The Lonetones - Canaries

Lyrics from Canaries

Here in the South

(Steph Gunnoe)

Here in the south (4X)

I’ve got a big old mouth

Here in the south

I’m movin’, of course,

Goin’ up north (2X)

They’re gonna love me there

Where people get their share

They got the one eye blind

When people speak their mind

The best we can do (4X)

The west coast for you

They got the most for you

They got your antidote

You’ll get your novels wrote

Here in the south (x4)

They’re gonna miss the mouth

Of the wayward ones

Gonna miss the sound

Of the native tongue

Here in the south (4x)

Ain’t gonna shut my mouth

Canaries

(Steph Gunnoe)

You’re magical, you’re magical

But you bring your old man down

If it must be him or me

I’d bring my old man down

They all say he’d be down anyway

And speaking of your mother’s love

It’s forty box cars long

And speaking of your mother’s love

She sings a worried song

Rhythm carry me

Away from the wife of the miner’s minor melody

Rhythm carry me

Away from the wife of the miner’s minor melody

It’s typical, it’s typical

To join the college-bound

It’s typical, it’s typical

For those above the ground

Books carry you away

from the man in the mines

who could not find no words for you

Books carry me away

from the man in the mines

who could not find no words for me

And all the coal dust faeries

I didn’t know they could live so long

And all the sweet canaries

Heard every radio play their song

Another bird has flown (4X)

Heard every radio play their song

Gone Again

(Steph Gunnoe)

Gone again

laughin’ with your cutter friends

Funner than

years with your comedian

And we understand

When you made your plans

Such a brave young man

More fearful then

Busted twice

Raggin’ on your daddy’s vice

Never nice

Slippin’ on your daddy’s ice

And we understand…

Born again

Drag the little kicker in

Calm him down

Make him want to stick around

And we understand…

It’s Alright

(Steph Gunnoe)

All the lonely whistle blowers of the family

Shivering in studios starting to agree

All the rules in rituals that once held them down

In the lies that organize meaning can be found

And we learn in our own day

It’s alright, it’s alright to be

creatures that lose their way

And make it up anyway (repeat chorus)

All the tired rule-abiders of the family

Pull the weight and tow the line, learn to disagree

Oh, their posture is so telling, prices can be dear

And the purpose of rebellion been coming clear

And we learn in our own time

It’s alright, it’s alright to be free

On our own dime

It’s alright, it’s alright to be free (repeat chorus)

Who’s gonna fix her her elixir and settle her down?

Who’ s gonna light his dynamite and spread him around?

Every little body has an ending, see how we run

Every little body’s offended, see how it’s done

And we learn, tho it’s never told

It’s alright, it’s alright to be

creatures growing old (3X)

It’s alright to die

Mohawk

(Steph Gunnoe)

Good girl, good girl

You goin come back, come back

And research yer look

All the years it took

To grow yer hair to yer waist

Hide in place

Research research

Sinner girl, sinner girl

You go and come back, come back

And research yer taste

Mohawk in the face

Poorest people in the states

Mohawks’re fake

Eggwhites, toothpaste

Meet me in a while

Hair care aisle

Shopping for a style

Research research

Aged girls, aged girls

You gonna come back, come back

And research the rules

Rusty rusty tools

Amen

(Sean McCollough)

Far away

What can I say

Been so long

I can’t even write this song

Amen, Amen

40 years

Ain’t so long

We’ve both lived

40 years, 40 years

Amen, Amen

All my dreams

You don’t know

All my dreams

I don’t know

All your dreams

Amen, Amen

It’s alright (8X)

Amen (it’s alright, it’s alright)

Trickle Down

(Steph Gunnoe)

Little children fall in line

Swearing off the taste of childhood wine

Always thirsty growing up

Thought their mama stole their love

Watch your daughters run down from the hills

Raisin babes on fire water still

Little daughter come down from on high

Where the air’s too thin for you and I

Yes, I threw little bricks at the window

When the prices made me mad

Till I learned a little trick

Only that the merchandise is sad

Watching daughters …

And if your spirit’s still around

Everything’s gon trickle down

And if that theory still is sound

Everything’s gonna trickle down

Trickle down

I’ve starred in a million dreams

Oscar-winning only made me mean

How it hurts to be eclipsed

We’re all stars in our apocalypse

Watching daughters …

And if your spirit’s still around

Everything’s gon trickle down

And if that theory still is sound

Everything’s gonna trickle down

Trickle down

Salty Song

(Steph Gunnoe)

Salty salty salty song

Oh, the sweet heart bangs along

Salty salty salty song

Oh, the sweet hearts bang along

All radios they run

On the dirty little drum

We got dirty little drums

Television married me

We birthed the babe, reality

Television married me

We birthed the babe, reality

All plots they run on nerve

And the dirty little curve

I got dirty little curves

Workin workin workin song

Fabrication all day long

Workin workin workin song

Fornication all night long

All factories they run

On the dirty little drum

We got dirty little drums

West Virginia Soundtrack

(Steph Gunnoe)

Yes, I love you but I have no answers

For your minerals and gandy dancers

Burning holes in my walls

Dedicate me to the underdog

I’m a good hillbilly, honey am I really

You say I’m remote but I’ve been a good goat

I’m a good lover, workin with your governor

Pardon his sins – he just wants to fit in

Better off if I’m not around

All your silent women in your walls of sound

Gonna run away, play it back

I been working on your soundtrack

I’m a good hillbilly…

Tough love honey, I don’t want no more

From your veterans of the culture wars

Gonna run away, make a plan

To be a softer woman in a softer land

softer woman in a softer land.

I’m a good hillbilly…

I’ll be your midwife, workin alone

I’ll help you bear what’s never been born

I’ll be your midwife, dark and alone

I’ll help you bear what’s never been born.

Blue Vinyl

(Sean McCollough)

Blue vinyl turns my baby on (2X)

She drives a white torpedo

With blue vinyl seats (2X)

1981 (4X)

I can’t compete with blue vinyl seats

Beatin’ out the blues of our creation

But time is a teaser

So you better believe her

Or she’ll keep twistin’ all our expectations

Blue vinyl…

She drives…

1981…

I can’t compete…

Smart Country People

(Steph Gunnoe)

Smart country people we came from

Made local love with the sun

They slept with ancient attitude

So fuzzy green

Made the silver seem rude to them

Smart country people running late

On innertube interstate

Oh, someone’s coming

Thumb a ride

It looks so bad

looks bad to be denied

Looks so bad to be denied

Smart country places still around

Hidin their healers underground

And when you come, please give a yell

Yeah, raise it up

Antenna’s gonna serve you well