Made in Montreal

  Allan Line, immigrants arriving in Montreal, around 1910 I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home Who uses all his...

  Three angels up above the street Each one playing a horn Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out They’ve been there since Chri...

  2016 Every step of the way we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is piling’ up, we struggle and we scrape We’re al...

  As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden The wounded flowers were dangling from the vine I was passing by yon cool crystal fountain So...

  In 2008 Another day that don't end Another ship goin' out Another day of anger, bitterness, and doubt I know how it happened I saw...

  On Atwater Street, under the overpass They say everything can be replaced They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of ...

  My love she speaks like silence, Without ideals or violence, She doesn't have to say she's faithful, Yet she's true, like ice,...

                                                            Mother of Muses, sing for me                                                    ...