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Hold On To My Heart
05:07
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They shipped us out in the spring of '83
Sent off to fight with some unseen enemy
This land is not my home, but the pay is fine
"Come back in one piece", they said, and this land will be mine
So hold on, hold on, hold on to my heart
I'll be back for it someday
Hold on, hold on, hold on to my heart
I'll be back for it someday
Don't cry for me, 'cause your tears will be wasted
I wont kiss you goodbye so I won't remember how it tasted
I had a dream where I was awash in blood
From all of the hearts I'd pierced and the throats I'd cut
Bodies lined up along the coast as far as I could see
As I wandered closer, all the corpses looked like me
So hold on, hold on, hold on to my heart
I'll be back for it someday
Hold on, hold on, hold on to my heart
I'll be back for it someday
Don't cry for me, 'cause your tears will be wasted
I wont kiss you goodbye so I won't remember how it tasted
There's something sinister waiting in those trees
Something frightens me: I go weak at the knees
The sound of a musket shot and I hit the ground
All these years of fighting and this is how I go down?
So hold on, hold on, hold on to my heart
I'll be back for it someday
Hold on, hold on, hold on to my heart
I'll be back for it someday
Don't cry for me, 'cause your tears will be wasted
I wont kiss you goodbye so I won't remember how it tasted...
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Closing Time
05:20
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My heart is like some kind of boozy café
Were the patrons hide whiskey in jacket side pockets
It's worn out and used up, and at four in the morning
The owner should pack it up and call it a night
My heart is a refuge for junkies and bloody booze-hounds
When they're too drunk to stay in the bars
It's a second-rate tavern with speak-easy tendencies
Give the waiter a dollar and he'll slip you a gin
So if you want another shot of bourbon
If you want just one for the road
Better make it a double and then be on your way
It's closing time now at the Lovesick Café
My heart is a place where the counter is stained
With a hundred or so black cigarette burns
The upholstery is lifting and the windows are greasy
But nobody ever complains
'Cause the sort of people that frequent this café
Are not looking out, nor looking ahead
They're watching the Yankees on the ten inch TV
A conversation piece to distract them from me
So if you want another shot of bourbon
If you want just one for the road
Better make it a double and then be on your way
It's closing time now at the lovesick cafe
But the hour is late and the coffee is stale
And the regulars doze at the counter
He switches the sign and cleans off the tables
While the owner counts his take at the register
So if you want another shot of bourbon
If you want just one for the road
Better make it a double and then be on your way
It's closing time now at the Lovesick Café
It's closing time now at the Lovesick Café...
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Kyle Trimper Halifax, Nova Scotia
Born and raised in Bear River, Nova Scotia, Kyle Trimper has been performing and writing songs since age
six.
Kyle’s influences are varied, ranging from Nova Scotia traditional folk, to pop, rock, jazz, classical, synthpop and avant-garde music.
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