Well into the Night

Well into the Night – From Battle of the Nudes
By Gordon Downie

I saw you running with your friends
I called your name too loud- “come back”
so many times that it might have been embarrassing
if you hadn’t come walking back

Here’s where I shook you by the shoulders
shoved you up against a truck- ‘what’s up’
It was a picture of someone getting older
and of someone growing up
someone growing up

It was like you were in disguise
you were so nonchalant- ‘come on’
as though your well half-lidded eyes said,
‘What the hell do you want?’

well I must’ve said something
for you to feel I was alright- ‘alright’
we had a great conversation
that went on well into the night
went on well into the night

SF SONG

CHANCELLOR

SF Song – From Coke Machine Glow
By Gordon Downie

Think it was the click-click-clicking of the fingernail clippers.
Or was it the sound of laughter outside?
Or the pad-pad-padding of the chambermaid’s slippers
But I’m awake. I’m awake.
“I’m awake and quite aware of checkout time.”

Out and down past those stickers
On that chambermaid’s cart.
Past the suits with wet hair at the breakfast buffet.
Through the lobby where the Worlds Largest Lemonade Stand
Starts off each day by shooting away a gun with a sign that says,
“I’m saving up for a harmonica one day.”
And past the girl in the wheelchair who says,
“It’s not mine, I’m just sitting in it for someone.”
And just then there’s a bus with a Marlboro ad on the back that says,
“Bob, I Miss My Lung.” except it says,
“I Miss My Lung Bob.”
It’s cause I paraphrase so much,
But I think it was “I Miss My Lung Bob.”
You know, I think it was;
I think it was.