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Long Road To Forget
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A mutually self imposed and maybe ill planned time out. Mr. Bensley is at his best interpreting the moodm on his precious Martin. Check out the demo sample or purchase the mastered version from the CD A Street Of My Own
accoustic new folk roots
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Independent French Canadian singer songwriter into folk country / folk / roots / rock-blues
A French Canadian singer/songwriter/musician, raised in Sault Ste Marie, who's travels from the Yukon to Labrador provide the basis for much of these country/alternative/folk/rock/roots perspectives. From the award winning Just Because to Pretty One, How Many More Days, Miner’s Son’s Lament, Fortune Teller Woman, That Train Song, Ain't Gonna Be So Easy This Time, Hats and Boots and Women and more, Jacques covers a range of simple, sensitive, sometimes humorous subjects, points of view, with words and music to paint the emotional backdrops.
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Genre
Country • Alternative Country
Charts
Peak #383
Peak in subgenre #63
Author
Jacques Goudreault
Rights
SOCAN
Uploaded
May 18, 2003
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MP3 2.3 MB • 80 kbps • 4:05
Story behind the song
Nothing to compelling, just driving along, thinking second thoughts about self imposed time out.
Lyrics
On a long road to Forget, and I’m making time I could use a rest, I’m crossing over the line Need gas and cigarettes, feeling such a wreck Give my legs a stretch, and rub my aching neck See that my oil is topped, and my windshield cleaned "I'll take $20 bucks, make that Supreme" For the dust and wind, run a comb through my hair, Now I'm stepping in, but there ain’t, nobody there A little time she said, might do us a little good But how could such a warm bed, be so misunderstood Down the road, supposed to be, a little place called Forget Well beyond my memory, but I got there found it yet A table with a window view, at a roadside cafe Light rain and morning dew, just saw fish jump in the bay I think of you and the miles, somewhere down the way The last time that I saw your smile, was the last time that I laid I’d tried to write a letter, words are hard to come by A postcard might do better, but none seem to apply But I’m the one who needs to know, so maybe I should just call, For a chance to hear you say “Hello” and “I miss you after all” Jacques Goudreault August 29, 2001
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