Performer (2009)

by Dan Frechette

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Recorded live in Indian Head, Saskatchewan (Nitehawk Theatre), WVBR Bound For Glory (Ithyca, New York), and various locations in U.S during the fall/winter of 2006/2007.

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released October 5, 2009

All songs Copyright Dan Frechette (unless otherwise noted) and registered with SOCAN.

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Dan Frechette California

"...one of the best songwriters we've heard in a long time." - SingOut Magazine.

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Track Name: Lost River Blues
Lost River Blues

Looking for a living and looking to be giving that's all that I want
With a six string shootout
Knock 'em all dead
that's all that really counts.
I'm singing and swinging and looking out at this mess I'm in
They're paying and cheering and I'm leaving and fearing I won't make it home again.

(chorus) I'm looking across lost river since I got these worn out blues
These simple shoes they may seem new to you
I've been looking across lost river since I got these beat up blues
These simple shoes may seem new to you but to me they're old news.

Give me a dollar and I'll give you a holler when the dollar runs out
My tales will be taller with the rope around my collar you'll know nothing about
somehow you'll be tempted to be suddenly befriended by my open hand
and I'll be gone as soon as I see you with a dollar again.

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I been a gypsy looking like a son of a gun with a story to tell
I've been a sculpture soul with them chipping away with every ticket I sell.
I've been trying to catch a tail that was in my hands when I was on the skids.
Now I'm looking back hearing echoes wondering what I did.

(chorus)

Looking for a living and looking to be giving that's all that I want
With a six string shootout
Knock 'em all dead
that's all that really counts.
Track Name: Baby Lemonade
Baby Lemonade

(chorus) Treat me right baby and maybe we can have it made
If life gives you lemons make a little lemonade
I can't stop the sunshine making shade
Take these lemons and make a little lemonade

Get me a glass to see through and I'll get the last straw
You can squeeze the lemons baby just make sure the ice don't thaw

We can work together baby one more time to get it right
there's definitely enough lemons we can drink lemonade all night

(chorus)

Old doctor told me that lemonade was good for my soul
I been drinking lemonade so damn long i'm starting to get on a roll

(chorus)

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Track Name: The Saddest Smile Is Goodbye
The Saddest Smile Is Goodbye

Let's just say I've been around
I've been down this road before
I've had my good times
Take my advice
The saddest smile is goodbye

You've seen your share of rainy days
so there's nothing new I can say
Have a nice day
Get on with your life
The saddest smile is goodbye.

Tell me John
What's so wrong
Living the life I lead?
Alone I stand
without a friend
Through the years I found it's the here and now I see.

I'm sitting here
and she's not here
she's somewhere I don't know
I'll keep her alive here in my mind
The saddest smile is goodbye.
Track Name: The Mists Of Down Below
Wild wind, take me home
To the mists of down below
I'll be flying come September day
With no borders in my way
You'll find me home until the May sun burns
The heavy mists of down below

Refrain:
I see the rivers flooding strong
And people wishing they belonged
Free for anywhere they want to go
When they pray they can look to the sky
And they'd see me as I pass by
Heading to the mists of down below

Without fields ripe from rain
There is no way to feed my pain
Until I fly to mists of down below
But down below is not my fate
There is no land from where I came
Not even mists of old Mexico

Refrain

So I looked hard at reasons for
The drifters going door to door
Dreaming of the mists of down below
But I'm sure they'd go anywhere they could
If wings became their neighborhoods
And there'd be nowhere they wouldn't know

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