On & on & On - Joel Plaskett

You have arrived son

Is this the last frontier?

It’s quite a drive son

So get yourself in gear

‘Cause, Kid, you ain’t home yet

Cement takes some time to set

It’s been a long haul

Am I knocking on the wrong wall?

You have arrived son

Messy business

This mess is surely mine

A sketchy witness

Picked me out a line

I know that I messed up

When I drank from that cup

Been entertaining

Now you’ve got some explaining

It’s messy business

Nova Scotian

That the blood that’s in my veins

By the ocean

Til I fanned those prairie flames

Footloose and fancy free

Now I’m a spinning 33

Complete devotion

Is that the cost of love’s commotion?

Nova Scotian

Bad things happen

That much we understand

But hands keep clappin'

When the shit does hit the fan

You can’t let it do you in

Somebody get me my gin

Hands keep clappin'

I miss Scott Tappen

Bad things happen

So many places

I have traveled in my months

Wide open spaces

Down to claustrophobic trunks

And if they lock you down too long

You can pay them back in song

Feel it coming

Just like my guitar humming

I will pay you back now

I sing a verse now

For those come and gone

And left this earth now

And we’re stuck here rolling on

I can still hear Tappen tap

I can still hear Judy’s laugh

Helen’s making movies

And my Granny Kay, she’s baking cookies

They’ve come and gone now

Friends from high school

They show up now and then

It’s kind of awkward

To make like we’re still friends

I guess in a way we are

I usually see them in a bar

You’ve been drinking

Now that gets me to thinking

It’s kind of awkward

I’m just like my father

With calloused fingertips

I’m just like my mother

When the red wine’s at her lips

Been rocking on the bow

But I’m home to tell you now

I found the right rhyme

Without the daytime there’s no nighttime

Just like your parents

Stompin Tommin'

In a badass cowboy hat

Tutankhamun

The boy king of this and that

And when Margo starts to dig

I hope Reggie’s got the gig

Is it uncommon?

To have nothing in common?

With friends from high school

True deception

It will break your heart in two

We need protection

From the words that cut right through

If you wanna know how it feels

Under your thumb, under your wheels

You heartless bastard!

Quit denying this disaster

It’s true deception

To the point now

I’m tired of feeling down

And out of joint now

I’m so sick of messing around

Help me out now if you can

Won’t you lend a clapping hand?

I won’t disappoint you

No, I don’t want to disappoint you

What’s your point now?

Sheila Rogers

I like her speaking voice

Sons and daughters

Going down to Critic’s Choice

Rent a movie and stay in

Somebody get me my Pimm’s

Floorboards creakin'

Hush up now Sheila’s speakin'

It’s Sheila Rogers

Baby, I miss you

I’ve been gone too long

Swimsuit issue

Now I’m just rattling on

Your loving sure felt fine

So turn off your seatbelt sign

Hear me knocking

This deadbolt needs unlocking

Baby, I miss you

Long and winding

This long, long winded road

Lost and finding

Out my future’s bought and sold

They’ll price me with a tag

Then they’ll put you in a bag

It’s too expensive!

Why you so defensive?

Long and winding

Triple record

Now that’s just rattling off

My past is checkered

And my future’s polka dots

I’ve been gone too long

I’m so sick of all these songs

You’re in the driveway

Our love is like a highway

It goes on & on & on…