1. |
One Pump Town
03:19
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One Pump Town © Sean McGaughey Aug 31, 2019 Ver 3 (Blended)
V1
Am E7
They talk about the glory days, but glory for whom?
E7 Am
When this town had 4 hotels, a sawmill and saloon
Am E7
There’s been a century of bust but there was never any boom
E7
Now the buildings look too tired to fall down
E7 Am
Folks sleepwalk through a one pump town
V2
Am E7
The sign above the station is faded but it lights
E7 Am
Offering Food and Fuel on the darkest prairie nights
Am E7
Old Jack sleeps on a cot out back, he’s open till 9
E7 Am
If you ring the bell, he’ll give you hell, but he’ll serve you anytime.
Am E7
Cause no station’s open for fifty miles frozen ground
E7 Am
That’s how it’s done in a one pump town.
Chorus 1
F Am
And the ghosts in the streets are all still breathin
G Am
They haunt the Legion complaining, never leavin’
F Am
The kids drift away as soon as they are grown
G Am
Can’t make a living, just survive-- in a one pump town
Verse 3 (Dark)
Am E7
They found old Jack in a Cadillac, on the hoist in the shop
E7 Am
Smoke pouring out the windows. Someone called the cops.
Am E7
For some folks it ain’t sink or swim, it’s hang or drown
E7 Am
No one gets out alive in this one pump town.
Chorus 2
F Am
And the ghosts in the streets are all still breathin
G Am
They haunt the Legion complaining never leavin’
F Am
The kids drift away as soon as they are grown
G Am
There’s no hope to be found in this one pump town
Bridge
C G
Once in a Blue moon, a young couple comes back around
F C G
Spruces up an old place and proceeds to settle down
F C
Once absent, children’s laughter fills the playground
G C Am
Dreams still come to a one pump town,
Chorus 3
F Am
And the ghosts in the streets are all still breathin
G Am
They haunt the Legion complaining, never leavin’
F Am
The kids drift away as soon as they are grown
G Am
Dreams still come to a one pump town,
G Am
There’s still room for hope in a one pump town.
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2. |
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Don't let it start this way
Tell them I wrote something
Tell them I told them a wonderful tale
Don't pull the curtain back
Let them be certain I
Strove for success when I opted to fail
Don't let it start this way
Thrown in the spotlight
No mouth and no trousers, no something to say
Don't let me be the deer
Caught in the oncoming
Headlights of 'nothing to see here today'
Don't let them see me
A minuscule mortal
With migraines and cobwebs inside of my head
The pistol is smoking
The masses are roaring
The gates are flung wide but the greyhound is dead
The seconds are ticking
The runners are restless
The starter is waving the flag of bright green
No portrait of Dorian
For this old writer
Laid outlined in chalk as the crowd flee the scene
Don't let it start this way
Tell them I came in
With blazing of guns and a swashing of coat
Don't let me greet the dawn
Wrapped in my darkest hour
Don't let it start this way
Tell them I wrote
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3. |
An Old Love Song
02:56
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An Old Love Song
(c) Sean McGaughey Feb. 1, 2019
Slow fingerpicked ballad
C Am Dm G etc, etc...
We talk about the weather. We talk about the game
We gossip about people only famous for their fame.
We question the newscast. What's he on about again?
But no truer words were spoken, when I whisper your name.
Shoulders brush in passing, as we go about our day.
Hug and peck at the door, as we head out on our way.
Reminisce on love's first days, each touch a flame, a spark
With whispers and caresses, shared undercover (..in the dark).
Dm- G
Old fires burn slowly, not as hot and white as new
Dm-G
They radiate a steady warmth, constant and true
C Am Dm G
I guess this is an old love song, but in my heart it's true
These words are pale reflections of what I share with you
Comments
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E B
She. she is beautiful.
A E
She doesn’t track hairstyles or next week’s clothes.
E b
She, she has style
A E,
she presents herself quietly, nobody knows.
E B
She, she’s empathic.
E C#M b
She's there for the ones who needs it most.
CHORUS?
B A
You talk to her, she’s got depth
B A
She’ll answer no question without context
B
She’s whipsmart
A
Maybe smartass
B
All her best qualities
A
Are under her hat
V2:
She, she is an artist.
She sees the world in a different way.
She, she’s in a costume.
Wear the ordinary going through her day
She, she's telepathic.
She hears what you believe but never can say
V3
She, she leaves the lights on,
shining bright when the world has gone dark
She’s lit by her own fire,
she paints the world she sees with her heart.
She, she is magic.
She’ll turn your dark ravens into bright skylarks
OUTRO: E A Ad nauseum
She’s smart as hell, she keeps it under wraps
She keeps it all under her hat
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5. |
Pretty Little Picture
01:25
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Sean McGaughey Pretty Little Picture SS060719H (C) July 6, 2019
Still life in 3 acts.
2nd draft July 17
Key of D Dx2, Ax2, Gx2 Dx1 Ex2 Played at Fret 6&7 aka uke position with open strings ringing.
A pretty little picture
still life with flowers
hangs above the table
a light in pre-dawn hours
A pretty little picture
inside a prince's yacht
bought at auction for millions
for a museum then forgot.
A pretty little picture
Stick figures drawn in brown
hangs on a locked wire door
She cries Mama, no one's a round.
1st Draft July 6
A pretty little picture
still life with flowers
hangs above the breakfast table
Spreading joyful light in pre-dawn hours
A pretty little picture
hangs inside a prince's yacht
bought at auction for ninety million
promised to a museum then forgot.
A pretty little picture
Stick figures drawn in brown
Pinched into the links of a cage
Cries of Mama, but there are none around.
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6. |
Well Actually
03:57
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Well, Actually
Sean McGaughey (c) Feb. 16, 2019 FAWM#10
Intro: Bm E
A F#m
I can make myself up nice with my beard and clothes just so
Bm E
I can keep a spotless house, take the kids where they need to go
A F#m
I can work outside at my little job, and get home to cook a meal
Bm E
And I’ll smile cause I look masculine. I love how that makes her feel.
F#m D
Well, actually, why can’t a boy have it all?
Bm E
I want to eat my cake and have it too?
A F#m
My dad used to tell me son, there’s nothing you can’t do.
Bm E
Well, actually, that ain’t true.
A F#m
I can get up early to work out, keep my body fit and trim for her
Bm E
I can keep my little hobbies, a male musician and author
A F#m
I can work years in a department for two thirds the wage
Bm E
To be passed over for promotion by a woman half my age
F#m D
Well, actually, why can’t a boy have it all?
Bm E
I want to eat my cake and have it too?
A F#m
My dad used to tell me son, there’s nothing you can’t do.
Bm E
Well, actually, that ain’t true.
A F#m
I take care to dress so I don’t attract, an unwelcome advance.
Bm E
Because every young boy learns they should not lead on a woman.
A F#m
I dreamt of being a boy astronaut, or a male congresswoman
Bm E
But my dreams evaporated when she left me for a younger man.
Bridge:
D
And if this song sounds odd, coming from a man
E
Switch the genders around, then you’ll understand.
F#m D
Well, actually, why can’t a boy have it all?
Bm E
I want to eat my cake and have it too?
A F#m
My dad used to tell me son, there’s nothing you can’t do.
Bm E
Well, actually, that ain’t true
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7. |
Good Old Days
01:50
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July 12: Revisions and chords
Good Old Days
Sean McGaughey (c) Sean McGaughey July 7, 2019
G Am D G
I
G Am
Those, those were the good old days.
D
Kids played on the streets without their mothers
G Am
We had little but we didn't suffer
C
People looked out for each other
D
and kept their business to themselves.
II
G Am
Those, those were the good old days
D
When you knew all your neighbours
G Am
Got a day's pay for an honest day's labour
C
People prayed to one creator
D
Least it seemed so at the times
III
G Am
Those, those were the Good old days
D
If you had the right complection
G Am
Spoke with a certain inflection
C
Your Daddy had connections
D D G
And you knew how to shake hands. Those were the good old days
G Am
By an accident of birth
C
If you inherited net worth
D
and disregard the earth
G
Those were the good old days (X3).
Am D
Those were the good old days
G
Those were the good old days
Good Old Days
Sean McGaughey (c) Sean McGaughey July 7, 2019
Those were the good old days.
Kids played on the streets without their mothers
We had little but we didn't suffer
People looked out for each other
and kept their business to themselves.
Those were the good old days
When you knew all your neighbours
Got a day's pay for a day's labour
People prayed to one creator
Least it seemed so at the times
Those were the Good old days
If you had the right complection
Spoke with a certain inflection
Your Daddy had connections
And you knew how to shake hands.
Those were the good old days
By an accident of birth
If you inherited net worth
and disregard the earth
Those were the good old days (X3).
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8. |
Hope
02:18
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Lyrics:
Sean McGaughey SS070519c (c) July 5, 2019 HOPE
A squall is often followed by a rainbow.
Sunrise concludes the darkest night.
The ugliest of caterpillars dissolves into goo,
becomes a painted butterfly and takes flight.
When everything you touch turns from gold to brass.
And every situation is perfectly designed to kick your ass.
You wander through crowds, yearning for a friend,
and wonder when you'll finally go around the bend
Every time you thought you could not make it through,
you did.
It"s been that way since you were a kid.
When you're holding the last thread of your rope.
Hang on, this is hope.
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9. |
Dona Nobis Pacem
01:12
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10. |
One Uke Short of a Load
01:41
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Music and Lyrics: © Sean McGaughey May 18, 2019
Key of G: Country Truck Driving song feel. Written for Midland Ukefest
[Verse 1 ]
G
I just pulled off of the interstate
C
Gotta pick up load a load of freight
D
I pull up to the Kala Factory
D G
Wonderin' What they got for me.
[Verse 2]
G
Dispatcher said you're going to Midland
C
There's a Uke Fest there on the two-four weekend.
D
They loaded me up and when they were done.
D G
I had sixteen gross of ukes minus one.
[Chorus]
G
I'm one uke short of a load
C
One uke short of a load
D
Gotta get this show on the road
D G
But I'm one uke short of a load.
[Verse 3]
G
So I headed out along the highway
C
Van riding low from all the ukuleles
D
Passed a field of tulips
D G
On the way.
[Verse 4]
G
Then I heard a gentle weeping
C
The ukes rang out with the wheel's timekeeping
D
It was like Chalmers Doane was
D G
sitting in the cab with me.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
D
I couldn't believe when I saw
C G
A convoy coming from Ottawa
C G D
Bytown ukes hauling 16 tons of gear.
[Verse 5]
G
And to my right beside the tracks
C
Was an old ukester in a denim jacket
D
His thumb was out, and I said
D G
Doug Cameron hop into the rig with me
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11. |
Yup, That's Me
01:10
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Yup, That's Me
Sean McGaughey (c) July 7, 2019
Yup, that's me
I'm Seb's Dad
Yup, I'm pretty proud
He sure is.
Yup, we're glad he helped you out.
Yup, that song was his, that painting too
Yup, we think he's doing OK.
Used to be I'd be recognised
by grown kids I taught or otherwise
by old acquaintances while they passed by
Sometime someone even came along
Who said they liked my songs.
But not today
That's OK
Yup, I'm Seb's Dad.
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12. |
I Call You Joy
04:11
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I Call You Joy
Sean McGaughey (c) Apr 2016- Feb 12, 2019
Intro: Gx2 Ax2 Dx2
Chorus
D
I call you beloved,
F#m
I call you an artist
G
I call you beautiful
A7
I call you my own
D
You will always be my child
F#m
Woman, man, girl or boy.
G
From the first that I knew you,
A D
I called you, I called you Joy
D
I gave you a name.
Em
It was a good name
A7
Carried with pride on both sides
G A7
of the family tree
D
But the name and your body
Em
Chafed against you oddly
A7
An ill fitting uniform
G A7
That couldn’t match what you were inside
Chorus
Then you chose a new name...
That suited you better.
Changed your appearance,
And pronouns as well.
You slowly emerged
A grand transformation
A butterfly released
From a crystalline shell
Chorus Instrument Solo
Chorus Vocal
Outro:
{G
From the first I knew you,
A D
I called you,} 3x
A D G A D
I called you Joy
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13. |
I Still Make You Laugh
02:18
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I Still Make You Laugh
© Sean McGaughey Feb 26, 2019
Intro Gx2 Ax2
V1
D A
Just saw a picture from our wedding day
Bm F#m
You in a white dress, me in black.
D A
Your head back laughing, me with a smile
Bm F#m
We wished it could always be that
Chorus
G D
I Still Make You Laugh
G A
Our smile tends to blend together
V2
More than two decades we've walked hand in hand
We've seen more ups than downs, Me, you understand
We've built a fine family, watched as they grew
Still we lean inwards, stronger as two.
Chorus
Bridge
F#m Bm
I've cried with you
F#m Bm
When folks had passed
F#m Bm
Nothing to be said
G A
We just held hands
V3--
pt 1 instrumental
Pt 2
You're still laughing- I still grin
Turns out it was the best way to begin…
Chorus
Outro
Gx2 Ax2 D
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14. |
Origin Story
02:36
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Origin Story
Sean McGaughey (c) Feb 7, 2019 FAWM #5
1-4-5 swing-blues -ish
I've never been bitten by a radioactive spider
If I did I'd probably get very sick and die
I'm pretty sure my mother never found me in a crater
Because I can't see through walls and I don't know how to fly
I'm a little claustrophobic and I'm not fond of the dark
I've not been struck by lightning or spied a magical light
I never went exploring to find ancient ring or ark
I have nothing to avenge, my folks are still alive.
I used to dream of racing into danger to save the day
Stopping disasters and meeting a nice girl along the way
I don't have super strength, I can't read minds or fly
But still I dream of tights and capes and taking to the sky
I never got an invitation delivered by an owl
I never took a ride with a doctor in a phone booth
I'm too chicken to hitchhike and I've mislaid my towel
My only secret weapons are three chords and the truth.
I don't have superpowers but that's alright by me
Stan Lee taught us how to write our own origin stories
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15. |
Mountaintop
02:49
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Lyrics:
Mountaintop
Sean McGaughey (c) August 10-14, 2019
Written at the David Thompson Resort while gazing at the mountain view.
C F
Woke up inside a cloud this morning
C G
To the whispering of the leaves in the tall pine trees.
C F
Feeling the rumble of the falls into the canyon
C G C Savoring each breath of the cool mountain breeze.
Chorus
F G7 C
There is nothing like standing alone in the Rockies
F G7 C
Feeling mighty small within the expansive view.
F G7 C
There is nothing like standing alone in the Rockies.
F G7 C
Except for standing here with you.
C F
I say your eyes are as green as the water
C G
You answer mine are as blue as the skies
C F
We hold hands down two hundred stairs to the falls.
C G C
And we peer along the canyon as far as the hawk flies.
Chorus
F G7 C
There is nothing like standing alone in the Rockies
F G7 C
Feeling mighty small within the expansive view.
F G7 C
There is nothing like standing alone in the Rockies.
F G7 C
Except for standing here with you.
C F
Everything is bigger as we sit on a mountaintop.
C G
Everything that is, but the worries that we left behind.
C F
Every moment a sunbeam reveals another wonder.
C G C
Leaves us in a mountaintop state of mind.
Chorus
F G7 C
There is nothing like standing alone in the Rockies
F G7 C
Feeling mighty small within the expansive view.
F G7 C
There is nothing like standing alone in the Rockies.
F G7 C
Except for standing here with you.
Bridge.
G C
I know tomorrow we'll come down from the mountain.
G C
Back to our lives in the city below.
G C
But our hearts took a snapshot of the peaks and the valleys.
D G G7
We can have a bit of mountaintop wherever we go.
Chorus
F G7 C
There is nothing like standing alone in the Rockies
F G7 C
Feeling mighty small within the expansive view.
F G7 C
There is nothing like standing alone in the Rockies.
F G7 C
Except for standing here with you.
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16. |
Fare Thee Well
02:31
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Fare Thee Well
Music and Lyrics: © Sean McGaughey Feb29, 2019 FAWMcloser #22
Key of A Waltz
A line of cabs awaits outside the hall
We've had our last dance and last call
The final chords of the band have given way
To a chorus of small talk as we try to delay
It's not a last goodbye, but fare thee well
Save me a dance at next year's soiree
We have old friends, new friends, some great memories.
And treasury of new songs to play
Farewell to old friends, new friends,
I have sweet memories
and a treasury of new songs to play.
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17. |
Purcell's Canon
01:24
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Sean McGaughey Ontario
I am a folk singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and children's entertainer in Simcoe County Ontario. By day, I am a
mild-mannered Elementary School teacher-librarian.
Since 2013, I have been participating the the February Album Writing Month Challenge at fawm.org to write 14 songs in February.
This year I challenged myself to up my musicianship and production values. This is the result.
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