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Introductions
00:55
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Blues Man
02:11
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Blues Man
(Chorus)
Honey I’m a blues man I was born a blues man’s son
And I’ve been running from the music, But now that run-in’s done
I’ve held those words within me and you know that it tore my soul
But the music wouldn’t ever let me go
Babe you know I love you and I’d hate to see you go
But the music’s really got me got my heart and got my soul
Well I ain’t got a living girl no I ain’t got a dime
But the music’s got me more and more all the time
(Chorus)
(Inst)
Darling if you left me will I know what I would do
Oh I’d sit myself right down write a song and dedicate it all to you
Sit down and write a song and it would make you feel so blue
What else you expect a blues man to do
(Chorus) Inst
(Chorus) (with these last 2 lines)
Well the music would not ever let me got
Like the music girl I may never let you go
Words and music © Jim Moffatt
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Lighthous Keepers Dream
04:06
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Lighthouse Keeper’s Dream
A sailor stands upon the dock
Admiring his craft
That sits just at the water line
So proudly painted last
Eager to get underway, heave to and raise the sails
And never be the same again, if he lived to tell the tale.
Sailing through North Cumberland
A cold, relentless strait
At the wheel all night while an Eastern gale
Left us wonderin’ our fate
But the skipper knew his boat like other men may know their wives
And we sailed through the canal locks in the early mornin’ light.
(Chorus)
Old sailors will tell you, the sea’s no easy life
And if you don’t believe me boys, ah well go and ask me wife.
I recall a lighthouse keeper, in some old forgotten bay
And he gave us tea and oranges, and he listened to me play
And he said “I’ve been here for years, maybe twenty years or more,
And my son comes down from Halifax, in summertime for sure.”
(Chorus)
Have you ever been to Rustico, the folks there like their beer
And they work a lot at the irish moss and you can make a buck I hear
Will Daley got too drunk one night, after selling a big load
And he lay there on the road and died, God only knows what for.
(Chorus X2)
Words and music Scott Parsons
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Free and On the Road
03:23
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Free and On the Road
Its 3ockock in the morning and I've got the bus stop blues. Trying to write a song but can't seem to find a tune. The drivers says it's time to go but I can't put down the song, so I take it with me on the bus and I write it on the road
It started out as a melody so soft and sweet and fine but some how the rhythm of the bus has speeded up the time. I feel the wheels rumbling. The night is dark and cold. Just another lonely minstrel, free and on the road.
The stranger up in front of me is asleep and kind of old. The lady sitting next to me gives a stare that is so cold. My hairs' unbrushed sense morning and my clothes have all been well worn. Just the price a minstrel pays to be free and on the road
(Instrumental)
I reach up for my guitar just to help put down the song. But the driver says "Boy put that thing away we're at your stop in town". And late at night I go home, to my bed and I'm all alone. Just another lonely minstrel free and on the road. Free and on the road. You see I'm free and on the road.
Copyright 1982 Jim Moffatt
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Working Hard Working Nowhere Blues
Empty eyes in vacant faces echo what the years can do
Years of hard work or no work at all
Living in some run down charity hall
And you started out so young and strong
Willing to bump heads and take ‘em all on
Confident that even with some battles lost you’d never loose
You got those working hard looking for work
Working nowhere blues
Running around this said old town
Worn the pavement right through my shoes
Well the land lady says that she wants the rent
But I’m feeling kinda funny cause the rents all spent
I got those working hard , looking for work
Working nowhere blues
Well ya rise up in the morning
Turn your bedding in
Funny how your security diminishes with it
Grab a free towel
and scrub yourself down
Put on your cleanest dirties and head down town
And ya shake a lot of cold hands
and give em all your name
But no matter how you fill out all the forms
The answers always the same
You got those working hard looking for work
Working nowhere blues
Running around this said old town
Worn the pavement right through my shoes
Well my baby cries cause she wants to go out
but the way the momma bug me make me scream and shout
I got those working hard, looking for rent
Working nowhere blues
Well I finially land a job from an interview
That I don't even remember that I had
Done a couple weeks, maybe four
The layoff comes I'm first out the door
I got those working hard looking for work
Working nowhere blues
(Instramental)
Well the banker say they gonna tow my car away
But I sold my car just the other day
I got those
working hard looking for work
Working nowhere blues (to end)
copy write Jim Moffatt 1982
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Introducing The Wizard
00:16
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10. |
The Wizard
03:43
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The Wizard
It was just after dark thirty years ago
When the Wizard went for a walk
Done to the shore, where the waves did roar
Some spirits to conjure up
He uttered some strange incantations
Then stood as if waiting reply
His staff to the sky his arms spread wide
A fire was in his eye
Then a spirit stood there beside him
And demanded “Why do you call?”
The Wizard smiled and said “I’m lonely
Me. My power. And that’s all.
You see it’s been nigh on 10,000 years
I’ve now studied these things I know
And I’ve not know a warm touch
Just the occasional lost soul
And the sprit smiled said yes its been a while
Sense you’ve been whole
And you summoned me for relief
A soothing for you soul
But you foolish man you had it in your hand
And you let it go
And you come to me asking for relief
Freedom Freedom for your soul
solo
now 25 years have come and gone
since the Wizard last went for his walk
The magics gone and died but the spirits they still mock
Chours (repeat end)
Words and Music © Jim Moffatt
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11. |
Jim get an Encore
01:19
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12. |
The Logger
04:15
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Jim Moffatt Victoria, British Columbia
"Why do I do this?” In the simplest terms it’s "I write, therefore I am." Corny, sure, but I actually hear myself thinking
in song. Everything from the mundane to the serious... in my minds "ear" I hear melody lines and music when I am pondering .
Does that make me nuts? Maybe. Some of the songs that play in my head I am driven to share, to experience them with others. I am a song writer.
... more
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