Jump to content
Jambands.ca

Happy Last Day of Work, Baj!


captainsunshine

Recommended Posts

St. Stephen, Canada's Chocolate Town :)

Couldn't taste the taste that I was tastin'

Couldn't hear the waste that I was makin'

Tired of the life I was facin'

Couldn't tell one from another

Couldn't hide a secret from my mother

Any other mother wouldn't bother

Makin' time breakin' ground

Sail brown bay to chocolate town

Got me on the porch I'm in the front row

Says "shit's for real man" like I don't know

Get your punk ass back to the dog show...

Makin' time breakin' ground

Sail brown bay to chocolate town

A new breath I feel the grip releasin'

Scraping my guts off of the ceiling

I've got that sunny bunny feeling

Makin' time breakin' ground

Sail brown bay to chocolate town

Makin' time breakin' ground

Greyhound bus to chocolate town...

Link to comment
Share on other sites

:D

so high so happy right now

love fall ... love change ... I"M LOVIN' THIS

whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

will miss you all, but not for long since I know we will all cross paths over and over again

thats the best part of our scene !!!

:D

Schwa you always get me laughin'

whats that from ???

curiousity is highly peacked

Link to comment
Share on other sites

...just don't become the towns top fudgepacker, eh!

I'll tell them to keep that position wide open for when you arrive!

:D

Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,

Country garden in the wind and the rain,

Wherever he goes the people all complain.

Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline.

Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how.

Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell,

Hell halfway twixt now and then,

Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again.

Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky.

Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye.

Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,

What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned.

Several seasons with their treasons,

Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own.

Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye,

Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills,

One man gathers what another man spills.

Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain,

Seashore washed by the suds and foam,

Been here so long, he's got to calling it home.

Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, spinnin' that curious sense of your own.

Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man?

f06bc955d17e772aa4eefe19d03344c6_scale_352_375.jpg

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now
×
×
  • Create New...