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Hockey

Jane Siberry

Bound by the Beauty

1989

Break away break away break away break away

This stick was signed by jean belliveau so don't fucking tell me where
To fucking go
On Sunday afternoon

It was Sunday morning when you told me
we were at our, little place
sittin at a nook in the corner
I could tell by the expression on, your face

Hook:
(All I Need)
To tell the truth is a summer sunday night 
Riding round with the top down 
(All I Need)
A girl to ride for me
Keep em live for me

The Long One

The Beatles

Abbey Road

1969

spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoon

Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone

I'm on my Sunday drive, I still find the time
To write a rhyme so fly, Let me slide on by
I've got the vibe on 9 plus 1 times 5
Let me break it down

MONDAY IT'S NOT YOUR MOM'S DAY, SON
MONDAY TELL ME WHY I DON'T LIKE
MONDAY MAYBE YOU DON'T KNOW THIS SONG
TUESDAY I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY, MAN
TUESDAY

Tell the Ledger-Star
The prodigal son-of-a-bitch
Is comin’ round

Leave my blue suede shoes by the door
Break ‘em in and then ask forgiveness 
Come

your socks, let it rain till dawn
I can drop you by, let me know the time
I’m a kid you’ll love rather call me mine
I don’t need a cheesy fill up for

Well, it doesn't matter.  Will you go and tell your
master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here.
GUARD #1:  Listen, in order to maintain

Know I fell in love with guns by the age of thirteen
And my pocket rocket on me, homie don't reach
Fuck dyin' in my Cuban link (yeah) 
I'm livin' in

the fuck from me
Young dummies, uh, realest
Richest nigga in my town
Yeah, if you ain't come with your
Pistol then get from 'round here
Cause I'm the ref

im hot as hell
When I spit see a fire leak
Cant fuck with me you niggas high as hell
Monday to Sunday you week

Let me tell ya how I feel
Fuck a record

gangsta roll
We nuh roll without we gun dem
From Monday to Summer Sunday
We nuh mek talk, a duppy we mek
And if a pussy try a
Ting we have di intratech, yuh

then. Eh? What do you mean,
stop pissing in the corner? Well if you'd let me out of this f'king room I wouldn't have to piss in the corner,
would I?

two dice
Tell me the world ends well
I guess we got tonight
Dance on my own grave this
Ground is now sacred the art
Well it takes time my hands
Well

Catch me on the dance flo'
Catch me on the dance flo'
Catch me on the dance flo'
She kept me at the disco
Meet me at the disco
Kiss me at the disco

trips in cabs shot nuff tings to olders
Pay enough for my clothes don't tell me bout paying homage
And don't tell me bout road you see the sign on my car

falling short if He ain't in here
Call me Richard cuz I came with some priors
Face down at the altar Lord set me on fire
Fire in my heart from heaven yes

Kush by the pound, so you know I'm steady blazin'
Why the fuck you hatin'? This the truth that I been sayin'
Smile on my face, and I ain't even playin'

Tell Me on a Sunday

Betty Buckley

Children Will Listen

1993

to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation

Right from the start this here's a rebel song
It's from the heart I wanna tell you 'bout a wrong
Committed by Britain back in the day
Fourteen

Richard Mille on my wrist, I'm flying like a kite
I got my brodie locked up in that cell and he can't see no light
Posted on that block 24-7, they gon' call

Tell Me on a Sunday

Marti Webb

Performance

1994

to a park that's covered with trees.
Tell me on a Sunday please.

Let me down easy, no big song and dance.
No long faces, no long looks, no deep

person while I’m here, I can tell
That my actions might lead me to the red gates of hell
But at least I did the best for some others and myself

Sunday