Here’s to the Fools

Here’s to the fools who work upon the street
Who conjure up a treat for all the passers by
Here’s to the fools with a vigor and a style
Who can wake the tired soul

Here’s to the fools with an arsenal of ways
To brighten up the days of everyone they see
And here’s to the fools with a simple turn of phrase
Who can show what fools we mortals be

Many the costume common the crown
Song or scene or story
Many the country , common the ground
Of fools in all their glory

Here’s to the fools who juggle all the rules
Who seem to take you to another time and place
Here’s to the fools who entertain the fools
Who have left another place behind

And here’s to the fools who are of better stock
Than all the useless rock you put their name upon
We are the fold ,who are as good as gold
When we bring you to your laughter


Many the costume common the crown
Song or scene or story
Many the country , common the ground
Of fools in all their glory
Of fools in all their glory

Ross Douglas SOCAN

Kokanee Canary Canoe

Hey don’t you brood if your mood is a sourin
Come to the Bowron it’s waitng for you
There neath the moon you will soon stop your glowerin
I’ll take you out in my Kokanee Canary Canoe

There in the night if the bugs start to bite
We’ll just think bout the birds and the bees
There on the lake we’ll partake of the woo
When I’m with you in my Kokanee Canary Canoe

Far from the hustle and bustle we’ll glide away
Into the evening out under the stars
We’ll find the dance of romance in our hideaway
Soon very soon very soon

Just you and I and the deep purple sky
As we ponder the wonders of love
Ah it will seem like a dream has come true
When I’m with you in my Kokanee Canary Canoe

We can skedaddle and paddle and ooo!
Plenty of things in my Kokanee Canary Canoe



Words and music- Ross Douglas - SOCAN

LOVE


IF LOVE IS NOTHING BUT A TINY RIPPLE IN THE DEEPEST PART OF THE SEA

I WANNA BE A PEBBLE SITTIN ON THE SHORE LET IT WASH ALL OVER ME

IF LOVE IS BIRD ON A BENDED WING HEADING OFF TO A DISTANT SHORE

I WANNA BE THE WIND IN THE EMPTY SKY AND A FEEL YOU JUST ONCE MORE

Chorus
LOVE - MAKING THE SWEET BIRDS SING

LOVE - IT’S BIGGER THAN ANYTHING

LOVE - LIKE A RIVER IT WILL RUN

LOVE - THERE’S PLENTY FOR EVERYONE


IT‘S THE SWEET CARESS OF A COOLING BREEZE
AT THE END OF A LONG HOT DAY
THE GENTLE WARMTH OF THE MORNIN SUN
AS IT MELTS THE NIGHT AWAY
IT’S A RAINBOW SITTIN ON A MOUNTAIN TOP COME A SHININ THRU THE RAIN
AND THE EVERY THOUGHT THAT I HAVE OF YOU
WHEN I TASTE YOUR LIPS AGAIN


LOVE ETC.


IT’S IN THE SOUND OF A KINDLY WORD TO A SAD AND TROUBLED MIND

IN THE TOUCH OF A TINY HAND WHEN A FRIEND IS HARD TO FIND

IN THE WISH OF A BETTER TIME FOR ANYONE YOU KNOW

THERE’S A TINY SPARK THAT CAN FIND THE MARK AND SET YOU ALL AGLOW


CHORUS

OH THIS IS LOVE


Words and music Ross

Town for Tired People

A tiny outpost near the oilfields in a land of skinny trees
Just far enough away from where you want to find yourself tomorrow.
There’s satellite tv in all the tiny motel rooms
Cuz if you’re there there’s nothing else to do
It’s a place to lay your head
When you’re very nearly dead
It’s a town for tired people passing through

It doesn’t have the sights or history of a final destination
But it ‘s got what you need if you’ve been on the road since sometime yesterday.
It’s a mindless change of scene from the places you are in between
It knows you well and sees just what to do
There’s quick or hearty fare
And minor car repair
In a town for tired people passing through.

Very few will ask about the giant hockey stick
that stands beside the Cozy Inn motel
There’s a kid whose family lives just down the way
Who’s playin up there in the NHL
And it’s a point of pride
And there’s a big parade
First Sunday in July
That for at least one hour will block the highway.

They make their living from the wired and weary drivers
Who aren’t there long enough to say goodbye
So there’s a billboard as you’re heading out of town
Saying Thank You – For Deciding Not to Fly

There’s a local hockey team –they call themselves the Ramblers
They drive to play in other little towns and other towns drive here as well
And the story is the same = arenas packed for every game
And there’s something that the visitors all know
Where they’re from and where they are
There’s a motel with a bar
With breakfast anytime and coffee that’s a crime
And gasoline to sell to dozy clientele
They’ve worked in one or two cuz hey that’s what ya do
In a town for tired people passing through

Ross Douglas SOCAN

WELLS

It took a while to know the fellas in the mine
The ones who lied to get the job - the ones who’ve done some time
But the bunch of us got lucky and I know
There’s no other place I’d rather be with no where else to go

Wells where my future’s in the ground
And when I chance to look around there’s more and more to meet the eye
Wells I feel your attributes take hold
Just like the gold that’s in this mountain and the silver that’s shining in the sky

A lot of us have gotten pretty sly
But if Freddie see’s us smokin we can kiss this job goodbye
And the bunch of us we wanna stick around
Cuz we’ve got money in our pockets and we’re tearing up the town

Wells where you get bitten head to toe
And then it’s 42 below until you think you’re gonna die
But Wells you have attained a certain glow
Just like the gold that’s in this mountain and the silver that’s shining in the sky

Freddie’s little town we keep diggin it keeps growin
Bugs keep bitin it keeps snowin and the seasons canter by
There’s money rollin round we keep workin we keep drinkin
But a lot of us keep thinkin there’s one thing in short supply
Girls we need girls like the ones in all our pictures
Oh the thought of that is sweeter that the stuff on Freddies pancakes
Girls we need girls yeah we’re rough but we’ve been readied
To be steadied by some ladies with their lips as soft as snowflakes

I turned 33 a week ago today
It’ll take til I am 35 to wash this dirt away
But I’d rather be a miner with a smell
Than some disinfected hobo beggin nickels in Quesnel

Wells while there’s a living to be made
I’m here til every vein is dried up and there’s nothing left to buy
Wells may you be thankfully repaid
For all the gold that’s in your mountain and the silver
That shines like the eyes of a really really really really pretty girl up in the sky

WORDS AND MUSIC Ross Douglas SOCAN