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I Wish I Lived In Canada
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I wish I lived in Canada cause everyone I know
From British Columbia to Ontario
Has got this charm within their personality
I wish I lived in Canada, yeah it’s the place for me
I wish I lived in Canada, the stories that they tell
Through their song and poetry, imagination dwells
From guys like Hawksley Workman to bands like Great Big Sea
I wish I lived in Canada, their music is for me
I wish I lived in Canada, I’ll become a connoisseur
Of Nova Scotian donairs and of gravy chips with curd
And bottles of that syrup syphoned from the maple tree
I wish I lived in Canada, it tastes so very sweet
I wish I lived in Canada, that’s where I’ll find my girl
After all these travelling years, she’ll light up my world
In her cutest little accent as we watch the northern lights
She’ll say to me “je t’aime” and we’ll hold each other tight
I wish I lived in Canada where it snows at winter time
We’ll light the fire together and we’ll dream by it at night
We’ll wake in each other’s arms on our white Christmas day
When I find her in Canada that’s where I’ll want to stay
I wish I lived in Canada because when I find my girl
I’ve got this little plan to surely lighten up our world
I’ll take her to the far east coast, a trip to St John’s town
And I’ll hold her while the sun sets and I’ll put one knee on the ground
I wish I lived in Canada cause everyone I know
From British Columbia to Ontario
Has got this charm within their personality
I wish I lived in Canada, yeah it’s the place for me
I wish I lived in Canada, yeah it’s the place for me
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Phrasebook
04:17
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Her hair was as brown as the warm deep bark of the cherry trees
And her eyes, I was stunned by those bold brown eyes, looking at me
She had this almost overwhelming talent where she focused her
Attention right upon me, it was honestly a beautiful encounter
Just like everything and everyone I’d met here on the way
I’d spent the past five days in this new location exploring and soaring up high
To a point I’d forgotten how to reach, it’s been years since I felt this kind of peace, so free from the daily grind
The culture and adventure knocked me head right over heel
This unfamiliarity in a safe receptive field of exotic enchantment, just like her
It’s not the first time life had thrown me into such a dream
It happens fairly regularly but every time I seem to be
Within the reach of something grand it ends
Before I get the chance to place my hands upon it to begin with
So as she was staring at me, forefront in my mind the one thing I was wary of
Was whether it was right to share a tender moment with this girl who sweetly sat beside me at the bar
But it begs that everlasting question, what’s it gonna lead to?
Would a kiss be met with joy or would it ricochet and speed into
A compromising situation I’d end up regretting cause of the goddamn fact that I don’t live here
In the end I took it as another of those unrequited dreams
Cause this girl’s heart was way too sweet to break
And I say hey, I’ve found something good here, but then it comes and hits me
That I’m gonna have to go home
And I say hey, what hope do I have here, just give me a sign here
A sign I’m not alone
Well as I climbed aboard the plane for home I thought upon my week
And I was grateful for what came, despite the slight amount of grief
Cause it’s not every day you find a friend who comforts you and really makes you smile
And I’ll probably always wonder if she felt the same for me
And if we’d grown and flowered like that cherry blossom tree
Now it’s back to normal life
So today I was in a queue in a Sydney postal store
Waiting ever patiently, dreaming of the warmth of her embrace
If only everything had turned the way I’d planned inside my heart
When I noticed there right next to me this pile of little Lonely Planet dictionaries
And one was Japanese and so I picked it up
And the page it opened up on was the romance page
And there I read “aishite imasu” – which means “I love you”
And I say hey, I’ve found something good here, but then it comes and hits me
That I’m gonna have to go home
And I say hey, what hope do I have here, just give me a sign here
A sign I’m not alone
And I say hey, I’ve found something good here, but then it comes and hits me
That I’m gonna have to go, I’m gonna have to go, I’m gonna have to go home
What hope do I have here, just give me a sign here
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Butane
02:42
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We all went out camping, my high school mates and me
A bonfire and some beers and some guitars
And a little gas-fueled cooker on the sandbanks of a creek
A night of teenage fun beneath the stars
Well our mate Kerin, he was known to be a bit unwise
Whenever in the presence of a fire
He’d set himself alight once so it came as no surprise
When he took the can of butane off that fryer
“I tell you what,” said Kerin, “for a bit of fun and games,
Wouldn’t it be awesome if I threw it on the flames?”
“Don’t be a dickhead Kerin, you’ll get us all blown up”
“It’s fine,” he said, “I’ve done this once before!”
We ignored him, he won’t do it, he’s just teasing and he’s drunk
Whatever did he do, you might enquire?
He threw that can of butane on the fire
“Oh shit!” we yelled as we all ducked and covered for relief
Graham ran upstream and Bonnie cried
Chris and Jarred, they were cursing, Brendon hid behind a tree
Wade was just surprised no one had died
But you know what happened? Nothing. Not a fizz or bang or spark
An underwhelming outcome from the can
And then 20 minutes later, before it got too dark
We decided we’d go swim down to the dam
We swam and fished and jumped from trees and joked about some crocs
And we floated in the rapids from the weir’s downstream rocks
The calmness and the peace, that’s what we came here for
The sound of birds returning for the dusk
And the whispering of the breeze as we watch the eagle soar
Then all of a sudden – BANG
Well thankfully we all survived cause we were far from camp
But surely we’d be dead now if we’d stayed
Then at school on Monday morning there were rumours of a man
Who’d tested out a home-made hand grenade
So that’s the tale of Kerin, he’s since left us, RIP
But I’m sure he looks back down on us with joy
For he taught a valued lesson which’ll always stay with me
Whatever did I learn, you might enquire?
Don’t throw cans of butane on the fire
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Dan Schaumann Toronto, Ontario
Acoustic storyteller Dan Schaumann returns with his latest musical release, I Wish I Lived In Canada, available now on all
major streaming platforms.
From lost love to found feet, toppled dreams to open doors, Dan’s attitude to life is as infectious as the songs he draws from it. His artistic creations speak of an extraordinary journey into the experiences of a contemporary traveler.
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