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Canopy
03:49
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A different day is coming on
Where grass turns green in winter dawn
Livewire kids spin round unseen
Chasing after splintered dreams
They’re standing on your head at night
Dreaming feeling not quite right
Clinging to your craven hands
With eyes you cannot understand
We are sailors who come searching for
Truth and love, nothing more
Tide will pull plank to stone
Drawing lines to travel home
And all around and up the bend
People line up to pretend
They will move with such great speed
Never time for what they need
And I wander the dark, in the blue light, gonna make my mark
But I wanna sit in the big tree, cover my wings in her canopy
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2. |
Front Porch
02:27
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You’ve grown up
We learn to love
Highway line
And early morning air
The 401
It guides us home
Orange sun stretches skies and I smile
Yeah…
Pass men in trucks
Who’ve had enough
18 wheels trying to earn their share
And you’ll bring summer through my screen door
We will be barefoot on the floor
And you’ll bring summer through my screen door
We will be barefoot on the floor
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3. |
Somewhere In Between
03:48
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Fire sunsets
meet the morning light
somewhere between
all these colours unite
I’ll open my eyes
Somewhere to breathe it in.
Revelations on the mind
Ride the train backwards – where I felt the most alive
Always searching, barely on for present time.
Cause I saw you laugh before the cool blue tide
Your dress was long and white
We went for fun rides …
In the night
Sit by the water
Breathe the day
Play my guitar
Catch that wave
Stay for a while and roll gently in
Cause I saw you laugh before the cool blue tide
Your dress was long and white
We went for fun rides
In the night
Before the cool blue tide
Your dress was long and white
We went for fun rides
In the night
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4. |
Ol' Dale's Cabin
03:39
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Quiet morning
Geese around the bend
Let the light pour in
That good old feeling hits me gently so
I know the coffee works sometimes
And the door...
I stop feeling sorry for myself
Realize it’s not worth my time
‘Cause after running with the young and free
There’s more than meets the eye
And the door
Yeah it pulls me to wonder
Once more…
Cold, crisp morning
Space heaters sending love
From where the fire was
Cedars smell just like a forest symphony
Follow the river path
And the door
Yeah it pulls me to wonder…
Once more…
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5. |
Harvest Wagon
03:59
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Harvest wagon
Carry me home
It’s late in the day
I need not be alone
J'étais dans les nuages
J'étais sous la colline
J’ai trouvé l’espoir
In the land I couldn’t see
Elle est arrivée
Lentement comme le sève de pin
Son rire dans les rivières
Le sentier revient enfin
I’m on a harvest wagon
And we’re heading out west
I’ve got a lot to see now
That heavy loads are off my chest
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6. |
It's There
03:48
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I noticed in the middle of the fog
A clear of light ablaze
I looked and saw what it was I wanted to create
Sometimes in words it’s hard to describe
Just why I feel this way
The city’s cold but your hands are warm
I start out today
And then I fall, you’re here amidst it all
Nestled in the trees,
Water through your knees
Calm can come
Listen hard and you will listen to none
Fire in the breeze, quiet in the trees
Between the constant pound of my feet on the concrete floor
I know what lies beneath my body’s a game that hurts for sure
The weight of the world is sometimes too much to take the time
The precious bits, the sweetest bliss, the moments that could be mine
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7. |
Girl Named Tuesday
03:48
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See the sunrise -
could’ve been mine
But now stars shining
down the line
On her shoulder -
a woven bag
And yeah I sit here
catching rain
Birds are flying ‘cross the bay.
And could I see you Tuesday?
Silky water
touches sun
Throws some shadow
just for fun
And on her shoulder
hair will fall
But she don’t stay here for too long
Birds are flying ‘cross the bay.
And could I see you Tuesday?
Birds are flying ‘cross the bay.
And could I see you Tuesday?
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8. |
Summer's Wine
04:03
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I left the farm with a lighter load this time
My work had been done and the gold grass stored away
Let it be was playing in my ears
and my thoughts drifted home to the chance I took here
I saw the fruit ripen and fall
Red currants rolled into the palms of the small
I’ve seen the valley from the other side
And I’m slowing down to let truth in my life
Cause I’ve let fear hold on like a wild grape vine
I’ve let love pass me by too many a time
Why do I wish for winter when I’m drinking in summer’s wine?
I was a child just the other day
Rolling down the dunes till the sand was swept away
Now I count in pebbles tossed to wind
The past becomes my pastime before I can begin
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9. |
Rare Bird
05:45
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So here I am
Picking some sweet song
Thinking as the time moves on
Couldn’t stay long
Leaving gold dust in your wake
Rare bird flies Ontario
Cause all of the time
And knowing what’s right for me
So let gentle souls align
Cause it’s hard to let this be (piano, bass and drums in on the “be”)
When the orange leaves fall
It’ll still be sweet song
Dreamin’, in the first snow
Deep in the fog
Maybe give it a year or so
When daylight breaks I’ll really know
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10. |
Crabapple Tree
05:05
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I was smiling, watching dandelions on the bright, green grass
It smelled of a sunday morning
With a blue sky built to last
You shook the crabapple tree
Blossoms fluttered down
It’s nice to have you here
It’s good to see you round
And I’m singing
Oooo love will get me so high
Yeah I’m watching pink clouds pour
Through the sky
I was crying as the snow was flyin’ on the gravel strip
I pulled out a shovel for a love that just don’t quit
And I shook the crabapple tree
Didn’t make a sound
I wished that you were here
I wished you were around
And I’m singing
oooo love will get me so high
Yeah I’m watching pink clouds
pour through the sky
Fields were burning as I got turning off the country road
Headlights in the distance pointed off toward Peterborough
And I saw the rows of apple trees gnarled in the wind
This fruit I hold in my arms is a harvest for a friend
And I’m singing oooo love will get me so high
Yeah I’m watching pink clouds pour through the sky
Yeah I thought I made a plan this time
Yeah I’m tryn’a be a man
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Alex Terry North Bay, Ontario
Canadian singer-songwriter Alex Terry offers space in his music, making time for inner reflection with lyrics of truth built
from delicate melodies.
His 10 track album - Rare Bird - is filled with songs that Terry crafted throughout his twenties. They are songs of depth and subtlety.
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