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magazine / jf06
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January/February 2006 issue |
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Lyrical landscapes (page 2)
Our readers and editors band together to list the most memorable geographic lyrics of the past half century.
To add your own favourite songs to the list, please visit CG Chart Toppers survey.
“Farewell to Nova Scotia”
Tommy Makem (traditional),
From the Archives, 1995
The sun was setting in the west / The birds were
singing on every tree / All nature seemed inclined
for to rest / But still there was no rest for me /
Farewell to Nova Scotia, you seabound coast / Let
your mountains dark and dreary be / For when I
am far away on the brimy ocean tossed / Will you
ever heave a sigh or a wish for me?
“At the Hundredth
Meridian”
The Tragically Hip, Fully Completely, 1992
If I die of vanity, promise me, promise me /
That if they bury me some place I don’t want to
be / You’ll dig me up and transport me,
unceremoniously / Away from the swollen citybreeze,
garbage-bag trees / Whispers of disease
and the acts of enormity / And lower me slowly,
sadly and properly / Get Ry Cooder to sing my
eulogy / At the hundredth meridian where the
Great Plains begin
“Ferryland Sealer”
Great Big Sea, Turn, 1999
We are now off Cape Spear and in sight of Cape
Broyle / We will dance, sing, carouse, my boys,
in just a little while / We will soon enjoy the
charms of our sweethearts and friends / But it
will not be long before we’re down to the bend
“Four Strong Winds”
Ian and Sylvia Tyson (Ian Tyson),
Four Strong Winds, 1963
Think I’ll go out to Alberta / Weather’s good
there in the fall / Got some friends that I can go
to workin’ for / Still I wish you’d change your
mind / If I asked you one more time / But we’ve
been through that a hundred times or more
“Blue Canadian
Rockies”
The Byrds (C. Walker),
Sweetheart of the Rodeo, 1968
In the blue Canadian Rockies / Spring is silent
through the trees / And the golden poppies are
blooming / ‘Round the banks of Lake Louise
“Hard Road”
Sam Roberts, We Were Born In A Flame, 2003
You try to find a love that’ll see you through
your darkest days / And her soft brown hair is as
long as the Canadian highway / And the sun
dies until it’s reborn / But there’s no road that
ain’t a hard road to travel on
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