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Beside Me I Dreamed I Stopped Smoking Might as Well Saturday Evening Down in Verdun
Car Keys Id Rather Walk Old Man Santo Spill Yer Guts
Carla I Tried Old Mutt Murphy Ten Years Younger
Couldnt We Joes Report from the AfterLife Perpetual Motion Water & Stone
Flower of the middle Class   Rosy Rear View When I was a Young Man


Rosy Rear-View Mirror

Rosy Rear-View Mirror


Down along Ste-Catherine Street

My love and I did stray

We could not sleep for trying

There was fire burning in our clay

We say the rosy-fingered dawn

That the poets sang of old

We knew there were some things in life

Could not be bought or sold


There are seagulls here just like the ones

That flew when I was young

But these are city shite-hawks

With one eye on my lunch

I can see them wheel around the boats

Just like I was there

Birds & sea & sun & sky

Like in some Highland prayer


Memory is a dark narcotic

Better now than then

Cooler, smoother, better looking

Than it was back then


There never was a golden age

When milk & honey flowed

When people lived like gods on earth

And paid up what they owed

"Those were the days," you hear them say

With a nostalgic shiver

Yeah, we all walk tall & proud & free

In a rosy rear-view mirror


Memory is…


Patrick Hutchinson © 2004 SOCAN


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