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Shakey
There is a town in North Ontario,
Or so I have been told...
So let's all raise a glass to Shakey
And hope we're still dangerous when we're old.

Now, this song goes out to Brian Wilson
For all the magic things he's done,
For all the happy family memories:
A father battering on his son.

Yes, I know, it's not fair.
You wouldn't last an hour out there.
And on a night like this...so mean...
But we're all scum in someone's eyes:
No illusions, no surprises.
Walk away, boy. You can't afford it.

So this song goes out to Brian Wilson
For all the magic things he ever did,
Like the time they found him on the kitchen floor,
Chopping out his Class A's with his kids.

Yes, I know, it's not fair.
You wouldn't last an hour out there.
And on a night like this... so mean... so show me...
But we're all scum in someone's eyes:
No illusions, no surprises.
Walk away. You can't afford it.

© Pat Fish 2004

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Live Stats

23 documented performances (click to explore)
2004 2 (Pat Solo)
2005 4
3 (Pat Solo)
1 (JBC)
2006 2 (Pat Solo)
2009 1 (Pat Solo)
2010 2 (Pat Solo)
2013 4
1 (Pat Solo)
3 (JBC)
2014 4 (JBC)
2015 2 (JBC)
2017 2 (JBC)

Media

2 Recorded Live Performances
2014-08-20 NN Cafe - Northampton, England
Credit: Philip Snow
2013-06-17 The Cake Shop - New York, USA
Credit: John Leon
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  • Brilliant
    emailmarkhelm[at]-remove-gmail.com - Mark Helm - Nashville to Reykjavik
    25Feb2017 5:24 AM (238 days 15 hours ago)
    Yet another song I wish I'd wrote. Nice on, sir.