Full Moon Rising

It's a full moon rising
over this town
i'm at the festival
in Owen Sound
and i can hear you calling
you're calling down the line
down by the great white pine

i took a bus to get here
rode highway 6 all day
looking out my window
farms and forests the whole way

sitting on a pier
sun setting over the bay
feel like a miss you
miss those words you say

it's full moon rising
over my head
and i been pining
for my own bed
i can hear you calling
you're calling down the line
down by the great white pine

the full moon rises
high in the sky
just sippin' on
canada dry and rye

still on the pier
skippin' stones
i'm so far from home
i feel all alone

full moon rising
over my head
the sun was shining
when i went to bed
now i'm just walking
walking down the line
towards the great white pine

PV

about a show

the bass pounding
through the concrete floor,
as the band plays,
it's last encore,
they take the last bow,
as we scream for more,
people brought together,
both rich and poor,
tonight it's about the music,
a break from our lives,
an escape from reality,
as a band of 8 musicians strive,
to recapture personality,
as we file out, both fast and slow,
and everyone is talking, about the show,
our ears still buzz,
our hearts are still thumping,
our minds are in sync,
our spirits jumping,
no one wants to go home,
so they'll go to a bar, t
hey'll drink and they'll talk,
and then they'll all walk,
and they'll make their way home,
long past dark,
through the streets they'll roam,
eventually they'll land on their doorstep,
with that familiar song in their head,
open the front door singing
and make their weary way to bed.

PV

Northern Town

I'll runaway
runaway in the morning
I'll runaway with you
we'll be gone before the sun is rising
faraway when the sky turns blue

These chains I wear
these shackles are a burden
I'm sick of draggng em' around
all day
we'll follow the railroad
I'll be be free
when the sun goes down

In that Northern Town

I'm alright, if you're alright darling
I'll be your man, if you want me too
because the clouds are gone
aint no use in whining
the sun is shining through

my clothes are dirty
my feet a' hurtin'
and i can hear the sound
of the 304
rolling into the station
this train is freedom bound

to that Northern Town

PV

Rambling

Gloriously Ghetto, Broke and beaten down, looks just like the alleys, that cut straight through this town.

Beautifully Broken, gritty and grimed up, graf all on the walls, does nothing to distrupt.

This; a kid's outlet
just another way to cope
a fag for doing art
sprays a bomb
it's dope

a bomb's a way to cope
an outlet,
a source
for a brand new hope

kid's grabbin' at straws
the last of the rope
weight of the ball and chain
can be too much to cope

people look at this place
disregard the beauty
they see a disgrace
opinion's are laced
prejudice is based

on false expectations
and bad legislation
a sad deviation
a misrepresntation

a misunderstanding of our youth
a fiddler on the roof

I took a gamble
ranted and
rambled

within these ramblings there may be a few good lines, the quotable kind,
so good luck, and adeu, and may good fortune be with you.

PV