Information/Write-up
Tim Ryan: guitar, lead vocals
Robert Yeomans: guitar, backup vocals
Jeff Layton: dobro, guitar, banjo
John Lissauer: woodwinds, synthesizers
Don Habib: bass
Richard Steinberg: drums
Tom Malone: brass
Randy Bishop: additional background vocals
Erin Dickins: additional background vocals
Laurel Massé: additional background vocals
Bob Segarini: additional background vocals
Don Audet: tapes & hairbrushes
Richard Baker: tapes & hairbrushes
Alan Gerber: tapes & hairbrushes
Jerry Mercer: tapes & hairbrushes
Caroline: tapes & hairbrushes
All songs composed by Tim Ryan, except *composed by Robert Yeomans
Produced by Frazier Mohawk and André Perry
Recording and mixing by Nick Blagona
Cover photo by Serge Blachemin
LYRICS:
SOLD OUT
words and music: Robert Yeomans
Take me to your hometown
There’s somewhere you can show me
(Take a look around you now)
Show me where the lucky grasshoppers
Jump the line
Oh, if I could find
A new direction
If my roots take hold
If my roots take hold I should read
A book or two on tribal history
Try and find a meaning
Try and find a reason
To take a little rest and stay at home
You say I’m sold out
And I’ve already read it
I’ve read it all
I’ve read it all, and you try to lead me
You try to lead me
And you try to lead me on
CHORUS:
Oh, all’s tight
And I can fly high and
I can fly with the wind
And I’ve never been better
I’ve never been better
And the music’s good
I’ve been waiting so long
But the heart is hungry
The music is hungry
And I can’t wait
And I can’t wait
It’ll take a little while to grow older
It’ll take a little while to grow slow
DO IT RIGHT
words and music: Tim Ryan
Lord how the world is changing
Lord how the world has come
Lord how the world revolves in the sun
And nobody really knows it
Lord how the world will fall to pieces
Lord how the world will fall to pieces
If we don’t do it right
Lord how the world will come too soon
Lord how the world will come too soon
Like a baby in a cradle, if he’s not ready
He’ll cry for the mother
And Lord how the children of the rain
Will come dancing
And Lord how the children of the rain
Will come dancing
If we don’t do it right (Repeat)
THE RUNNER
words and music: Tim Ryan
I may be a runner for the devils
Living underground
With a vision on the rise and the lines
From a letter I remember
I remember the words
I remember the words
But it all burns down in the fire
And there’s no way to save it
And there’s no way to save it
You don’t have a choice in the fire
You don’t have a choice
You don’t have a choice in the fire
The only reward is from the choosing
CHORUS:
You may be the last to start singing
You may be the last to start singing
While they chased him by the light
Back to school, backyard of the moon
The next train to nowhere
There’s a town in the road
Where the children trade
Plastic soldiers for soldiers
Before they’re taken in
And the dogs don’t bark
And the horses don’t neigh
And the only sound is the creak of the night
Before the lights went out
Before the lights went out
You can chase a runner over hills
You can chase a runner under
But if he’s a runner for the devils
You’ll be chasing forever
You’ll be chasing forever
He’ll never be free
He’ll never be free
He’ll never be free
Oh the poor runner, why don’t you
leave him alone
D.U.G.
words and music: Robert Yeomans
I’d like to ride on a motorcycle
I’d like to take a stand
You’ve never seen the side that starts peeling
the paint off the land
Life’s not easy I don’t care if it’s
false and illusory
There’s no use
Every road they rollin’ on
Is another lie they rollin’ on
And you can’t get there in the middle of
the night without a gun
And the middle of the night
And the middle of the night
And the middle of the night
You may be the last to start singing
You may be the last to start singing
CHORUS:
I may be a runner for the devils
Living underground
With a vision on the rise and the lines
From a letter I remember
I remember the words
I remember the words
But it all burns down in the fire
And there’s no way to save it
And there’s no way to save it
You don’t have a choice in the fire
The only reward is from the choosing
IN THE NIGHT
words and music: Robert Yeomans
In the night, you want to blame
Somebody else for the dream
But the hands on the clock
And the words on the walls
Say it’s not the same
While you wander in the wasteland
Where the blind man has been passing through
And the street light’s out
And the cats won’t cry
And the wind is still
Which road do I choose
Which road do I choose
Which road do I choose
When I choose
SWEET LEMONS
words and music: Tim Ryan
My little girl
Golden days are sweet
She can turn around and ride a dance
She can come on like a midnight hall queen
She can charm me like a child
CHORUS:
Come on baby
Lemons are pretty nice
Come on baby
You gotta roll the dice
And I’m not so young
I don’t need New York
I don’t need L.A.
I don’t need some trance
CHORUS:
Make me smile
Come on lemons
I’m yours for sunshine
I’m yours for life
Come on lemons
I’m yours for life
I’m yours for life
Come on my heaven, darlin’
You know you’re lookin’ good
I gotta tell ya
I’m yours for sunshine
I’m yours for good
BY NORTHWEST
words and music: Tim Ryan
By Northwest
I stand by myself
I stand by my friends with eyes
So tenderly
By Northwest
She’s like a river that cried
She’s like a hill that could
Never hide
CHORUS:
By Northwest
I hold you like the morning
By Northwest
I take you like a flame
By Northwest
There’s a river in the mountain
And we are the same
By Northwest
I’ll carry you from songs
Written on the trees
From birds who taught you
what’s before
From heartland feelings
once so free
SWEET DECEMBER
words and music: Tim Ryan
Goodbye, Sweet December
Let your leaves fall
Golden in the snow
Goodbye, Sweet December
Let your tears fall
Over hills I know
All God’s children will be dreaming
All God’s children will be dreaming
All God’s children will be dreaming
CHORUS:
If I didn’t have you
I wouldn’t come at all
If I didn’t have you
I wouldn’t come at all
NIGHT RIDE
words and music: Robert Yeomans
Driver doesn’t yield in the cold
Says there’s no time
To waste
Says there’s no time
To be late
Says there’s no time
Says “Look! This is St. Marie”
Says “This is not a holiday”
Says “This is your ride”
Says “This is your way”
Says “This is no time to fall asleep”
Says “This is no time to fall asleep”
Says “This is no time”
CHORUS:
It’s just a sign, a simple sign
It’s a word like apple pie
But I’ve heard it
In my time
I’ve seen it
In the words
In the words
The words
I’ve seen it
It’s all the same
It’s all the same
It’s just a word
A word like apple pie
And I’ve heard it
I’ve heard it in my time
GREAT NORTHERN ROAD
words and music: Tim Ryan
Here’s a rifle for a loaded dream
There’s a suitcase packed with pain
There’s a bus that leaves
with all my belongings
And I can’t remember
what I came here for
There’s a cold December morning
There’s a sky that never ends
Out on this Great Northern Road
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