Canadian Cancer Society Live EP

by Jimmy Gibson

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All proceeds go to the Canadian Cancer Society

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released June 10, 2017

All songs written and performed by Jimmy Gibson except for Rock and Roll (written by the Velvet Underground)

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Track Name: The Rat Race is a Lot Less Fun Than the Name Implies
They emerge from doorway, head covered in lampshades
As strange as it may sound, I have just seen the light
So they take off their layers, blindfolds on the doorknobs
He runs off to join the church of a million sacred nights
She says you’re crazy we can’t put our money on islands
We can’t afford the money that we’re putting away
He thinks for a minute there and laughs unconvincingly
He can’t seem to hear what she was trying to say

“Oh darling, you have the knees of a priest,
Oh darling, you have the brains a wall
Oh darling, put on that jacket you’ll freeze”
But his slipper fell off, returning from the ball

Another pair now, both aces of diamonds
Watching the paint dry on the backs of their eyes
As you can guess they’ve been married for a while now
I hope you don’t mind if I take off my disguise
They’re sitting there complaining about the red sox
They’re sitting their counting the wool of shorn sheep
And now that they’ve finished doing their laundry
It’s time that they finish doing their sleep

“Oh darling, I got promoted, to the scrap heap”
“Oh darling, that’s great, when’s your next job?”
“Oh darling, it’s hard when you can’t cook or sweep
There’s not much work out there for fat ugly slobs”

They’re the third of the night, and they drink themselves sober
But they can’t seem to stand the way they look at themselves
So one turns to the other and says you sound like an angel
The other pulls out her earplugs, from drilling the shelves
It seems to me, the honest, eloquent outsider
They can’t seem to find the words, they’re too tired to try
There’s a reason, being here feels so familiar
The rat race is a lot less fun than the name implies

“Oh darling, I built you a birdbath”
“Oh darling, that’s great, but we don’t get any birds”
“Oh darling, they’ll show up, I built them a footpath
Don’t look at me like that, I can’t find the words”
Don’t look at me like that, man, I can’t find the words
Don’t look at me like that, just because I built a bath for the birds
Track Name: The Stars of that TV Show I Saw Last Night
Sing yourself the waves, unbroken lovers
Save yourself with rings and floating ways
Sing yourself the waves and salty shoreline
Turn to her you dark unsinking gaze

Sing yourself the trees, oh foolish acrobat
Swing wildly casting shadows on the grass
You’re royalty to trees, to her you’re sunshine
But now you’re staring blindly at her

Oh, you actor, you
You change so they can’t hurt you, you
You love her, don’t you? Don’t you? You
Oh, you stupid actor, you

You drive taxis now, broken souls are so endearing
You read that somewhere, you know it must be true
You drive taxis, like Bowie or De Niro
But unlike them, there’s no one next to you

You’re a priest who wishes he were buddhist
At least with them you can try your luck again
You’re a priest who dreams of being knighted
But that only goes to singers and their friends

Oh, you actor, you
You change so they can’t hurt you, you
You love her, don’t you? Don’t you? You
Oh, you stupid actor, you

Oh, I’m an actor, I am
I change so they won’t hurt me, I do
Do I love her, I don’t know, do you?
Oh, I’m just another stupid actor, that might be true
Track Name: Rock and Roll (Velvet Underground Cover)
Jenny said when she was just five years old
You know there's nothing happening at all
Every time she puts on the radio
There was nothing goin' down at all
Then one fine mornin' she puts on a New York station
She couldn't believe what she heard at all
She started dancin' to that fine fine music
You know her life was saved by Rock 'n' Roll

Despite all the amputations
You could just dance to a rock 'n' roll station

Jenny said when she was just five years old
My parents are gonna be the death of us all
Two TV sets and two Cadillac cars--
Ain't gonna help us at all
Then one fine mornin' she puts on a New York station
She don't believe what she heard at all
She started dancin' to that fine fine music
You know her life was saved by Rock 'n' Roll

Despite all the computations
You could just dance to a rock 'n' roll station
And it was alright.
Track Name: I Think It's Time to Go
Johanna missing Mary, draws a picture to calm down
Stands on two feet, watches the ground
Gather water, but not enough for anything good to grow
“Don’t let it shock you, I don’t read faces, but I think it’s time to go”

She calms me down, or tries to, the effort unmistaken
My faith is shattered, we all feel a little torn and shaken
I care for you, I mean it, it’s about time someone knows
Don’t let it shock you, I don’t read faces, but I think it’s time to go

I’m still moving, I hope it doesn’t show
Don’t think I’ll be back again, and I think you know
Look for me, in the warm places I go to
Don’t think I’ll be back again, and I think you know

In the middle of the night I still wake up, I wish I stopped
The dream’s too breathless, it’s too close, and the bubble popped
I still buy food for paranoid schizophrenics on the street in the afterglow
Don’t let it shock you, I don’t read faces, but I think it’s time to go

Slow it down, I think she says to me
Slow it down, don’t touch my hand it’s just not right
I wish that I could lose the stones, that weigh myself down
But losing you hasn’t helped my taking flight
Slow it down, I hear now, but no one said it
There’s no one there, I reach to turn out the light
It’s getting cold, I’m getting old, I’m getting bitter
And I’ll be waiting for someone who feels alright
Someone like you, who to me, still feel alright

I’m still moving, I hope it doesn’t show
Don’t think I’ll be back again, and I think you know
Look for me, in the warm places you’ll go to
Don’t think I’ll be back again, and I think you know

I’m running out of ways to avoid inevitable ends
I’ve since stopped running, I’ll go when I am sent
I hope it’s not too brief or meaningless, or slow
Don’t let it shock you, I don’t read faces, but I think it’s time to go