Broken Little Bird, why are you so sad? Someone clipped your wing, taught you not to sing Words sent out into the air, feels like life just isn’t fair Walked away don’t you dare, washed me right out of your hair Said friends we were for life, got freaked out by the strife Walked away so fast, nothing ever lasts Words sent out into the air, feels like life just isn’t fair Walked away don’t you dare, washed me right out of your hair Life gets really hard, send a little card Everything you said, wishing you were dead Words sent out into the air, feels like life just isn’t fair Walked away don’t you dare, washed me right out of your hair You’ve been writing me again, please stop writing me again You’ve been texting me again, please stop texting me again (you’re not my friend!) Words sent out into the air, feels like life just isn’t fair Walked away don’t you dare, washed you right out of your hair (goodbye!) Broken little bird

[Cat meows] Soros Jam Soros Jam Soros Jam Alll I want to do is Soros Jam Kamala Harris does the Soros Jam Ah, Soros Jam Soros Jam Soros Jam Soros Jam Hey can we? Soros Jam Soros Jam It’s all we want to do is Soros Jam We go on the lam, Soros Jam Leave this scam, Soros Jam It’s all we want to do, you’ll like that We’ll put you in the zoo Soros Jam, let’s go on the lam All doing the Soros Jam Even Kamala Harris, yes, she loves the Soros Jam She laughs, and she likes that Soros Jam (Biden chant) Joe Biden’s the man Let’s go Brandon! Soros Jam Soros Jam Soros Jam Soros Jam Kamala Harris does the Soros Jam Let’s go on the lam (Biden chant) Let’s go Brandon! Leave this scam Soros Jam

Life it sucks and then you die, storm clouds in a darkened sky Fucking morons are all around, all I want to do is leave this town and roam Idiots tell you just to smile, don’t have a clue ain’t walked one mile In a land that’s filled with shit, jump in a spaceship and be done with it and fly Coronavirus has shut us down, like sheep we’re led around Trust the experts their rarely right, load up the spacecraft with supplies and leave tonight Old drunk gov has come to town, arbitrary rules for every clown What makes these frauds think they’re right? Lockdown escape by flying saucer tonight

Sittin’ by the phone, waitin’ for your call Never picked up, starin’ at the wall Won’t show up, set up for the fall Knocked around, won’t feel anymore You don’t love me, you don’t care You won’t miss me, when I’m not there Not gonna’ hang around no more I’m walking through that open door Wanna hear your voice, never gonna’ call You’re not my friend, giving me the stall Don’t show up, tired of it all Kicked around, don’t care anymore You don’t love me, you don’t care You won’t miss me, when I’m not there Not gonna’ hang around no more I’m walking through that open door (You) Say the right words, don’t mean a thing Birds in the sky, like toys on a string Livin’ my life, you’ve nothing to bring Friends are gone, no need anymore You don’t love me, you don’t care You won’t miss me, when I’m not there Not gonna’ hang around no more I’m walking through that open door (I’m walking)

Life was getting harder every day I was wondering if I could stay Looked up to the sky, I’m not really someone who prays And I knew I had to change something Because if I didn’t I wouldn’t be here very long But life can be cruel, It can take the starch out of you And then you gotta’ figure out what the next step is on your path Like a curveball thrown, you’ve got to try to keep your weight back and dump it into the outfield And maybe this baseball analogy doesn’t really work here But I was thinking about it when I was playing my guitar Once you right the ship, it’s time to figure out what’s next on your journey No one can tell you what that is, you’ve gotta’ come to that place on your own It can be lonely and hard, but no one ever said that life would a picnic (and it’s not been one for me over the last five years or so) But I’m still here, and I’m singing my songs and playing my guitar and I’m thinking, Today’s been a really, really good day, Today’s been a really good day. Today’s been a really, really…really good day But life can be cruel, It can take the starch out of you And then you gotta’ figure out what the next step is on your path Like a curveball thrown, you’ve got to try to keep your weight back and drive it into the outfield And maybe a baseball analogy doesn’t really work here But I was thinking about it when I was playing my guitar Sometimes, it seems, like every single song I write, is in D; I like the chords, especially the Em, and the D and the A, and the G It’s a key that’s easy for me to write in and I’m making my living from the I, IV, V, with a ii chord thrown in (usually a minor), for good measure. Life can be cruel, It can take the starch out of you Then you gotta’ figure out what the next step is on your path It’s like a curveball thrown, you’ve got to try to keep your weight back and drive it into the outfield And maybe this baseball analogy doesn’t really work here But I was thinking about it when I was playing my guitar Cause I’m finding a new path, and it’s better than the old path Because the old path was a sad path, and it was dragging me down into the darkness and I found a way out, banging my way with this old beat-up Yamaha guitar that I’d used to drag out to shows last summer drop it down and play a song, like “Pocahontas” by Neil Young along with all my obscure covers by bands like Dinosaur Jr. and Swearing at Motorists and T. Rex ain’t that obscure [but some people think they are] That’s the music I’ve been listening to since I was 8-years-old, on my AM radio, my transistor hiding out in bed listening to AM radio when they used to play “Summertime Blues” by Blue Cheer and they’d follow it up with Arlo Guthrie singing “Alice’s Restaurant” I mean 18 minutes and I mean who plays that fucking shit on the radio anymore? They don’t even play music anymore. What do they play on the radio? We’ve got podcasts now, right? We’ve got Joe Rogan, the Joe Rogan Experience We’ve got streaming services like Spotify—they pay the artists like a penny when they play their songs. Neil Young was a hero of mine. I mean he doesn’t really value free speech that allowed him to play songs like “Sugar Mountain and “Hey, Hey Into the Black” But life can be cruel, It can take the starch out of you And then you gotta’ figure out what the next step is on your path Like a curveball thrown, you’ve got to try to keep your weight back and drive it into the outfield And maybe this baseball analogy no longer really work here But I was thinking about it one afternoon and I was playing my guitar When I was about 12-years-old, I so wanted this old guitar (well, it wasn’t an old guitar—it was a new guitar) It was a Fender knock-off; it was in Spark’s Department Store with a little practice amp And I thought maybe if I learned to play that guitar I could be really somebody like I heard on the radio But it never happened—my parents didn’t buy that guitar for me Then I got into baseball and later on, became a writer. Then one day, during a really dark, dark period after my son died I picked up that old Yamaha guitar and started playing I guess all those years of listening to Neil Young, “Decade” and all the other albums, “Ragged Glory,” made me realize I played a little bit like Neil you I don’t really know what’s up with Neil Young, he’s kinda’ gone off the rails.

You know you’re right, say I’m wrong Since COVID began, sing the same old song. You talk about truth, full of Lies Facts and science in front of your eyes Divide and conquer, tear us apart The powers that be, It’s their special art. It’s propaganda, peddled as news It’s time to wake up, pick a side and choose. Fear as a tool, it fogs your brain. Begin pushing back, get off that train Divide and conquer, tear us apart The powers that be, It’s their special art. Their propaganda, peddled as news Your time to wake up, pick a side and choose. Talk about health, just follow the wealth Fauci is a fraud, he’s full of himself Fauci, Soros, Gates, and Biden Fauci, Soros, Gates, and Biden Fauci, Soros, Gates, and Biden Divide and conquer, tear us apart The powers that be, It’s their special art. Their propaganda, peddled as news Your time to wake up, pick a side and choose. Fauci, Soros, Gates, and Biden Fauci, Soros, Gates, and Biden

Left my home in Saskatchewan Driving East into the dawn Corrupt leaders always lie Truth wins out in the bye-and-bye True North, Strong and Free Bringin’ hope to you and me Come together one and all Push back darkness and make it fall Locked down, we’ve had enough Their unjust laws have made it rough Say what you want about our goal We’re done talking it’s time to roll True North, Strong and Free Bringin’ hope to you and me Truckers came I heard them roar A seat at the table, Justin open that door Refused to talk you’ve made a mistake Parked in the street we’ll do what it takes True North, Strong and Free Bringin’ hope to you and me Come together one and all Push back darkness and make it fall Come together one and all True North, Strong and Free Bringin’ hope to you and me Come together one and all Push back darkness and make it fall

The Bible says, Eat, Drink and be Merry, because tomorrow You might die Life boiled down to its, most basic, element But bad things, happening, don't have to define who we are I've always loved the sentiment in Bruce Cockburn's, "Lovers in a Dangerous Time," when Bruce sings We need to kick the darkness, 'til it bleeds daylight, gotta' learn to kick that darkness 'til it bleeds daylight But Life can be cruel, it can take the starch out of you and then You've got to try to figure what's the next step on your path It's like a curveball thrown, you've got to try to keep your weight back—and dump it into the outfield I'm not sure if this baseball analogy works here, but I was thinking about it, when I was playing my guitar I've always had this thing for Canadian bands and singers, like Cockburn Along with and the Tragically Hip There was this band from Moncton, they really made a splash in the early 90s They were Eric's Trip Then there's the Halifax scene and Sloan, playing their power pop, Matt Mays, channeling his inner Neil Young Then in Nova Scotia there's Joel Plaskett, and the Joel Plaskett Emergency Like Bruce says, kick the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight I'm gonna' kick that darkness, until it bleeds daylight. Gonna' kick the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight Push it back, throw it down, kick it out, at the darkness, 'til it bleeds daylight, 'til it bleeds daylight Kick at the darkness, 'til it bleeds daylight Pushing back against darkness and evil. Kick the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight