Would You Believe​?​?

by Manitoba Rock n Rolla

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released 21 April 2013

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Track Name: Canticle
I was born on a Sunday, in 1983
Safeguarded, but with little aplomb, as simple as can be
Seems the older I get, the more I can see
I’m building something bigger; it’s not all about me
Though I may digress, this courage I divest
Take a look at my life, tell me what you see

On a dusty shelf, in the annals of time
Lies a book bound, in heartache and tears
It’s filled with every idle word, and every selfish verb
Derived only, from this heart of mine
Though I may digress, this courage I divest
Take a look at my life, tell me what you see

Step down from the pedestal, and stifle your words
You’re bound to what is, and not what you were
You show you’re in the game, by eyeing the curve
Knowing when to hit it hard, or when to bunt
Though I may digress, this courage I divest
Take a look at my life, tell me what you see
I guess we could do better, but we're probably doing worse
Just take a look in my eyes; now tell me what you see
Track Name: Sometimes
Take a good hard look at the things that shook you yesterday
Oh, didn't matter in the end you were only waltzing away
And please my darling just bear it in your mind
That all the things you said didn't come from books you read
you just couldn't handle it
It's mighty empty tonight around our table
I wish I could give you a call but I ain't able
Ain't it funny how it turns out sometimes?
It all boils down to happiness and from that there comes the tenderness
And I guess that's something I don't have
Track Name: Brakeman
Brakeman oh, brakeman
Won’t you let them big wheels roll
I got to make it to Charleston
In about an hour or so
Listen to me brakeman
Don’t you pay that engineer no mind
Leave those big wheels a rolling
We’re getting closer all the time

You gotta keep the old Best Friend rolling
Lordy, stoke those fires hot
We gotta get to Charleston
Before I lose everything I’ve got
Sally done sent me a letter
It said she’d soon be wed
If I don’t make it to Charleston
I’ll probably end up dead

Brakeman oh, brakeman
Won’t you let them big wheels roll
I got to make it to Charleston
In about an hour or so
Now listen to me brakeman
Don’t you pay that engineer no mind
Keep those big wheels a rolling
We’re getting closer all the time

She said that she wouldn’t leave me
And that she’d always be true
But she found another
And brother she’s left me blue
So don’t worry about that brake
‘Cause we ain’t stopping at all
Before I see her married
I’d just a’ soon kill us all

Brakeman oh, brakeman
Won’t you let them big wheels roll
I got to make it to Charleston
In about an hour or so
Listen to me brakeman
Don’t you pay that engineer no mind
Keep those big wheels a rolling
We’re getting closer all the time
Track Name: 45
Tonight that old record’s playing, lord please don’t let it stop
Cause when the turntable quits turning, that’s when all the loneliness starts
Gonna wear out the needle as I, drift back in time
Forget about that girl, the one, always on my mind
Well now I don’t remember that, I don’t wanna remember anything
I’m just a sitting right here listening to all the old crooners swing
Preacher out on the corner, talking all about the end
They’re carrying picket signs, claiming to know where and when
Pushing all their views, I tell ya brother it just ain’t right
I think if Jesus was here he’d say, “Man y’all doing alright”
Well now I don’t know about that, ‘cause I don’t know much of anything
I’m just a sitting right here listening to all the old crooners swing
I’m just a sitting right here listening to all the old crooners swing
Sometimes I find solace, in a stack of 45’s
More often than not, they’re what keeps me alive
Hear the neighbors talking, bout a matter in time
Said I can remember, when a play was only a dime
Well now I don’t recall that, it’s from a different time and place
I’m just a sitting right here listening to all their old crooners swing
I’m just a sitting right here listening to all the old crooners swing
Track Name: Keeping the Faith
Worked hard all his life, just trying to make a name
Until age took him away
Spent most of his years, beloved and adored
But couldn't look his children in the eye
He wasn't blind, but he had lost sight
She worked two jobs, just trying to hold it down
Her life a worn out bitter tune
But she never lost focus, on the ones she adored
Though suffering, her life was restored
Of her, her children couldn't ask more
I guess that’s why they call it the rosary
Keep repeating it to yourself
Until you believe
That God can save man thus God can save me
Cause that’s what we've all grown to see
That’s what we've all grown to see
Do whispered prayers, in unknown tongues
Really fall on the ears of anyone?
Have we come so far, in the great mystery?
That we ourselves are now too blind to see?
What was planned for you and me?
I guess that’s why they call it irony
It seems like nothing pans out
Until your blood runs dry
And if you’re looking for, something more
That’s not what your life has implied
I guess nothing in this life is implied
Track Name: Marlboro Man
I’m torn between
What is real and what it seems
You know I can’t see the difference any longer
On the breeze like a feather
Floating where the wind lists
You know in absence you only grow fonder
I’m not a cowboy
Not a rancher on the fence
Hey baby I’m the Marlboro Man
I can remember
When it felt so real
And the sheets were still warm in our bed
I used to hang my hat
On the post in our room
Now it’s hanging elsewhere instead
I’m not a cowboy
Not a rancher on the fence
Hey baby I’m the Marlboro Man
Becoming weathered
And wearing out
Are only two ways to be worn
Cause discussing our mess
And cursing me out
Ain't the only way to be sure
So, you pour the shot
I say double it up
‘Cause when it touches your lips, it poisons your blood
We go one more round
Then you clean me up
Before I climb on the saddle again
I’m not a cowboy
Not a rancher on the fence
Hey baby I’m the Marlboro Man