Lyrics:
Time Pieces For Guitar

a pigeon wing You can't write if you can't relate Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a

a pigeon wing You can't write if you can't relate Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate And my time is a piece of wax, falling on a termite

I fancy the hip rock 'n' roll scenester I wanna be fucked and then rolled over 'Cause I'm an independent woman of the 21st century No time for knits,

don't wanna wear it out We just wanna li'l piece, you know what I'm sayin'? We ain't goin' loopy, we're goin' freaky We gonna funk it, track for track

Just a little bit south of Saskatoon Pick my guitar for board and room Met a little girl, her name was June A little bit south of Saskatoon Me and Junny

him my pa, and he called me his son And I came away with a different point of view And I think about him, now and then Every time I try and every time

Makin' music on my guitar Got the same old story At them all night piers "There ain't no room around here for a guitar man We don't need a guitar man

his guitar. He would never know that I'm in pain, Waiting for a song that he can't play. I was confident the night we met, The moment was so strong. Like a piece

everybody who kept up the faith during all that time, and after all, those rumours are untrue. Schwichtenberg: -------------- The best thing for the fans, for