1. |
The Road To Panama
05:29
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I get the window on the way back
'Cause you got the front and I got
Smack, dab, in the middle of
Someone says something nobody laughs
'Cause it's three am and they're mostly half asleep
On the road to Panama
I'm on the freeway for real this time
The smell of the wind, the dust in my eyes
Leaves me delirious
Drunk on the flavour of the night
The stars are out and I know that I'm alive
On the road to Panama
Wake with the sun in my eyes
Guess I forgot to close the blinds
Or then again maybe this is not a dream this time
I've got it down I'm rehearsed
Even if worse comes to worse
I'll never budge from the center of the universe
You take the window on your way back
'Cause I got the front and I am smack, dab
On the road to Panama
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2. |
Offer Up
04:06
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Offer me a part I'll play myself
You ain't going to need nobody else
Offer up your violins
I will dance and I will sing
Won't you raise a glass up to my health?
I might be the best thing you've ever had
I will turn your daydreams into fact
Offer up a conversation
I accept your invitation
Really feel a need for being bad
What you've got has got me going wild
You come off as some kind of mystical child
Offer up your energy
Lay your body over me
I'd really like to stay like this awhile
Offer what you've got in store
I taste your tongue now I want more
I'd really like to thank you for my smile
I'd really like to thank you for my smile
I'd really like to thank you for my smile
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3. |
Bad For The Soul
04:49
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Look at where you're ending up
Rattling your own tin cup on the street
Crying about the sons you lost
When you never even gave a toss about keeping the peace
It's bad for the soul
Everyone knows
Now you're on the radio
Shouting on a late night show with an angry host
You wonder how you got caught up into something
Far from what you need the most
It's bad for the soul
Everyone knows
Oh you act like the heroes you know that you're not
So your hands will come clean of the bodies you bought
By giving up all the control of your thought
To the ones who want the show to go on
To the ones who want it all to go on and on and on and on...
It's bad for the soul
Everyone knows
Everyone knows
It's bad for the soul
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4. |
Standing Up For Life
04:06
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Everyday it's the same same same
I take my place in the long parade
I put my wheels in the grooves that got made
From every year they've been rolling
And every hour of the day day day
I'm working for the big escape
I don't know how far away we are from being golden
But I like it
But I like it anyway
And every mouse in this maze maze maze
Is having doubts on the deals they made
They're desperately trying to find a way
To get back what's been stolen
And I don't have the remedy
I'm still working on a philosophy
But I know there will always be
Some things that are worth holding
And I like it
And I like it
And I like it anyway
And I'm standing up for life
'Cause I know it isn't right
To settle on sick and tired
I'm standing up for life
I know it won't come twice
And I am not the type to mess up being inspired
'Cause every night when I'm drained drained drained
And I get home to your arms again
It's worth it just to hear you say
I missed you so much darling
And I like it
And I like it
And I like it
And I like it anyway.
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5. |
Sooner Or Later
04:22
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Sooner or later I'll be leaving
Sooner or later I must go
And from the signs that I've been reading
You've been busy digging holes
Sooner or later comes the season
A man is forced to face his ghost
And he must fight that voice of treason
That likes to preach and shout and gloat
You failed to make your mark
You failed to make your mark
Well I've been here before
In the not too distant past
Well I've been here before
I thought I kicked your ass
Well I've been here before
I've been here before
Sooner of later you'll be grieving
When what could have been is what was
And all your spinning and your weaving
Has twisted you away from love
You failed to make your mark
You failed to make your mark
You failed to make your mark
You failed to stop and start
You failed to notice it was all coming apart
Well I've been here before
In the not too distant past
Well I've been here before
I thought I kicked your ass
Well I've been here before
I've been here before
Sooner or later I'll be leaving
Sooner or later I must go
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6. |
A Song For Jane
03:23
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Come on fellas would you try to explain
What's the intention behind what the words mean?
And why do your stories always end the same?
Come on fellas you're free of your chains
But your gangster glory won't let anything change
You made your millions but your hands are stained
So how about a song for Jane?
Arms aren't twisted, choices are made
Now you're the singer up on the stage
And every listener is feeling your rage
So how about a song for Jane?
The day after Christmas voices are raised
Who let the killers out of the cage?
It's gangs it's guns it's cops
It's black white and grey
It's nothing different just how the game's played
Take a position then hand out the blame
But don't forget that she had a name
So how about a song for Jane?
Let's sing a song for Jane
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7. |
Woman
05:16
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Woman it's never gonna be enough
And I wonder why I can't stop
Trying to get you to see the stuff
You'd think by now I'd know you're not
Woman it's starting to get too rough
And I can't afford this kind of love
It's not like time is something there's plenty of
And woman I ain't exactly young
You made your mind to get love
You know you need enough of
What's going to get you to happy
You see the path that lights up
And every notch that makes up
What's going to happen to me
But it's not what I see
Woman they're flying flags at half mast
For the vanished and broken
And I wonder if you'd be proud at that
If it was me who was one of them
You said in life you trade up
You flash you crash you work up
To the sound and the fury
All your dreams are made dust
And every lash is what must
Be what happens to me
But it's not what I see
Woman it's never going to be enough
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8. |
Volunteer
08:21
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I've been eight months in-country
Can't believe that I am still here
Missed home for my birthday
Oh well maybe I'll make it next year
And it's not just the sand in my eyes that makes them dry
But I can't show any fear
I'm a volunteer
They had so many reasons
Now they don't seem to be very clear
And high-minded opinions from civilians
Who'll never get near
But it's not just their tricks and lies and money ties
That make a soldier appear
I'm a volunteer
Now I'm finding out what this thing is all about
Not for freedom, god or changing things
Not for heroes, girls or earning wings
Not for bugles, duty, flags or kings
Not for right at all
Not for right at all
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9. |
I'm Always Dreaming
05:50
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Maybe some other reason
Maybe some other sign
Could make me believe in
Giving up on this life
But the same situation won't change my mind
Maybe some other feeling
Maybe some new design
Could get me to weaken
Let the whole thing unwind
But even in tattered
And crumpled up pride
There's more than a glimmer left in these eyes
'Cause I'm always dreaming about reaching the line
The worries are leaving
Those blessings arrive
I'm always dreaming of that sweet special time
When the tires stop squealing on this crazy ride
And I've got the power to stay in the light
Kick back at the darkness
Keep dawn in my sight
'Cause I'm always dreaming about reaching the line
The worries are leaving
Those blessings arrive
I'm always dreaming of that sweet special time
When the tires stop squealing on this crazy ride
The tires stop squealing on this crazy ride
On this crazy ride
On this crazy ride
The tires stop squealing on this crazy ride
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Ken Dirschl Toronto, Ontario
Ken Dirschl has been writing, recording and performing his own music since the early 90's, first with the muscular Gasoline and its "earth-flavoured rock'n'roll" and later under his own name. His music mines familiar ground, but manages to find new and surprising layers, and seasoned lyrics add an unexpected punch to the mix. His vocal nuance and adept arrangements make for a compelling listen. ... more
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