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This video contains my second favorite songwriter of all time complimenting my favorite. What a moment.

You are sleeping off your demons When I come home Spittle bubbling on your lips Fine white foam I am young and I am good It's a hot southern California day If I wake you up, there will be hell to pay And alone in my room I am the last of a lost civilization And I vanish into the dark And rise above my station Rise, rise above my station But I do wake you up, and when I do You blaze down the hall and you scream I'm in my room with the headphones on Deep in the dream chamber And then I'm awake and I'm guarding my face Hoping you don't break my stereo Because it's the one thing that I couldn't live without And so I think about that and then I sorta blackout Held under these smothering waves By your strong and thick veined hand But one of these days, I'm going to wriggle up on dry land

COLD white moon shine Down on Colorado Hide my dirty secrets Down here in the shadows Where the quaking aspens Tremble in the snow PULL me up ABOVE THE RAFTERS RAISE me high and let me go Let me fall DOWN through my own roof like a meteorite Let the world and all its wonders leave me to my toys tonight And my ninety-six inch Television screen Let me die, let me die Surrounded by machines High winds knocked the power out last night But I've got my own supply here All my windows FILL with light And the light FLOODS through the windows To the OPEN plain below Finds nothing but some trees And six fresh feet of snow And I find a broadcast station that's signed off for the night And the static floods the speakers in glorious black and white On my ninety-six inch Television screen Let me die, let me die Surrounded by machines

Note: Song starts at 1:53

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The men came here to get your Belgian things They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar There's guys in biohazard suits Mud caking on their rubber boots They've come to keep your pretty things from danger The men came here to get your Belgian things They'll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs I shot a roll of thirty-two exposures My camera groans beneath the weight it bears I can see you in my sleep Playing the points for all you're worth Walking gingerly across the bruised earth The men came here to get your Belgian things They waltzed right through the door and went fluorescent Their boots were black and shiny all your treasures gleamed like stars Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent The arteries are clogging in the mainframe There's too much information in the pipes I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom A tiger's never gonna change its stripes I guess I guess but Jesus what a mess One way in and no way out The men came here to get your Belgian things And I alone was here to see them do it I wish you had a number where you are It's hard with no one here to help me through it But I can see you in my sleep Playing the points for all you're worth Walking gingerly across the bruised earth

we took a weekend, drove to Provo, the snow was white and fluffy. but a weekend in Utah won't fix what's wrong with us; the gray sky was cruel and real cryptic above me. I wanted you to love me like you used to do. we took a cruise to the Bahamas, went out dancing every night. tried to fight the creeping sense of dread with temporal things; most of the time I guess it felt alright. but I wanted you to love me like you used to do. but you cannot run, and I can't hide, from the wreck we've made of our house, from the mess inside. we went down to New Orleans, one weekend in the spring. looked everywhere to try to find the thing we'd lost; it was painful to admit it, but we couldn't find a thing. I wanted you just to love me like you used to do. we went to New York City in September, took the train out of Manhattan to the Grand Army stop. found that bench we'd sat together on a thousand years ago where I felt such love for you I thought my heart was gonna pop. I wanted you to just to love me like you used to do. but you cannot run. and I can't hide. from the wreck we've made of our house. from the mess inside.

I leave the house as soon as it gets light outside Like a prisoner breaking out of jail And I steal down to business fifteen-five-oh-one Like I had a bounty hunter on my tail And somebody stops to pick me up But he drops me off just down the block And along the highway where the empty spirits breed Wild sage growing in the weeds Walked down the soft shoulder and I count my steps Headed vaguely eastward, sun in my eyes And I lose my footing and I skin my hands breaking my fall And I laugh to myself and look up at the skies And then I think I hear angels in my ears Like marbles being thrown against a mirror And along the highway where unlucky stray dogs bleed Wild sage growing in the weeds And some days I don't miss my family And some days I do Some days I think I'd feel better if I tried harder Most days I know it's not true I lay down right where I fell, cold grass in my face And I hear the traffic like the rhythm of the tides And I stare at the scrape on the heel of my hand 'Til it doesn't sting so much and until the blood's dried And when somebody asks if I'm ok I don't know what to say And along the highway From cast-off innumerable seeds Wild sage growing in the weeds

Switched on the radio this morning And heard about the local savings and loan How they went under Took with them everything I own That's alright It doesn't make me nervous But I can see the clouds gathering in the distance And every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven Yeah every time it rains, I'm a rich man Yeah every time it rains, I'm indescribably wealthy Yeah every time it rains, gold coins spill from the heavens straight into my hands Many have said the devil was coming I looked down at the sidewalk through the window Three inches of water running I looked up at the clouds and everything looked great The Financial News Network talked about the prime lending rate That's alright I'm safe and warm Just over there you know, near South Ontario I can see the signals of a tropical storm And every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven Yeah every time it rains, I'm a rich man Yeah every time it rains, I'm indescribably wealthy Every time it rains, blank checks fall from the heavens straight into my hands Many have said that the devil was coming I looked down at the sidewalk through the window Three inches of water running

Cheap drapes frame the windows, no one speaks his mind Buckling asphalt up ahead, smoking wreck behind Stock footage of a ballroom nearly flooded with champagne We're lost in the desert and it's never going to rain Every time in this house someone opens up his mouth All his hopes and dreams begin their dizzy journey south When the pipes began to freeze we turned on all the taps Tearing a good thing to pieces, bickering over the scraps Fried clams from the diner, diesel on the wind Gorge ourselves on caviar when the boat comes in Wait for someone neutral to reckon up the score Grease on the walls of the kitchen, dried blood on the living room floor You there in your nightgown, head all full of dreams All the things we'd sewn together splitting at the seams Try to cauterize the wound, just get nowhere fast Holding each other for dear life, shielding ourselves from the blast

amazing

This song is amazing! The funny thing is, I first heard it in the car on the way to a birthday dinner in Toronto where a car was stalled in the left hand turn lane. I feel like one could substitute any city in Canada 😂. Such a beautiful lyrical journey that encapsulates life. ❤ btw- visited Winnipeg in fall of 2022. I LOVE Winnipeg.

Man I've been listening to this bootleg for years, had no idea this was on UA-cam. Thanks for this.

Love it as always … also I’d hate to be any of the rest haven to follow up Alan Doyle on this acoustic panel

Fabulous vocal, Chris!

love how he can just fuckin. bust this one out at a moment's notice.

where is the rest of this video?

I get why people might hate the laughing, but I think it's a good exploration of what this song is. Because idk about you guys, but initially this song did elicit a smile when I first heard it. I understand why people laugh when he first says "I hate Winnipeg". And the self-deprecating line about how the Jets were lousy anyway is just a funny, jokey line. Where the song shines is that repetition of "I hate Winnipeg". John Darnielle sums it up so well - it's like a skeleton of a feeling at the start, but by the end it's a walking, breathing human being. And if you listen to the crowd, they only laugh at that first instance. By the end, the video is deadly silent and the applause at the end is huge. They're a little goofy during John K's pre-amble, but they're on a boat watching some performers and having a good time. I don't fault them for that. All that to say, I think this video is perfect as it is and I vibe on the crowd as much as I do on the performance.

God I love him

Unbelievable

What a classic 🇨🇦 tune

Wow he puts so much emotion/heart/soul whatever you want to call it into this song.

Alan Doyle should be takin' some songwriting lessons here. Where's his notepad?!

I demand the lone dislike vote reconsider

Mr. John "I-like-to-write-songs-about-people-who-need-to-get-a-divorce" Darnielle, folks.

I love, love, love how much John D is digging this.

Anyone comment on other than john darnielle who everyone is one the panel?

That note is fucken ridiculous

What an amazingly beautiful song!!!!!!!!!

One of my favourite Murphman songs.

I like how great big sea and barenaked ladies let you do your thing...much respect

Is it just me or this that audience laughing annoying AF?

I think everyone else was like shit we cant top that

Wrong

Anyway, here's Going to Georgia

That must have been an awesome thing to go to if they were talking about songwriting. John is severely underated when it comes to his style.

John Wurster doing work on this track.

Yeah, they're gonna back out alright. Gimme a break. It's Vanderslice, the man with an amazing studio who loves to produce, and Darnielle, the man addicted to recording. Great project.

Canadian music legends sharing the stage.

Therec are bowyer's blogs !

The man is a treasure.

Is there anyone in music-or in any field for that matter-who banters better than John Darnielle?

Imagine being in this room omg

Still love this song, brings back lots of memories

Did anyone else notice how angry that girl looked

❤️❤️❤️

Magic. Love this.

Loved the performance of the last line in the song. Really made the whole thing pop.

In pure catchiness, I put this song up there with "Brandy" by Looking Glass. Great lyrics.