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STEAL ME AWAY TONIGHT
High on the mountain tops
there’s wind that never stops.
Ice is on the lakes —
looking glass that never brakes.
Steal, steal me away tonight,
steal me. The stars are right.
Pull, pull me into the light and
steal me away tonight.
Sometimes the snow melts
and we drop our inner pelts.
And it won’t be long
till we hear that old winter song.
Steal, steal me away tonight,
steal me: the stars are right.
Pull, pull me into the moonlight
and steal me away tonight …
Tonight.
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In my mind
03:39
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IN MY MIND
In my mind
I go to these places
that nobody can find:
I fill empty spaces
between you and I in my mind
in my mind.
And every night
I find all these faces
that nobody can see:
maybe it’s just you —
or maybe it’s just me in my mind
in my mind.
Do you feel it, too?
Do you feel it like I do?
In my mind – in your mind: is our mind.
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3. |
In the fast lane
03:36
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IN THE FAST LANE
Skies are blue in Africa,
with my head high up in the clouds:
no frowns and no ball and chain —
I'm in the slow lane.
Tapping to the beat on a crowded street,
wishing it would never end ...
Time to go back, my friend:
feels like a rug being pulled from under my feet!
I'm in the fast lane. We're in the fast lane!
So, please, let me out, out of this car, out of this car,
and let, let me run into your arms, into your arms!
Oh, please, let me out, out of this car, out of this car,
and let, let me run into your arms, into your arms,
into your arms ...
Skies are blue in Canada,
with my feet burried in the sand,
and with an absolutely zero nervous strain,
yeah – I'm in the slow lane.
And so it goes: the water flows,
like time, like time —
like time that keeps me pushing back!
Well, I'm back in the fast lane. I'm in the fast lane!
Oh, please, let me out, out of this car, out of this car,
and let, let me run into your arms, into your arms!
Oh, please, let me out, out of this car, out of this car,
and let, let me run into your arms, into your arms!
I'm in the fast lane, I'm in the fast lane!
Let me run ... into your arms!
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Secret
03:48
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SECRET
I’ve got a secret. I’ve got a secret
Not to be told to anyone.
Oh what an amazing world it is.
What an amazing world it is
Under your heart.
Sweet simplicity of living:
Viens ici! Regarde notre ange!
Looks just like you and me!
I’ve got a secret, Lord,
I’ve got a secret
Not to be told to anyone.
Oh what an amazing face you’ve got.
Oh what an amazing face you’ve got
Shining so bright.
Sweet simplicity of giving:
Viens ici! Regarde, notre ange
looks just like you and me!
I’ve got a secret,
I’ve got a secret
Not to be told to anyone.
To anyone. No, no.
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5. |
The sunny song
04:04
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THE SUNNY SONG
Sunny songs are all I sing.
Joy I try to bring.
Sunny is the word to say
when the world turns gray.
Don’t hide away …
So I knew this girl once:
She was pushing it so hard
and trying to get everything right,
but she was somehow lost.
And I looked her in the eye
and I knew: Oh my God, girl,
you could really fly! So high!
Shake it down, girl! Yeah!
One-two-three – she’s gonna shake his tree!
So I knew this kid once:
He was trying really hard
to get attention of this girl he really liked,
but he didn’t now what to do,
he’didn’t have a clue …
So I looked him in the eye —
and I saw the heart inside:
Oh, with this heart you can do
whatever you want, boy!
So go get her!
No, don’t hide away …
Four-five-six – is gonna do the tricks!
Seven-eight-nine – everything is gonna be just fine!
Just fine!
Sunny songs are all. I sing
the joy I try to bring …
Sunny is the word to say
when the world turns gray.
When the world turns gray —
No … don’t hide away
when the world turns gray.
When the world turns gray
sunny songs are all I sing.
Joy I try to bring.
Sunny is the word to say
when the world turns gray.
Sunny songs are songs you feel
when your heart is real.
Sunny is the word to say
when you try to hide away.
No, don’t hide away! Hide away!
Sunny is the word. To say,
when the world turns gray,
sunny, is the word to say
when the world turns gray.
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6. |
My soulmate
04:12
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MY SOULMATE
Well, here’s a little story about growing up,
here’s a little story about love!
And the magic of the world and all the light above!
So, tell me, girl, how did we ever get so far?
From dating in the car (and just playing the guitar)
and waiting for our special shooting star.
You are my soulmate —
and if you need time just for yourself
I’m by your side and I sure will wait!
You are my soulmate —
when you feel someone,
when you love someone:
you go and tell ’em straight!
So, tell me, guys, how and when did we ever get so old
that we’re not kids anymore but we still do what we’re told?
Brother, it’s about the gold and how the world is being sold
and how we’re all being controlled and
also about being bold – and breaking the mold!
Now, fellas, don’t get too pessimistic,
’cause it’s time for us to get a little bit more realistic ...
That’s right! Mhm!
Well, the one person you have to find in your life
is the one who really understands you
and loves you and digs your ways
and makes this place a sweet melodic phrase.
You are my soulmate —
and if you need time just for yourself
I’m by your side and I sure will wait!
You are my soulmate —
when you feel someone,
when you love someone:
you go and lift his weight!
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7. |
Snow
04:07
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SNOW
It's a frosty wintry day in all white array,
but a heartful of mistakes makes you want to keep apart
at half way past the start.
Only warmed by palm-clutched flakes and the kids’ laughs and joy:
a life from stills when you were still neither weighted down nor coy,
but a sledding little boy.
And when the snow’s arrived
and draped the slopes in white
and all’s forgiven — then your sight
will again be clear and bright.
Where d’ you linger, love, I dread the cold in my bed;
wish you brought me back the laughs, came tobogganing
down the paths
made by the runners of my sled.
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Somewhen, somewhere
04:56
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SOMEWHEN, SOMEWHERE
There are things
you can only find if you walk ...
and there are folks
who will never balk.
All you need to sight and vie for and fight ...
and all that used to be ... somewhen ...
and is yet to be ... somewhen, somewhere ...
But then again I’m lost for words,
and I can see no trail ...
again I’m short of something,
I don’t quite know what it is ...
I do: it is you!
I know ’t is you!
All I need to sight and vie for and fight,
and all that used to be somewhen
and is yet to be somewhen
somewhere ...
All I need to sight and vie for and fight,
and all that used to be somewhen
and is yet to be somewhen
somewhere ...
Somewhen somewhere, somewhen somewhere,
somewhen somewhere ...
somewhen somewhere.
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9. |
And I miss you again
03:59
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AND I MISS YOU AGAIN
And I crack my window open
to get a glimpse of people on the street.
Luck unkind robs me blind.
And I see those little faces ...
and the street car is trying to break through city noise.
Wind-up toys and broken boys.
So I retreat to where I came from —
to this lonely and forgotten room:
printed mails and photographs lying everywhere,
just chillin’ in the chair ... and my mind goes boom!
And I miss you again,
give and take my love, give and take my love ...
Oh, how I want you, my friend ...
And I miss you again,
since you’ve been gone the world has been such a lonely place;
just lost all its glitter and grace.
So I ask myself the question if my stars were happily aligned,
’cause luck unkind robs me blind,
peace of mind nowhere to be found.
Come back, baby, need you, baby,
’cause the world has been such a lonely place ...
Without all the glitter — and grace:
everything’s gonna be OK.
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I DON'T WANT TO MEET YOU IN HEAVEN
I don’t want to meet you in Heaven,
I want to see you today
down by the 7-ELEVEN
on the corner of Eaton’s and Bay’s,
before I sail away.
And when you come you’ll be wearing
some silly old blue hipster skirt;
we’ll just grab some coffee and donuts
and dig up the jewels and dirt;
and then you’ll take off my plaid shirt.
And we both know our lives are so simple.
And we both know there’s nothing to change.
And we both know there’s nothing to rearange.
So please meet me there in heaven.
In heaven.
I don’t want to meet you tomorrow,
I want to meet you today
a far cry from beg, steal or borrow,
just letting go, come what may;
and maybe I’ll even stay.
And we both know our lives are so simple.
And we both know there’s nothing to change.
And we both know there’s nothing to be ashamed of!
So please meet me there in heaven!
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I'm leaving home
04:48
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I’M LEAVING HOME
I’m leaving home, on an airplane,
I’m leaving home, in the stormy rain,
I’m leaving home, crying out the pain,
I’m leaving home.
Let the engines roar and let the raindrops pour.
And let my thoughts scatter like marbles on this carpet floor.
Let me fly away, let me find back my way,
for there’s no place like home.
Got to be strong, got to reach the dawn —
someday again I’ll belong.
I’m leaving home on an airplane,
I’m leaving home in the stormy rain.
I’m leaving home and crying out the pain:
I’m leaving home.
I’ve got to be strong, I've got to carry on —
someday again I’ll belong. Fly, fly ... fly!
***
»A very good evening from the flight deck, the Captain speaking. We'd like to thank you for flying with us today, in fact, on behalf of our flight attendants – our amazing flight attendants – and pilots (this evening there’s four of us), it is truly a privilege, and an honour really, to bring you home to Canada.«
(Introduction speech by Captain Blair Wiseman, Air Canada’s repatriation flight during the Covid pandemic, March 2020.)
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Headwind
04:27
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HEADWIND
oh headwind blowing loose through my heart
oh headwind where d’ you keep before you start
oh headwind flowing through locks of hair
oh headwind brewing waves to hide in there
oh headwind
clearing death away and bringing new life back
oh headwind
you know that I’m like you like you
not ever off the track ... never off the track
oh headwind
oh headwind texting me her hello and plan
oh headwind go tell her I will stay her man
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THE NIGHT WE RAN AWAY
Well, the night is starry, bright,
and I’m holding you so tight …;
and the world is hushed and white
in a shimmering moonlight.
Oh, darling, please, don’t say:
“Let’s wait another day …”;
please, let it be today
the night we run away.
You know I love you so,
but it’s hard for me to go ...;
I must say to your dismay
that this night we oughtta stay.
I’ve been waiting for so long,
and my love is ever strong …;
baby, we can’t do no wrong
’cus together we belong.
You don’t know how blessed I feel,
and my love for you is real!
So let it be today
the night we run away.
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The power of the Fall
03:27
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THE POWER OF THE FALL
My favorite season’s in the fall,
that's when I come and when I go.
And what it is it leaves behind
I never care to know.
I was given but two hands
so as to build your universe,
and if that is not enough for you,
may I, like dust, disperse.
Dust. Disperse.
The power of the fall.
The vital force of fall.
The power of the fall.
The might and main of fall.
My favorite season’s in the fall.
When sunrays last succeed in coming through,
I know I can, too, know I shall, too,
I will come through.
My favorite season’s in the fall,
it’s when I come and when I go.
Whereinto I get born to be,
and get to be no mo’.
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15. |
Two that are lying
04:31
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TWO THAT ARE LYING
Velvet night
throughout the town ...
you and I
are lying down ...
And time downshifts
a stage or two,
now we’re I
and both are you ...
A couple that’s lying
like two that are lying
next to each other,
loving each other.
Two people lying,
loving and lying,
lovers together
lying together ...
Take a stroll
along my mole.
Beyond too much
I want still more to unroll.
When time shifts down
a stage or three
we are one,
both you and me.
A couple that’s lying
like two that are lying
next to each other,
loving each other.
Two people lying,
loving and lying,
lovers together
lying together.
A couple that’s lying
like two that are lying
lovers together
lying together
next to each other,
loving each other,
two that are ly-ly-lying,
loving and lying.
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LETTERS FROM CANADA
I am sitting at the table with my fountain pen.
And again I’m sealing this writing with a kiss
(those ink letters in rows).
And I have carried “Hello’s” like a bird from coast to coast
to NU posts, word for word —
Oh, yes! That is the inner call I’ve heard.
And don’t matter where I’m roaming,
an’ it don’t matter where I’m going —
jus’ bring to mind that cosy place called home:
letters from Canada,
I write letters from Canada,
oh, letters from Canada,
I write letters from Canada!
I have travelled the World and the Seven Seas ...
And I have flown across forests of green —
in this land where nature wears her crown
(on her dazzling head).
Chimney-red mingles with golden, teal and brown ...
And don’t matter where I’m rolling,
an’ it don’t matter where I’m rowing —
‘cause when I’m far away from home
I get letters from Canada,
I get letters from Canada,
oh, letters from Canada,
I write letters from Canada!
It’s still raining ...
and I’m still writing
letters from Canada,
I get letters from Canada,
oh, letters from Canada,
I write letters from Canada!
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Gal George Gjurin Toronto, Ontario
Gal George Gjurin (November 12, 1978), a professional Canadian & Slovene singer, songwriter, multiinstrumentalist, producer, orchestral composer and a poet. Gjurin writes and records his music predominantly by himself. He has published 17 original albums, always supported by touring. He has presented his music in Canada, Slovenia, USA, France, Austria, Hungary, Slovakia, Croatia, Italy, Germany... ... more
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