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Name:Gordon Downie Coke Machine Glow

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Gord Downie - 01 - Starpainters.mp3 (Size: 25.48 MB) (Files: 16)

 Gord Downie - 01 - Starpainters.mp3

685.83 KB

 Gord Downie - 02 - Vancover Divorce.mp3

1.57 MB

 Gord Downie - 03 - SF Song.mp3

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 Gord Downie - 04 - Trick Rider.mp3

1.75 MB

 Gord Downie - 05 - Canada Geese.mp3

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 Gord Downie - 06 - Chancellor.mp3

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 Gord Downie - 07 - The Never-Ending Present.mp3

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 Gord Downie - 08 - Nothing But Heartache In Your Social Life.mp3

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 Gord Downie - 09 - Blackflies.mp3

1.58 MB

 Gord Downie - 10 - Lofty Pines.mp3

1.94 MB

 Gord Downie - 11 - Boy Bruised By Butterfly Chase.mp3

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 Gord Downie - 12 - Mystery.mp3

1.59 MB

 Gord Downie - 13 - Elaborate.mp3

2.16 MB

 Gord Downie - 14 - Yer Possessed.mp3

1.45 MB

 Gord Downie - 15 - Every Irrelevance.mp3

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 Gord Downie - 16 - Insomniacs Of The World, Good Night.mp3

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Gord Downie - Coke Machine Glow

Original Release Date: 2001

Track Listings
1. Starpainters
2. Vancouver Divorce
3. Sf Song
4. Trick Rider
5. Canada Geese
6. Chancellor
7. Never Ending Present
8. Nothing But Heartache In Your Social Life
9. Blackflies
10. Lofty Pines
11. Boy Bruised By Butterfly Chase
12. Mystery
13. Elaborate
14. Yer Possessed
15. Every Irrelevance
16. Insomniacs Of The World Good Night


if u havent read the book that goes with this cd u might want to pick it up .. its amazing.

lyrics

Starpainters

The myth is neither here nor there
From the air
Just blue lake stains
On green and purified, parceled squares:
A crazy quilt of spearmint,
Of mustard honey tones;
A scuffed-up kitchen floor of tiles
On top of bones
With a big trap door.

Towns down diagonal lines disappear
And drop out of sight
Into the night beyond the national night,
And underneath the grit and glare
Into unfettered nothingness and thin air,
As herds of clouds lazily graze
On thermal sighs of delight.

The Starpainters are taking over now,
Their scaffolding is in its place
Your anesthesiologist tonight
Is washing up and on her way.
Vancouver Divorce
Reference Window

What the hell is this
You said, "it's art, just fuckin' mirror it."
Where did we go wrong?
If not here, where do we belong?
In a shot of sun off an airplane far above her?
In the glint of the foot-burnished manhole cover?
In a light, a sign of one kind or another?
In the gleaming eye of a fighter or a lover?
Sitting here at the Hortons,
So you know this is important.
If not here, then where?
If not now, then when?
When a feather's an immovable force?
When the Stampede's an obstacle course?
When Ancient Train has hit 'Ol Transient Horse
When we're a Vancouver Divorce?


Now that we've hammered the last spike
And we've punched the railroad through
Thought there'd be more to say,
Thought there'd be more to do.
I love your paintings - don't take your colours away.
I've grown more fearful of them every day.
Swimming up their dark rivers to discover your source,
A source of strange and unrequited remorse.
And I found the end of the world, of course,
But it's not the end of the world, of course.
It's just a Vancouver Divorce.
It's just a Vancouver Divorce.
SF Song
Reference Window

I think it was the click-click-clicking of the fingernail clippers.
Or was it the sound of laughter outside?
Or the pad-pad-padding of the chambermaid's slippers
But I'm awake. I'm awake.
"I'm awake and quite aware of checkout time."
Out and down past those stickers
On that chambermaid's cart.
Past the suits with wet hair at the breakfast buffet.
Through the lobby where the Worlds Largest Lemonade Stand
Starts off each day by shooting away a gun with a sign that says,
"I'm saving up for a harmonica one day."
And past the girl in the wheelchair who says,
"It's not mine, I'm just sitting in it for someone."
And just then there's a bus with a Marlboro ad on the back that says,
"Bob, I Miss My Lung." expect it says,
"I Miss My Lung Bob."
It's cause I paraphrase so much,
But I think it was "I Miss My Lung Bob."
You know, I think it was;
I think it was
Trick Rider *

My wild child, your night light's on (My wild child, your night light's on)
You're in your mild depths, (You're in your mild depths)
The moon is on the lawn. (The moon is on the lawn)
Just make your friends (Just make your friends)
While you're still young, (While you're still young)
Before you can't see (Before you can't see)
Through anyone (Through anyone ah, ah, ah, ah)
And if you're trick-riding out in the rain, (In the rain, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Don't expect me to watch
And don't ask me to explain.

I'll be your friend, your last refuge (I'll be your friend, your last refuge)
When things get weird (When things get weird)
And weird breaks huge. (And weird breaks huge)
I'll stroke your hair, (I'll stroke your hair)
I'll dry your cheeks (I'll dry your cheeks)
When failures come (When failures come)
And no one speaks, (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

But if you're on a horse, (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Trick-riding in the mud and rain, (Mud and rain, ah, ah, ah, ah)
You can't expect me to watch
Or ask me to explain.

But if you're on a horse, (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Trick-riding in the mud and rain, (Mud and rain, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Don't make me watch
Don't ask me to explain (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

* Julie Doiron provided backing vocals


Canada Geese

Us middle-aged men just completing
The finishing touches on a dope deal.
It's agreed; we get a small piece
In the middle of a cornfield.
When these Canada geese fly south,
We'll harvest in the dark.
We can talk just to ourselves
Or we can talk just to the stars.
Us Canada geese held a meeting
In the middle of a cornfield.
It's agreed; we leave in a small vees
And meet up again in the real world.
Like middle-aged men smoke dope
And talk just to their cars,
We can talk just to ourselves
Or we can talk just to the stars.

Chancellor
Reference Window

Seconds from pajamas I must first open all the doors
And the windows
And invite the vampire in to be one of us
Then, in the guise of cool air, in the softer hours,
He's there, sitting, talking
In the voice of your mother
About leaving one good party for another
And the night of a thousand missteps
And the loss that made him dogged
Or it could've been the doggedness
That caused the loss in the first place, I guess.
Crazy daisies and wooden stars,
The threat of oxygen on Mars,
Marching armies in the night,
Smiling strangers riding by on bikes.
Children smoking, sloganeers on mics,
Just a few things most vampires don't like.
Before the dawning's first light
I must fire close-up all the doors and the windows
And try to trap that cool air to be one with us.
I'm discovering uses for you I thought I'd never find.
I could've made chancellor without you on my mind.

The Never Ending Present *

This waiting here for a bus is
Almost better than its coming.
Every day it always does
As I daydream or kick some dirt
Or throw a rock or check my watch
Or catch my reflection.
And it barely makes an impression (And it barely makes an impression)
In the never-ending present. (In the never-ending present)
This working from the inside out,
This stepping to the easel,
Is gonna run you into results,
Then there's the materials:
To see beyond your shoes
Reflected in the polish and see some images
Of truth beautifully demolished.
And it barely makes an impression (And it barely makes an impression)
On the never-ending present. (On the never-ending present)

Steel yourself against the cold
Or look for semi-precious shade.
When the bus crests that hill,
Love and hate are just the same.
Watching as the money drops, (Watching as the money drops)
Every day it always does.
Maybe there's a song in here. (Maybe there's a song in here)
No, and in fact, there never was.
Nothing but a little expression (Nothing but a little expression)
From the never ending present. (From the never ending present)
Just me doing my impression (Just me doing my impression)
Of the never-ending present. (Of the never-ending present)

* Steven Drake provided backing vocals

Nothing But Heartache In Your Social Life *
Reference Window

When are you thinking of disappearing?
When are you falling off the map?
When the unknown that you're fearing's
In the clearing?
When your world's gone flat?
When you're waiting fro your life
To be depicted
And feeling estrangement from escape?
When you're packaged up.
Beautifully scripted,
Insulated with electrical tape?
When the famous are getting airborne?
When the evacuation's under way
And not for all the pot in Rosedale
Could you possibly get them to stay?
When a blind eye turns to duty?
When I'm standing there holding the door,
Saying things like "After you - wit before beauty"
And "OK, maybe there's room for just one more?"

When are you thinking of disappearing?
When technology fails, forever changes
And hardcore shadows are gone?
When what the average age rearranges
Is forever certain?
Forever wrong?

When new adventures in electronics
Make signals pleasing to the ear?
When tubes cooking up distortion
Mean the end of suffering is near?
When the podium's sprouting weeds,
Rendered ridiculous by the times?
When people have different needs
And time smiles on disciplined minds?
When you're getting king-sized satisfaction
In the turnstiles of the night
From all the shaky pale transactions
And all the heartache in your social life?
When are you thinking of disappearing?
When there's nothing but heartache in your social life?

* Dale Morningstar provided echoing screams at the end of the song.

Blackflies
Reference Window

So your name wasn't in the listing
Or in the catalogue of lists
Or in the error heavily listing.
Oh how could your name be missed?
See the bull moose
Checking out another's rack.
There's no point in this.
There's no point in getting involved
When the outcome cannot miss.
No tracks in the snow, no laminar flow,
Can show you "where to go"
Or "how to extract just where you're at"
And not "become where you're from."
'Cause you're not quite that isolatable.
And all I'm thinking is,
I hope the blackflies don't carry me away.

Lofty Pines *
Reference Window

It's too hot to sleep. Let's gather 'round the fan. (It's too hot to sleep. Let's gather 'round the fan)
We can't do nothin' 'bout the heat, (We can't do nothin' 'bout the heat)
So let's just do what we can (So let's just do what we can)
And everything'll be just fine. (And everything'll be just fine)
Just dream of the Lofty Pines. (Just dream of the Lofty Pines)
Well, I dreamed of the Lofty Pines. (Well, I dreamed of the Lofty Pines)
At least what I thought they were (At least what I thought they were)
Standing in the forest nighttime, (Standing in the forest nighttime)
Swaying so cool and sure. (Swaying so cool and sure)
Sure had never been so wrong: (Sure had never been so wrong)
Sure, like the title of the perfect song. (Sure, like the title of the perfect song)

Now for the spectacular part. (Now for the spectacular part)
Just then, a pack of matches fell: (Just then, a pack of matches fell)
A logo of a tree in a heart. (A logo of a tree in a heart)
They're from the Lofty Pines Motel. (They're from the Lofty Pines Motel)
All the while our dreams were our own. (All the while our dreams were our own)
All the while that didn't mean all alone. (All the while that didn't mean all alone)

Well, I gave the editor my pitch: (Well, I gave the editor my pitch)
A series on our cultural wealth, (A series on our cultural wealth)
About the "error of catalogues and lists." (About the "error of catalogues and lists.")
I call it "Why We Fight...Ourselves." (I call it "Why We Fight...Ourselves.")
If only we had nothing to say. (If only we had nothing to say)
If only we'd done nothing that day. (If only we'd done nothing that day)

"Je suis née pour la chaleur," she said, ("Je suis née pour la chaleur," she said)
In her Manhattan French. (In her Manhattan French)
"On ne peut rien faire de la chaleur." ("On ne peut rien faire de la chaleur.")
We'll just have to take that chance. (We'll just have to take that chance)
We've got world enough and time, (We've got world enough and time)
Dreaming of the Lofty Pines. (Dreaming of the Lofty Pines)

* Paul Langlois provided backing vocals

Boy Bruised By Butterfly Chase

Someone was laughing at me without shoes
But the grass felt so good and the day was so blue
Must have tripped, I don't know
Do I remember falling away, nothing that I hold on to,
And not being afraid?

Down, down, down
Falling down, down, down
It's like I was born never touching the ground

Someone was crying while I lay in the dirt
I could hear their hearts breakin' but I wasn't even hurt

Down, down, down
Falling, down, down, down
Was like I was born never touching the ground
Ground, ground
Was like I was born never touching the ground

Mystery

Somewhere there's a soccer game.
I can hear the wild crowd moan.
It's not that life here's distasteful to me
It's just that I'm all alone.
I wanted what took a lifetime to learn.
And that determined then
With no more pause than a sigh
Turn and start again.
It's not that it's such a mystery.
I saw it from miles away.
In time I'll only think of you
When I'm buttering my toast
Or in some other reflexive moment
When I expect the least
Or the most.
It's not the most.
It's not that it's such a mystery
It was practically on display.

We've got "world enough and time"
And "wither youth" comes or goes.
I hope you'll always think of me as "mine"
And not one of those.
It's not that it's such a mystery
This new-found malaise.
It's just that this mystery
Has taken your place.

Elaborate

I was talking to Tim.
He said you had a problem
But didn't elaborate.
He was on a streetcar home
Talking on his cell phone
He couldn't elaborate
He said, "The bad news come down."
Triple-screening or the ultra-sound
Didn't look so great
He said he saw you with your guitar
And you were low
He didn't elaborate.
He said, "Just call him, ya know,
because I can't really, ya know, elaborate."

Yer Possessed *
Reference Window

"Go home. I'd be surprised
If you could find it with those eyes."
"Ah, go ahead and get hit by a bus."
It was the look in your eyes
When you said something like
"It's just us." ("It's just us.")

Tears streaming down my cheeks, (Tears streaming down my cheeks)
"Just take me down to Lansdowne Street. ("Just take me down to Lansdowne Street)
Fenway Park? C'mon, it's not like they keep it hid!" (Fenway Park? C'mon, it's not like they keep it hid!")
It was the look in your eyes you said, (It was the look in your eyes you said)
"No one's going to hurt me like you did." ("No one's going to hurt me like you did.")

Rolling Over it a thousand times (Rolling Over it a thousand times)
In the narrow flume of my mind. (In the narrow flume of my mind)
O what I'd give for just one small caress. (O what I'd give for just one small caress)
It was the look in your eyes (It was the look in your eyes)
When you said something like (When you said something like)
"Yer possessed." ("Yer possessed.")
You're possessed. (You're possessed)

*Dave Clark and Paul Langlois provided backing vocals

Every Irrelevance

There's no sound so profound
Can't even be heard
No science or violence
That can't be disturbed.
So just say it, convey it.
Sing out like a bird
If it's a secret, I'll keep it
I give you my word

Even though I know
It don't make any sense
I'm in love with your every irrelevance

Catharsis?
My arse is capable of more flush.
An exposure
Just for "closure" won't accomplish much

And if these loose words, go unheard
What's it matter to us,
Because we're friends
And in essence, it's all about trust.
And all at once
Life's richness and consequence
Was there in your every irrelevance.

Even though I know it don't make any sense,
I'm in love with your every irrelevance

Insomniacs Of The World, Good Night

I can see the line of your brassiere.
I can contemplate it from here.
There's no need for breathlessness
When we're so far apart.
I see us writhing in a phone booth
Or laid back in the dewy grass of our youth
And wishing on the Neverstar
And happy days of electrical smiles
And loving evenings falling down in piles
And not imagining a restlessness
That could keep us apart.
If I could sleep there's a chance I could dream
And reconjure all of these vivid scenes.
O insomniacs of the world, good night.
No more wishing on the Neverstar.


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