Tag: gord downie

She gave me matches
Seven wooden matches
She put them into a small, slim glass jar
With a screw-top lid

I fingered that jar
I put it in my pocket
She said, ‘Can’t go into the woods without them’
I smiled at her and left

And I kept them dry
And as long as there were six
I’d be fine
As long as there were five
Matches in that jar
Mile after mile
On the chick-chick chick-chick sound of the matches
On the memory of her smile

I kept them dry
And as long as there were five
I’d be fine
As long as there were four
Matches in a jar
With a screw-top lid
I know she did not mean to hurt my feelings
But that’s what she did

And I kept them dry
And as long as there were three
I’d be fine
As long as there were two
Matches in that jar

Gord Downie

This song broke my heart. It’s entitled “Seven Matches” off the Secret Path album. The whole album is a concept album about Chanie Wenjack trying to find his way home after running away from his residential school in Ontario. He never made it home. I found it so sad that he gets to two matches and then the song just kind of dwindles and ends. You need to listen to this album and it helps if you read along with the graphic novel by the same title, it’ll ruin you but you’ll be better for it.

(via vagabondprophet)

She gave me matches
Seven wooden matches
She put them into a small, slim glass jar
With a screw-top lid

I fingered that jar
I put it in my pocket
She said, ‘Can’t go into the woods without them’
I smiled at her and left

And I kept them dry
And as long as there were six
I’d be fine
As long as there were five
Matches in that jar
Mile after mile
On the chick-chick chick-chick sound of the matches
On the memory of her smile

I kept them dry
And as long as there were five
I’d be fine
As long as there were four
Matches in a jar
With a screw-top lid
I know she did not mean to hurt my feelings
But that’s what she did

And I kept them dry
And as long as there were three
I’d be fine
As long as there were two
Matches in that jar

Gord Downie

This song broke my heart. It’s entitled “Seven Matches” off the Secret Path album. The whole album is a concept album about Chanie Wenjack trying to find his way home after running away from his residential school in Ontario. He never made it home. I found it so sad that he gets to two matches and then the song just kind of dwindles and ends. You need to listen to this album and it helps if you read along with the graphic novel by the same title, it’ll ruin you but you’ll be better for it.

vagabondprophet:

I think I’m in despair

The wind is in the trees

Basically, just waiting for something to come along and eat me

Is this future’s gate?

Where my dreams retreat?

And all my memories are just memories of memories?

And a-folded in a dream

Pitch-black and glowing blue

A raven saying, ‘I know a way that I can help you’

Oh-oh, I stared into his eyes

I saw my pale last days

Said, ‘What you can’t escape, you gotta embrace.’

Ah-oh, I know a way to get back

This don’t have to end

A way to get back

And haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them

Then he wished me plain

As he flew away

Said I’d see him coming on that pale last day

And he wished me plain

Ordinary death

Said he’d be back after I escaped it

oh

I’ve seen how they are

How they’d all sell their souls

In little bits and pieces, til they get old

They don’t make a dent

In indifference

We’ll haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them

But I want to go back

If this is the end

I want to go back

Not to ‘haunt them, haunt them, haunt them.’

Not to haunt them, haunt them

Not to haunt them, haunt, haunt

Haunt them, haunt them

Gordon Downie, if you haven’t listen to his solo album “Secret Path” you need to. Especially if you listen to it along with the accompanying graphic novel. It is nothing short of heart breaking and wonderful.

vagabondprophet:

I think I’m in despair

The wind is in the trees

Basically, just waiting for something to come along and eat me

Is this future’s gate?

Where my dreams retreat?

And all my memories are just memories of memories?

And a-folded in a dream

Pitch-black and glowing blue

A raven saying, ‘I know a way that I can help you’

Oh-oh, I stared into his eyes

I saw my pale last days

Said, ‘What you can’t escape, you gotta embrace.’

Ah-oh, I know a way to get back

This don’t have to end

A way to get back

And haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them

Then he wished me plain

As he flew away

Said I’d see him coming on that pale last day

And he wished me plain

Ordinary death

Said he’d be back after I escaped it

oh

I’ve seen how they are

How they’d all sell their souls

In little bits and pieces, til they get old

They don’t make a dent

In indifference

We’ll haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them

But I want to go back

If this is the end

I want to go back

Not to ‘haunt them, haunt them, haunt them.’

Not to haunt them, haunt them

Not to haunt them, haunt, haunt

Haunt them, haunt them

Gordon Downie, if you haven’t listen to his solo album “Secret Path” you need to. Especially if you listen to it along with the accompanying graphic novel. It is nothing short of heart breaking and wonderful.

vagabondprophet:

I think I’m in despair

The wind is in the trees

Basically, just waiting for something to come along and eat me

Is this future’s gate?

Where my dreams retreat?

And all my memories are just memories of memories?

And a-folded in a dream

Pitch-black and glowing blue

A raven saying, ‘I know a way that I can help you’

Oh-oh, I stared into his eyes

I saw my pale last days

Said, ‘What you can’t escape, you gotta embrace.’

Ah-oh, I know a way to get back

This don’t have to end

A way to get back

And haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them

Then he wished me plain

As he flew away

Said I’d see him coming on that pale last day

And he wished me plain

Ordinary death

Said he’d be back after I escaped it

oh

I’ve seen how they are

How they’d all sell their souls

In little bits and pieces, til they get old

They don’t make a dent

In indifference

We’ll haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them

But I want to go back

If this is the end

I want to go back

Not to ‘haunt them, haunt them, haunt them.’

Not to haunt them, haunt them

Not to haunt them, haunt, haunt

Haunt them, haunt them

Gordon Downie, if you haven’t listen to his solo album “Secret Path” you need to. Especially if you listen to it along with the accompanying graphic novel. It is nothing short of heart breaking and wonderful.

I think I’m in despair

The wind is in the trees

Basically, just waiting for something to come along and eat me

Is this future’s gate?

Where my dreams retreat?

And all my memories are just memories of memories?

And a-folded in a dream

Pitch-black and glowing blue

A raven saying, ‘I know a way that I can help you’

Oh-oh, I stared into his eyes

I saw my pale last days

Said, ‘What you can’t escape, you gotta embrace.’

Ah-oh, I know a way to get back

This don’t have to end

A way to get back

And haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them

Then he wished me plain

As he flew away

Said I’d see him coming on that pale last day

And he wished me plain

Ordinary death

Said he’d be back after I escaped it

oh

I’ve seen how they are

How they’d all sell their souls

In little bits and pieces, til they get old

They don’t make a dent

In indifference

We’ll haunt them. Haunt them. Haunt them

But I want to go back

If this is the end

I want to go back

Not to ‘haunt them, haunt them, haunt them.’

Not to haunt them, haunt them

Not to haunt them, haunt, haunt

Haunt them, haunt them

Gordon Downie, if you haven’t listen to his solo album “Secret Path” you need to. Especially if you listen to it along with the accompanying graphic novel. It is nothing short of heart breaking and wonderful.