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Late at Night
Peering into darkness
Another mile the same as
all other 800 miles I drove today hey hey
(Headingley. Right turn.)
Edmonton all the way to Steinbach
another hour to go
But I could keep on driving till morning
though I started break of day.
Who stopped in Yorkton for coffee?
It was a 16 ounce
Who's got the window wide open?
Who's got this song in the car?
Turned up loud!
Darker now
and the car is colder
My girl is fast asleep
She nodded off but that's okay since
I am wide awake!
Who stopped in Portage for coffee?
It was a 16 ounce
Who's got the window wide open?
Who's got this song in their head?
Turned up loud!
I am wide awake, baby!
Wide Awake!
I am wide awake baby!
Wide Awake!
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Driving right through the pouring rain
that woman might stop for a hurricane;
pops down to 3rd passing some old turd
if she needs to get down to the greenhouse on time.
That car speeds up on amber
squeals tires when the light turns green
Rounds turns like the trunk's on fire
Making that straight four scream
That Chick Can Drive
That Chick Can Drive
Sometimes when I'm late for choir
that woman burns gas like a house on fire
Flips on her shades, hair pulled back
And there ain't nobody getting in her way
That car speeds up on amber
squeals tires when the light turns green
Rounds corners like the trunk's on fire
Making that straight four scream
That Chick Can Drive
That Chick Can Drive
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For $1.30 a gallon, back in time,
I’d pay the attendant, and you were mine
When we drove through the prairie
and we saw the flax fields bloom
When we drove through the mountains
you lifted us up into the sky
You give such motion to these wheels
You blow up in the motor & my tires peel
When we drove through the city
to the short-cut, to the drive through
When we drove through the parking lot
you swung the back end round and round and round
I’m not crazy about where you come from
I’m not high on what you leave behind
I may be happy where I am right now,
But I love how fast you take me somewhere else
20 years later, & many miles
We’ve had good times, there’s no denial
For $1.30 a litre, here in time
I swipe my card, and you are mine
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This car is very loud
and there's a good song on the radio
I just wanna listen to this song
but this car's got so much noise
so I turn up the volume.
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I awake and go outside
The dawn’s first light
Driveway silent
Minus 38 degrees
The battery’s charged
I sure hope that thing starts today
If I breathe, the windows cake
The seat’s rock hard
The gearshift’s too cold to rest my hand.
Why on earth do I live here?
Why not move down south,
And never freeze off my face again?
The heat starts to blow
But my feet, they are still freezing
My seat still is too cold
Too cold, too cold
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In elder days there was a beast
twas made of iron and wood
It roared and passed all other cars
eight demons ‘neath the hood
There was no speed it could not reach
no bog it could not rent
it would not rest at day or night
though other cars were spent.
It was The Beast
of Land and Sky!
Its donuts perfect
every time!
With mighty name of “Malibu”
It tore the Earth, it pushed blue!
It was the beast
of land and sky!
This beast was not just Lord of Earth
It jumped upon command.
It's first flight East of Bothwell,
no ‘rents could understand.
It roared through the air and shook the
ground on which it landed.
It made the prairies flatter than
Lake Agassiz itself could.
Auto mirum spargens sonum (The car will send forth its wondrous sound)
Its wake when pounding puddles
Gave the Trident holder fright.
The gust of wind when it did pass:
electric dynamite.
The beating of its fiery heart
rang clear across the plain.
When taking off from stand-still
Only Rubber would remain
Lux Aeterna Luceat Auto (Eternal light shine on the car)
Transition to car afterlife was
nowhere in its plans.
When it's replacement filled garage,
it would not yield its place.
It only growled louder.
It's smoke plumes grew in size.
It drank the gas more wildly.
Odograph stopped counting miles.
Malibu, it would not die,
long years of death watch thwarted.
It was not given parts or care,
yet still it soldiered on.
From whence came its direction?
Without, or from within?
Hath it a mind of metal?
Hath it neurons of tin?
Insanity was in its lights
Its whistle loud and clear
Some brave ones looked on with delight
while fair folk hid in fear
Known by many names, it was,
This Beast of Land and Sky.
But on its heart was stamped in steel:
the number 305.
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7. |
Remix - Wide Awake
03:25
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8. |
Remix - Winter Morning
02:50
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