Bricabrac from 2005

by Brooke Abbey

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released December 31, 2005

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Brooke Abbey (formerly Brooke Lunderville) is a banjo-playing pharmacist from Vancouver, BC.

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Track Name: Ivan, You Idiot
Miles is off to Cetaganda and oh yeah, Ivan too
To pay respects to noble dead and foil a plot or two
While Miles is being a hero, Ivan's drinking poisoned beer
The ambassador just wants to know: why the hell is Ivan here!

chorus:
Ivan, you idiot! What are you doing here?
You're going to screw up everything just by being near
You mean well and you're handsome, but that's all that we can say
We'll call you when there's donkey work, until then STAY AWAY

Admiral Naismith's come to Earth to rest his weary feet
There's just one little problem: there's no cash to fix his fleet
He's off to hit the embassy to ask them what the fuck
But guess who's just been posted there, of all the rotten luck!

Captain Illyan's memory chip is causing him some pain
A sabotager's virus has infected his poor brain
Friends gather by his bedside to comfort and explain
But through his sick confusion he knows enough to proclaim:

The Council of Counts has begun and things are looking grim
Lord Dono wants to be a Count but there's no sign of him
Wait, here he comes with Ivan! It seems he's saved the day
You'd think Miles would be grateful but instead all he can say is:

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G C G (C G)
G D7
G G7 C Cm
G C G D G
Track Name: Final Sale
I thought when I first met you all we'd ever do is fight Em C Em C
I wish I hadn't tried so hard to prove that I was right G Cm G Em
Now that you're gone I guess I got the last word Em C Em C
It isn't worth as much as I thought G Cm G

And I'd take it all back if I thought that you could hear G B+ Em G7
But it's too late / Final sale. C Cm G Cm G
I know that there is a lesson for me here G B+ Em G7
But I just feel alone C Cm G

I still don't like you; I don't think you liked anyone
You were so angry you burned everything you touched
I was waiting for indifference when that phone call finally came
Imagine my surprise to find regret

And I'd take it all back if I thought that you could hear
But i's too late / Final sale.
I know this is a lesson I should learn
But I just feel alone
Track Name: Trouble Come By Here
I walked in to my favourite bar when a vision stopped me mid-step
A handsome man standing all alone who looked just like Johnny Depp
I said "Hey there darling, won't you lead me astray?"
He said "Honey, I'm a married man and I'm going home to pray."

Trouble come by here, trouble come by here
If you can't think of some mischief to do, I'll whisper in your ear
It's been so goddamn peaceful, I'm so bored that I could cry
Come on down and stir things up, trouble give me a try

I knew it was a Hell's Angels bar when I walked in to the place
I like to make a good impression, so I said "I don't like your face"
Momma said I shouldn't be so violent, but I can't resist a fight
But they said "Oh, we're Canadian" it's really quite alright."

You're not supposed to eat candy, they've shown it causes plaque
You can't grow pot in your backyard, it's just too hard to tax
You can't make love down on the beach, they lock the gates at night
Well if it's wrong to have some fun, I don't want to be right
Track Name: Written in Blood
I never thought I'd see you blush
You were the river that would never flood
But now your secret's out, it's on your face
Written in blood, written in blood

I was supposed to never know
I understand, I've always understood
The question isn't do I feel the same
It's whether I should, whether I should

How did the talking get so straight
It was supposed to stay one big joke
Cover up your burning heart
With a blanket of smoke, a blanket of smoke

I never thought I'd see you blush
You were the river that would never flood
But now your secret's out, it's on your face
Written in blood, written in blood

G Cm G
G Cm G
G Cm G
Cm F G