NIGHT RAINSSWEAT SOAKED CITYTHIS BAR INHERITS THE MEEKRENEGADEWHO DO YOU TURN TO?FLYING IN THE CITY OF ANGELSWORKING DAY TO DAYSIFTING THROUGH THE SANDGO OUT DANCINGROAD RAGEDON'T LIEMY EPITAPH

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WORDS & MUSIC BY DAVID BRAY

OUR BAND

GUITARS/MANDOLIN/DOBRO: JUSTIN ABEDIN, COLIN LINDEN, KIM MITCHELL, DAVID BRAY, CHRIS BIRKETT, KEVIN BREIT

BASS: BOB BABBITT, JOHN DYMOND

KEYBOARDS: GARTH HUDSON, BILL KING, RICHARD BELL, DAVID BRAY, TROY BYNOE

DRUMS/PERCUSSION: GARY CRAIG

HARMONICA: PAUL REDDICK

SWEAT SOAKED HORNS: ALEXIS BARO (TRUMPET), PAUL METCALFE (TENOR SAX), CHRIS BUTCHER (TROMBONE)

VOCALS: DAVID BRAY, LORRAINE REID, CHRIS ROUSE, J LIN, DANNY BROOKS

PRODUCERS: DAVID BRAY, CHRIS BIRKETT

ENGINEERS: CHRIS BIRKETT, TROY BYNOE

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DAVID BRAY NIGHT RAINSDAVID BRAY & LORRAINE REID

DAVID BRAY & LORRAINE REID

NIGHT RAINSNight rains, rains down on the city

Night rains through a flood of lightsYou hear the lightning crack

Feels like an urban heart attackIn the murmur of the night

Subway trains surgethrough the veins

Mainline to the heart of the cityAngry neon flashing

The city’s wild eyed and pretty

CHORUS

Streetlamps like pneumatic drillsPounding the pavement with light

Headlights barrel along the highwayLike pot shots into the night

CHORUS

Some guy gives you the fingerBut it feels like a fist

You can’t hear what he’s gesticulatingBut you get the gist

SWEAT SOAKED CITYSweat soaked cityNight life in a working class townSweat soaked cityTo feel up we go downtownSweat soaked cityDon’t let the work day get us downNight life, night life in a working class town

They're playing good time musicIn a town that's fallen on bad timesDeflated dollars, deflated prideAnd dwindling dreamsThis is the only place in town with a bandAnd this band pile drives a backbeatTo drive away the ringing in their earsFrom the sound of machines.

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In the corner young alcohooligansAre acting just like fools againFor some couples, loveTurns this into a place for romanceThere's an old couple tryingto find a fox-trot feelIn some small town hard rock rhythmWork day's load is put downThe feeling's light ..... it's time to dance.

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Come Sunday morningThe light seeps inA bleary-eyed sun Is hung over this townThe Sunday service singersAre last night's drunken choirThey're somewhat more in tune todayBut somewhat less inspired.

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THIS BAR INHERITSTHE MEEK

His rebound romanceIs a sad affair with alcohol

Now he's barstool bottleneckingMost every night

He says he wouldn't run to herEven if she called

But damned if he don't keep checkingLeft and right.

He says "Put on some music”Let's have a hell of a time

Put on some musicHey David lend me a dime

Put on some musicPut on some music

Then he gets up and walks past the jukeboxAnd heads for the phone one more time

Teary trauma, dreary dramaBarroom backdrop

He's shot glassy-eyedTrying to hang on

Face down toward a bottle(Like he's) Staring down the barrel of a gun

He's been dying slowlyEver since she's been gone

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One more of love'sWounded, weary veterans

Flanked by two dead soldiersJust finished off

In this emergency wardFor the emotionally shattered

To whom all that ever matteredHas gone off.

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So lady, wherever you areI know your story

I've heard this man's sad taleEach night this week

I don't know who inherits the earthOr grabs the gloryBut I do know that

This bar inherits the meek.

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RENEGADEYou turn your weary eyes to watchThe changing of the avant-gardeEveryone's marching to the new drummerBut you walk aloneand each step comes hard.Frenzied followers of fads and fashionsPassing passions and political viewsThey choose their wordslike they choose their clothesBut those poses just aren't you.

Renegade your youth is goneRenegade still you fight onRenegade your spirit's strongYou just refuse to fade.

Now you don't hear muchfrom your college friendsWho spoke out and stood their groundThey've turned into couplesBeneath security blanketsOf suburban silence they lie down.Some play their cards rightMake their bid for the topOf the jacket and tie societyBut you can't bring yourself to follow suitThere's so much more you have to be.

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You're a pacifist with violent emotionsYour devotion is always strongThat anger of old still fills your eyesWhen you see human rights being wronged.You're a wise man and a sentimental foolTo you, friendship is more than a phaseYour decade's gone, but you fight onThough you're lonely and afraid.

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WHO DO YOUTURN TO?

Who do you turn toWhen you’re running in circles?

Your days are a mazeFeels like there’s no way out

Who do you turn toWhen you’re under fire

And you’re riddled with doubt?

Where do you go when it’s gone?And how do you follow the chase?Do you just pack up and move on

Or take it case by case?

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Just getting byHas gotten the best of me

Somehow I lost sight ofAll that I was meant to see

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Some gamble on love or lotteriesCount on politicians or God

After all I’ve seenI have to say I don’t like the odds

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WORKINGDAY TO DAY

Working day to dayGets in the way

Of things working out like you planned

Subway trains surge through the veinsMainline to the heart

Highways pump exhaustionInto a city bursting apart

Some guy on a caffeine high gives you the fingerAnd it feels like a fist

You can’t hear what he’s gesticulatingBut you get the gist

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Gunfire is eating upStarving neighbourhoods

Anger feeds on frustrationKids are kindling wood

Crushed between where they are And what they needSome call it hunger

Some call it greed

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9 to 5 doesn’t add up to muchYou’re counting on the lottery

Resigned to not being able to quitThat’s your destiny

So mix or match your metaphorsThe story’s still the same

In this city, you don’t stop to win or loseYou just keep playing the game

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Every morning you look in the mirrorTo see what you’ve left behind

Your kids call you distantBefore you know it you find that….

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SIFTINGTHROUGHTHE SANDSeething heat bleachesThe snow white sand beachGirls flex power over muscle boysStuttering rain interruptsTheir smooth patterOne rainfall and pick-ups are destroyed.

Why does it feel so coldIn this sun and sand?Exposing little of ourselvesWhile we’re getting perfect tans

Men drift, siftingThrough beauties in the sand.Like a lounging lizardSummer scales the beach.My need to touch someoneIs getting out of handBeneath the surfaceWarmth is out of reach.

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In the distanceHills bloom through a daybreak rainNothing lasting grows here in the sandYesterday's impressionsHave been washed awayHere, grains of hope Can sift right through your hands.

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FLYINGIN THE CITYOF ANGELSIt's hotter than hellWith a halo of smogTraffic churnsArteries are cloggedJaded workers blowing hornsWith a need to feel rebornLike cagey prisonersLooking for their next release

I've been flying in the city of angelsFlying in the city of angelsWhere do angels goWhen they sink this low?If there's a heavenGet me the hell out of here.

High fashion paid for by the gramHigh priests who don't give a damn.Lunatic prophets bark beneath a spotlight moonWhen you read the bubble in this cartoonIt's the high price you pay to feed the spoon.

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Smokestacks suck the clear blue out of the skyThis pipe sucks the life out of you and IThis city breaks you like a habitAnd holds you like a spellTil you can't get high enough to get out of hell.

CHORUS

GO OUTDANCING

I'm going to go out dancingI'm going to go out dancing tonight

I'm going to forget her

The more I learn about loveThe harder it seems to get

It was easier trying to find loveThan it has been trying to forget

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The people I thought would stand by meJust stood me up in the end

They loved the man who laughedThe one who cries is no one's friend

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I'm going to kick off my shoesRock and roll with the punches

Try to find the life I lackYou see, I've been trying to kick the blues

But they just keep kicking backSo….

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I'm going to go out and hide behind the lightsI'm going to go out dancing tonight

ROAD RAGEMy job leaves me rundownBut I’m never going to settleThe highway throbsNow I’m pedal to the metalLike I’m driving the tempoWith a big kick drumLook in my rear-view mirrorYou’ll know where I’m coming from

Road rageA finger feels like a fistRoad rageA finger feels like a fistYou can’t hear what he’s gesticulatingBut you get the gist

Rush hour exhaustionIt’s getting hard to breatheAn hour to go ten minutes awayThe city starts to seetheLife takes a detourThings weren’t supposed to turn out this wayNow I’m tearing along the dotted lineRipping down this old highway

CHORUS

DON’T LIEThey say nothing lasts forever

Does anything last long enough?Can we live with what we’ve lost and

Hold on when we're feeling out of touch?

Don’t lie, don’t lieDon’t try, try to tell me that

Everything will be alrightDon’t lie, don’t lie

Don’t try, try to tell me that Dawn blooms through the darkest night

I always thought that I had more timeAll of a sudden it seems I don’t

All the thingsI thought that we’d doNow I know we won’t

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I can brace myself and brave the stormBut the calm is a different matter

Amid the noise I can see through the paneBut the silence makes it shatter

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You go from feeling blessed to feeling cursedFeel like you’re drowning dying of thirst

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MY EPITAPHEvery day the clock’s hands pull me hereAnd here they hold me downWith sleight of handThey steal my life awayThen my time is measured in money If that’s how they sum up my lifeIt’s a hell of a thing for an epitaph to say.

I don’t want my spiritTo die before I doI won’t let these wasted years Turn into my life

They say that money talksWell, you know that talk is cheapAnd I found out that when it talks it liesI traded my youth For a working wageNow I find the price I paid was far too high.

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Chris Birkett - Chris has been involved in producing, engineering, writing and playing music since the 1970s. His collaborations have sold more than 100

million records world-wide over the last 30 years.

Chris has collaborated, both in and out of the studio world, with Sinead O’Connor, Steve Earle, Led Zeppelin, Dexy’s Midnight Runners, Hans Zimmer,

Randy Newman, Jean-Baptiste Mondino, Zazie, Rod Temperton, Quincy Jones, Peter Gabriel, Sting, Trevor Horn, and many more.

Paul Reddick - One of North America’s finest award winning harp players and blues singer/songwriters.

Lorraine Reid - David Bray’s musical partner with a voice that speaks for itself. One of North America’s finest new R&B vocalists.

John Dymond - Widely respected bassist who has recorded and performed with Bruce Cockburn, k.d. lang, Colin Linden, Blackie & The Rodeo Kings, and

Natalie MacMaster.

Kim Mitchell - A multi-platinum selling artist who is a Canadian institution.

Richard Bell - The late keyboardist was a member of The Band and Janis Joplin’s Full Tilt Boogie Band. He also worked with Kathleen Edwards, Colin Linden, Bonnie Raitt, Bruce Cockburn, Bob Dylan and The Cowboy Junkies.

Gary Craig - Widely respected drummer who has recorded and performed with Bruce Cockburn, Jann Arden, Anne Murray, Tom Cochrane and Red Rider,

Blackie & The Rodeo Kings, Ian Tamblyn, Colin Linden, and John Alexander.

Bill King - One of Canada’s finest keyboard players with an illustrious history including work with Janis Joplin, The Pointer Sisters, Martha Reeves, The Rhythm Kings an his position as Director of the Beaches Jazz Festival.

Colin Linden - Guitarist, producer, singer and songwriter known for his solo work as well as producing, recording and performing with Bruce Cockburn, Bob Dylan, Emmylou Harris, Blackie & The Rodeo Kings, Colin James and The Band

Garth Hudson - Legendary member of The Band. Inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame”. Worked on two of Rolling Stone Magazine’s Top Fifty Albums of All Time

Justin Abedin - One of Canada’s most accomplished guitarists/producers. Known for his work with Jacksoul, Nellie Furtado, Justin Hines, The Wailin’ Jennys and as a member of the Canadian Idol Band.

Bob Babbitt - Was a member of Motown’s Funk Brothers, Bob has played bass on over 200 Top 40 hits including: Marvin Gaye’s “Mercy Mercy Me” and “Inner City Blues”, Stevie Wonder’s “Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I’m Yours”, Gladys Knight’s “Midnight Train To Georgia”, Edwin Starr’s “War”, Gloria Gaynor’s “Never Can Say Goodbye”, Robert Palmer’s “Every Kind of People”, Jim Croce’s “I Got A Name”, Rod Stewart’s “Soulbook”, Diana Ross’ “Touch Me In The Morning”, and Smokey Robinson’s “Tears of a Clown”