Comparative Analysis
I am not at war
I am not fighting for my family
I am not dying for my values
This is my benchmark
I am well
Lucky
And happy
Is life just not dying?
Yes ++
I am not at war
I am not fighting for my family
I am not dying for my values
This is my benchmark
I am well
Lucky
And happy
Is life just not dying?
Yes ++
It’s been a long time
That doesn’t matter
Nothing has changed
This is our test, this how we stay sain
We don’t need to talk while we’re apart
When we’re together, it’s like yesterday, even when yesterday is far away
You’re the same, I’m the same, see?
Nothing has changed
At least this stays the same
I’m a rock and you’re a rock
We’re two rocks and we don’t change
Everything else is different
Nothing stays
I can’t stay, you can’t stay
It’s ok, we’re the same
Let’s not talk and stay the same?
Yes, let’s not talk and stay the same.
I like not talking and staying the same
You’re my rock, my bedrock, my solid ground
I’m built on you just far away
Stay the same, please stay the same, everything changes, please stay the same
If you go I might fall down, don’t crumble away please stay strong
I know you won’t change
Your solid ground, I’m a rock and you’re a rock
A small rock and you were a small rock
Two small rocks now older rocks
Not old rocks yet but someday
Someday I’ll go away or you’ll go away
It’s ok, let’s not talk but stay the same
When you’re gone and I am gone
We’ll be the same, gone away
I’ll stay the same because you stayed the same
When there’s nothing left and we can’t talk
I’ll be the same and you’ll be the same
Nothing different, it’s all the same
I’m the same and you’re the same
Beillge, neillge, trèsz, sèsz, frèsz
Beillge, neillge, trèsz, sèsz, frèsz
Beillge, neillge, trèsz, sèsz, frèsz
C’est okay, je souviens encore comment je parlais
Beillge, neillge, trèsz, sèsz, frèsz
Il a perdu femme et enfant
Et moi me plaindre d’être adolescent?
Comment lui dire que j’étais là
Puis-je penser d’être si présent ?
Orgueil ou empathie, je ne sais pas
J’étais triste pour lui et pour moi
Une voiture, une tempête
Route glissante, route de sang
T’as prit un autre, femme et enfant
Un homme brisé pour m’aider
Dans la voie, triste et tortué
This ones about traveling
This ones about home
Westbound for work
Retreating East alone
Followed the dream
The oil patch is dry
Well, there’s oil left but the cost is too high
Going back home now
Try something new, something old, something blue
Nothing to lose, the years are all gone
Made all my money and spent every dime
Maybe try trucking or carpentry now
My dad was a farmer and my mother a nurse
I’m thinking I’ll call Pat to drive his hearse
The dead must pay one last time
We’re all gonna face it, you and I
Not worth the worry, neither the sweat
I’m tired of the running, I’m tired of the work
The ocean looks nice, I might try Caraquet
Old house by the ocean depends on what I can get
Lay the traps down, might try fishing next
Who am I kidding, that all sounds nice
Way above the asking price
Take a warm shower, drink down a beer
Light up a joint to clear the air
I’m all good now, don’t need to fret
I heard they’re hiring up north
Can’t go back yet
For a time, why not
Grab the wheel
Keep’er steady now, were on course
The edge is dull
It’s dull as blight
Back and forth now
Straighten out
Mind the rocks, can’t stop til light
Rain a pouring no good for picking
Waves are even, tops a flying
Sea of dirt, no end in sight
Get them in before frostbite
Rack em’ up and ship them West
Were only growing the very best
Take control now I’m going home
Thermos full
Warm and bold
Drink that coffee, it’s getting old
No one leaves until we’re through
We want you for the pickin’ crew
Wing row and trucks, all lit up
Thanks to the harvesters’ lights
The shift is done, September too
Rest up, rest up, tomorrow is new
The Man with the birds
He’s coming, he’s crowing
Angry old man wants something, is nothing
Tear it all down, dig up the ground
Birdman, who do you think you’re impressing?
Thanksgiving is here for the man and his birds
“Eat up my friends and let’s do some shooting!”
Sacred riverbed shot up with their lead
“Not my fault if people are paying”
No more weddings were held or dances were led
The man with the birds keeps taking, keeps snaking
An angry young man grew up on the land
Took back what his father had given
Bend over basket and don’t stop pickin’
That digger ain’t stopping, that flatbed is edgin’
We’ll be at Frank’s, we start at 7
Pack a good lunch, breaks at 11
Tickets in hand, marked by Fernande
Claiming my haul, russets this fall
45 paces, I’m 8 years old
A twig marks the line or so I am told
Move to the left, move to the right
Up one row, I’m going too slow
Pick up the pace, 2 rows to get in
The prisoners are quicker, I’m just too thin
My uncles help out, they tease me, don’t shout
Shorten my pace, catch up to the race
Basket in barrel, hear the them tumble in
22 and change which I cash in
Back to school I go, 2 weeks in a row
Was fun, but next year, not sure if I’ll show
On a cliff
At the tip
On the edge
About twenty feet
In a hot tub
Staring north
Waters colliding
Just bellow
The path is icy
Don’t slide off
The view is far
This is surreal
Stewing myself
I see a dock
Off the grave of a mill
Makes no sense
I don’t care
10 under zero
Snow all around
I don’t hear a sound
Crank up those jets and settle in
Edge of the world
Could be the end
If that’s the case
I’m not helping
A pool of hot water
On top of a ridge
A hundred degrees
And I’m just cookin’