soundtrack of my life

by Keiran Keiran

Oct

rear view mirror

Well they crucified Jesus, they crucified King,
Crucified John F. Kennedy
Peace and change have always met with violent opposition
And minds filled up with mediocrity
Well the road must be paved, and the road must be straight
If the world is to continue to travel
Thank God for those who gave us their lives
So we could spread a lil gravel

Woah-woah here it comes
Yeah-yeah, we’re all circling towards the sun
Yeah-yeah, hear the trumpet blast
Why don’t you look in the rear view mirror my friend
Someone’s coming up fast

Well they say a rich man into the kingdom of Heaven
Is like a camel through the eye of a needle.
And I see some preacher jump around on TV
Making more money than the Beatles.
And there are these people out there, man
That ain’t got a dime
But they give this man everything that they make.
I ain’t saying there’s anything wrong with giving,
Just be careful what you take.

Woah-woah here it comes
Yeah-yeah, we’re all circling towards the sun
Yeah-yeah, hear the trumpet blast
Why don’t you look in the rear view mirror my friend
Someone’s coming up fast

Why don’t you look in your rear view mirror my friend
Someone’s coming up fast

(Hidden track at end of “Mr. Devil”)

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by Keiran Keiran

Oct

canadian man

Canadian man at your service
From the land of the chill
If I can’t warm you, baby, nobody will
A genuine Canadian man

Strong and free
That’s the True North
And baby, that’s me
I’ll salute you as long as need be
A genuine Canadian man

Well, it’s hush-hush while I mush-mush
My dog sled made for two
It’s cold outside
But, ooh, what a ride
To the warmth of my igloo

Warm and dry,
We’ll be sipping on cola and rye
Then I’ll bake you an Eskimo pie
A genuine Canadian man

Well, we’ll ride and glide over the Great Divide
On my ’95 Ski-Doo
Sweet honey-child it’s the call of the wild
When I’m callin’ you

Canadian man
That’s me, the ice breaker supreme
Forget your “American dream”
And wake up to Canadian man
Wake up to Canadian man
Wake up to Canadian man

Ahh, won’t you slide on over here?
Give me a little bit of that maple sugar
I’ll be your Canadian man

Genuine Canadian man

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by Keiran Keiran

Aug

speakers

The studio’s dark, got the candles on
I’m trying to write words to the perfect song
But nothing will rhyme, nothing sounds right
Now you’re gone

It’s raining outside so you can’t be far
You’re probably still soaked sitting in your car
Trying to make sense of all that we said
But you can’t

And the words comin’ out of the speakers
Are the only way I’ve got left to reach ya
My soul plays the keys and my heart plays the drums
I need you to hear me so turn the radio on
Now I’m tryin’ and I’m dyin’ to see ya
I know I hurt ya but I really didn’t mean ta
Got my pain on the mic, layin’ it all out tonight
I’ll do it again and again till I get it right

Turn em up, turn up the speakers
Turn em up, turn up the speakers
Turn em up, turn up the speakers
Turn em up, turn up the speakers

Keys in the lock, now you’re probably home
Walking through the door, taking off your clothes
I turn up the sound hoping somehow
I’ll reach you

But I know that I can’t so I dial your phone
I don’t leave a message, I just play the song
And hope that you hear, I hope that it’s clear
As soon as you hold it up up to your ear

Cause the words comin’ out of the speakers
Are the only way I’ve got left to reach ya
My soul plays the keys and my heart plays the drums
I need you to hear me so turn the radio on
Now I’m tryin’ and I’m dyin’ to see ya
I know I hurt ya but I really didn’t mean ta
Got my pain on the mic, layin’ it all out tonight
I’ll do it again and again till I get it right

Turn em up, turn up the speakers
Turn em up, turn up the speakers
Turn em up, turn up the speakers
Turn em up, turn up the speakers

And I wanna wrap these words around you
Cause I’ll do whatever it takes for this song to find you

Turn em up, turn up the speakers
Turn em up, turn up the speakers
Turn em up, turn up the speakers
Turn em up, turn up the speakers

The studio’s dark, got the candles on
I’m trying to write words to the perfect song
But nothing will rhyme, nothing sounds right
Now you’re gone

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