D                             G
My children scare me
D     E   F# G      F#    D  E   F#  E       D         G    D  
they will run around and cry and throw things at me
D     E   F#         G      F#          D  E   
they will scream and scream and scream 
F#   E        D           Bm
and scream and scream
they will eat the tinsel off of the tree
they will puke all night and day and day and night
they will never go to sleep without a fight
they will throw the christmas wreaths into the fire
they will curse and swear and slash their grandmas tires
they will roam around the streets in vicious gangs
they will cut you with their claws and sharpened fangs
A                           
But late this christmas night
D
there was a clatter on the roof
A
like the scrape of Santa's sleigh
D
and clack of reindeer hooves
G
but what followed all that noise 
D
was not the sound of christmas cheer
G
but a series of violent thuds
E                                     A   A7
and a scream of primal fear
G
I ran outside to see about
D
this commotion on my home
G
and I saw my children bathed in blood
E                                   A
with a stack of reindeer bones
G
reindeer bones
D     GDGDGDGD A A7 D

Reindeer Bones - Patrick Canning

Features a sample of Healing Song 10 by Primeaux, Mike & Attson from Healing and Peyote Songs in Sioux and Navajo (Canyon Records)
Recorded to Tascam portastudio 414 4-track cassette recorder

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Made for the 2013 RPM challenge. Listen to or buy the album from here: http://patrickcanning.bandcamp.com/album/rare-platinum-minnow


put your weight upon the wheel 
Keep your eyes upon the road 
put your hands where I can see em’ 
take me where I need to go 
X2 

I don’t like this new look on your face at all 
This ain’t the road that takes me to my place 
don’t try to take me away for the night I’m alone 
I just wanted a ride back to my home 

put your weight upon the wheel 
Keep your eyes upon the road 
put your hands where I can see em’ 
take me where I need to go 
X2 

I don’t want to look at the ocean at night 
I don’t need this wandering hand gripping my thigh 
I don’t carry a gun and I’m not very strong 
I want you to know just how you’re wrong 

I don’t like this new look on your face at all 
This ain’t the road that takes me to my place 
don’t try to take me away for the night I’m alone 
I just wanted a ride back to my home

Sad Tax - Keep your hands where I can see them

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    yarn spun storytelling set to fingerstyle guitar...explores the many hidden nooks of Canadian Folklore

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