Sleight of Hand
There’s a lot of broken people
Across the sea,
But there’s a lot broken people here too
You don’t have to go
across the sea
To be useful to me.
Don’t wait for a sign
No water divine
It’s as simple as a coat
For a shivering man
There’s no secret trick
No sleight of hand
Just a bit of bread
For an outstretched hand
All your brilliance and might
Can not win this fight
You just have to do something right
A rickety shack could he everything
To a man without a home
An old blanket could be everything
To a child with nothing but a stone
Don’t wait for a sign
No water divine
It’s as simple as a coat
For a shivering man
There’s no secret trick
No sleight of hand
Just a bit of bread
For an outstretched hand
– Vagabond Prophet
– Another song folks, let me know if you like the songs and should keep them coming.
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Sleight of Hand
There’s a lot of broken people
Across the sea,
But there’s a lot broken people here too
You don’t have to go
across the sea
To be useful to me.
Don’t wait for a sign
No water divine
It’s as simple as a coat
For a shivering man
There’s no secret trick
No sleight of hand
Just a bit of bread
For an outstretched hand
All your brilliance and might
Can not win this fight
You just have to do something right
A rickety shack could he everything
To a man without a home
An old blanket could be everything
To a child with nothing but a stone
Don’t wait for a sign
No water divine
It’s as simple as a coat
For a shivering man
There’s no secret trick
No sleight of hand
Just a bit of bread
For an outstretched hand
– Vagabond Prophet
– Another song folks, let me know if you like the songs and should keep them coming.
Drip, drip, drip
Baby, when’d you get so Zen?
Drip, drip
When I used to know you when
Drip, drip
When you thought all my dreams sucked
Drip, drip
I was just happy you gave a fuck
Drip, drip
The Tragically Hip
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.
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.
Even though I know it don’t make any sense
I’m in love with your every irrelevance
Gord Downie
Vagabond Prophet 