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Just The Other Day Jr. Gone Wild
You could hardly call it subli[G]me,
but it was a pretty good t[Em]ime
She was resplendent in her fa[C]shion,
although she lacked that certain p[D]assion
And I was such a ke[G]ener
for the lifestyle that had weaned [Em]her
It was such a different sc[C]ene
And we tried to grow up m[D]ean
And I met her in Al[G]berta but I never uttered a word [Em]of
The feelings that I h[C]ad even when I felt real b[D]ad
Cuz things were so con[G]trary teenage years are sc[Em]ary
Experience was n[C]il and I see her st[D]ill
In the bars and the libr[G]aries and the wars and bowls of c[Em]herries
And the poetry of age[C]s and the rosemaries and the s[D]ages
And the wheat and wind[G] and dirges,through the prairies and the[Em] urges
And the clumsiness of y[C]outh and the wisdom of the t[D]ruth
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And I was thi[C]nking just the othe[D]r day
Was it fu[G]n, was it dum[Em]b, was it righ[C]t?
Guess I'll ge[C]t a case of beer looks like I'm g[D]onna be up all n[G]ight
It was neat and almost forgotten quite like Johnny Rotten
All the punkers drank their fill and they puked on the windowsill
Of a blurry unwritten future while splitting all the sutures
Of a past tattooed with pain impossible to explain
And it took about forty full moons and a hundred thousand sad tunes
And a million barricades and a bad version of purple haze
To lift the rusty visor of the jaded knight inside her
so she could see the starting gun and then her life went on the run
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I tried to stay behind her but the slipstream was a side winder
And I tripped on an ideal and my heart burned and peeled
So I collected my resources and I ate about seven courses
Of a dozen bad mistakes and served on silver plates
And she lived happily ever after and I got lost in the laughter
Emitted by the stream of an adolescent dream
And I wound up in the alley where the broken hearts would rally
Against a world of hurt although we ate it for desert
And so I lost her in Alberta and since then I never heard of
her vision or her light or her blindness or her night
Me I'm parallel with danger now that she's become a stranger
I gotta laugh when it hits the surface...thank God the past can't find a
purchase....
- chorus -
Adele McDonald
Edmonton,Alberta, Canada
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