Just the other day

Just the Other Day (M. McDonald)



You could hardly call it sublime, but it was a pretty good time

She was resplendent in her fashion, although she lacked that certain passion

And I was such a keener for the lifestyle that had weaned her

It was such a different scene, and we tried to grow up mean



And I met her in Alberta but I never uttered a word of

The feelings that I had even when I felt real bad

Cuz things were so contrary teenage years are scary

Experience was nil and I see her still



In the bars and the libraries and the wars and bowls of cherries

And the poetry of ages and the rosemaries and the sages

And the wheat and wind and dirges, through the prairies and the urges

And the clumsiness of youth and the wisdom of the truth



And I was thinking just the other day

Was it fun, was it dumb, was it right?

Guess I'll get a case of beer looks like I'm gonna be up all night



It was neat and almost forgotten quite like Johnny Rotten

All the punkers drank their fill and they puked on the windowsill

Of a blurry unwritten future while splitting all the sutures

Of a past tattooed with pain impossible to explain



And it took about forty full moons and a hundred thousand sad tunes

And a million barricades and a bad version of purple haze

To lift the rusty visor of the jaded knight inside her

So she could see the starting gun and then her life went on the run



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I tried to stay behind her but the slipstream was a sidewinder

And I tripped on an ideal and my heart burned and peeled

So I collected my resources and I ate about seven courses

Of a dozen bad mistakes served on silver plates



And she lived happily ever after and I got lost in the laughter

Emitted by the stream of an adolescent dream

And I wound up in the alley where the broken hearts would rally

Against a world of hurt although we ate it for desert



And so I lost her in Alberta and since then I never heard of

Her vision or her light or her blindness or her night

Me I'm parallel with danger now that she's become a stranger

I gotta laugh when it hits the surface... thank God the past can't find a purchase....



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