement, written in response to the obscene profits of the late 90s and the rampant greed and lack of compassion of the five big Canadian banks. This song appears on the <Buy Nothing Day compilation.

I Declare (in three and a half minutes or less) mp3 - 1.5 MB - 3:25 mp3

This Bank Makes Too Much Money
This Bank Makes Too Much Money
This Bank Makes Too Much Money
This Bank Makes Too Much Money

If this were old Chicago and I were Al Capone
And saw the way you bullied. Heard your demeaning tone
You have your lackeys take the fall
Don't bend on anything at all
We'd mete out Windy City justice for your trouble

And put you to bed with the fishes like the mobsters that you are
Put you to bed with the fishes. You push a working man too far
Put you to bed with the fishes. No more or less than you deserve
Put you to bed with the fishes for greed and ignorance and nerve

This Bank Makes Too Much Money
This Bank Makes Too Much Money
This Bank Makes Too Much Money
This Bank Makes Too Much Money

If you were South Sea pirates aboard your ship of thieves
Our island would engage you before you hit the beach

But we stand in line to be refused
The less you have the more you lose
To greedy profit-sucking bastard spawn of Satan

Your take is up while give is down
But you're the only game in town
You got your faces in the hog-trough that we baited

And put you to bed with the fishes like the gangsters that you are
Put you to bed with the fishes. You push a working man too far
Put you to bed with the fishes. No more or less than you deserve
Put you to bed with the fishes for greed and ignorance and nerve

This Bank Makes Too Much Money
This Bank Makes Too Much Money
This Bank Makes Too Much Money
This Bank Makes Too Much Money

c/o
Dan LaRocque
P.O. Box #476.
Parksville, B.C.
V9K 1V4
(250) 752-7984
larry@bank-b-gone.com

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