Sugar Mama

Noah (On Wreck Beach)

Love Alights

Body And Soul

Here’s a slightly newer draft of the lyrics.

When my son went to daycare in New Jersey
They wouldn’t let the kids outside when it went below 30
degrees ferenheit
When I grew up in Winnipeg in elementary
We weren’t allowed to go outside if went below minus 30
Degrees Celcius

Soccer was the best when you wore your snowsuit
You’d make the sliding saves kicking the ball with your snow boots
One team was the Jets and the other the Penguins
And the nets were the chain-link backdrop of the baseball diamond

In the summer, Let tell you what I loved
Playing street hockey with my brother
With a tennis ball and the goalie wore a baseball glove
We played on and on forever,
As if there never was a winner and there never was a loser
Till my dad called us in and it was time for dinner.

The Jets lost in playoffs and I cried tears of fury
and fell into a fever and raved of Pavel Bure
He wouldn’t stop scoring he had no mercy
I was the goalie on my knees and he was firing hockey pucks into my undies

When I played soccer I wasn’t a scorer
I played midfield and I was a passer
I went to school with Ajit, we sometimes called him toque-head
He was Sikh and he had a Penguins winter jacket
I went to his house for a ride, it was down by the river
His father had a car dealership and a corvette that was silver

Ajit was napping by his father orders
He had stay well rested to be the best scorer
I was Phil Housley and he was Selanne
“Til I quit playing sports, ‘cause I wanted to watch more TV

Multisportural

Lyrics
I’m like some kinda troubadour
Ringing through time and space
It’s getting old for a dinosaur
And you know we’ve seen better days

They call me Hank the Hadrosaur
I’ve got a funny shaped head
 I don’t sound like I did before
I was dead

Nothing last forever, it gets better
It’s not as bad as you might think
 I don’t worry much about my audience
Ever since they went extinct

They found my bones back in ’58
in a New Jersey ravine
They keep reconstructing me
But they’ll never hear me sing

It kinda gets my bones out of joint
To see ‘em keep adjusting my stance
 But it’s just a matter of time 
Before they make me dance

They call me Hank the Hadrosaur
I’ve got a face like a duck 
Don’t make faces in the late Cretaceous
It might just get stuck


Duck Face Dinosaur

Rough draft of lyrics
Wanna hear something strange, Let me tell you about my foreign exchange
I was taking English in Bordeaux, I guess I drank some wine, you know
Space was tight and wind blew through, Our appartements socialistes
The bathrooms were unisex and we didn’t have toilet seats
For one twenty Euros rent, can’t complain about Village Cinq,
The Canadians and the Czechs, sang "Leaving on a Jet Plane" and drank

Chorus:
Il faut profiter, baby
that’s what you’re s’posed to say
when you are far away
Mais c’est fatigant, baby
when you don’t know what you’re s’posed to say
and you are far away

Down the hallway was Bara, left her accordion in Prague
spoke 5 languages or more, I spoke French like a pollywog
When we first met, sitting on the floor, she said “veux-tu faire du stop”
I said “Qu’est-ce que c’est?” She gave me a thumbs up.
It’s not safe to do it alone, a creep once asked her if she liked sex.
“Ce marche bien avec une fille et un mec”, I just said “what the heck!”

We set off for Perpignan and the Pyrenees
With a baguette and toothmarks all across our Emmental cheese
Didn’t get a ride til the afternoon, dropped us off at midnight a little too soon
The payage had 16 lanes, felt like Frogger in the video game
A Spanish trucker picked us up, though he didn’t speak what we spoke
He made a gesture for pot smoking, and giggled I guess he was joking
Blasting trancy  Euro-techno, he was headed for Madrid
But When he blew past the sign to Perpignan, we just about popped our lids

We met up with her Czech friends, it was bad enough speaking French
They spoke like scissors, with their slavic tongues, did I hear a vowels, probably none 
We kicked off for an family farm, where they we having a dance in a barn
C’est authentique, c’est sympathique, but I couldn’t dance, and I wanted to sleep
The farmhouse wasn’t too far, but I lost my way in the dark
coming closer, a not so distant, wild vicious dogs did bark
Everthing was French to me, but loud and clear the words of the mutt
in my bunk, at dawn I woke up, afraid to move, I read Kurt Vonnegut


Faire Du Stop

Lyrics

Some work in paints
Some work in sculpture
But why be a Pygmalion
When you just reach out and touch her

Like vision coming into sight
As she walks into the light
Everything’s going alright
But it’s not happening tonight

Like a vision coming into sight
I’m an artist and she’s the play of light
Everything’s going alright
But it’s not happening tonight

Some like to write
Some play in rock’n’roll band
But why be a pig like the rest of them
When you can be a ladies man

Like a fish and the play of light
I’m just hoping for a bite
Everything’s going alright
But it’s not happening tonight

Pick -Up Artist

If you love her, you don’t just get her a car
I know a car is pretty nice, and that girls like cars.
But if you wanna dive deeper, go out and get her a Millennium Falcon
and you can take her to the stars

you gotta dive deeper, to keep her

wise like Yoda
cute like Ewok
brave like a Wookie
loyal like R2-D2

If you love her, don’t just buy her a horse
We all know she loves horses, but that’s too obvious of course
Go track down a Taun-Taun 
from the glaciers of Hoth
That’ll show you got the Force

Thomas Wilson

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