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Remembrance day. By: Graeme Kerr ©. |
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I remember that night, Vancouver November 11 th. The Town Pump My brother had fallen in a far off city But you came and lifted my spirit with rock’n’roll passion Your Fife patter carried me back home From this big country, back to my wee country You talked about war, peace and forgiveness Captured Canuck hearts with Neil Young, hey hey my my The shining Fender strat worked its magic That guitar was the expression of you Celtic, electric, chiming emotions A house of blues with a punk rebel heart sassanach clowns came to mock you soon they drowned in the sound of the flowing amps like a highland burn, pure, clear and full You embraced the native spirit heartland Woken by nightmares of the American dream Troubled and shaken and taken too soon Why did your show end, in a faraway town? Now you’re rockin in the next world Back < |
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