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Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith


Background information
Birth name Ronald Eldon Sexsmith
Born January 8, 1964
Born place St. Catharines, Ontario, Canada
Origin Toronto, Canada
Genre(s) Rock
Folk
Pop
Years active 1978—present
Label(s) Warner Bros. Records
Interscope Records
Associated acts The Kelele Brothers
Website Website



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Ron Sexsmith Album


Grand Opera Lane (1991)
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you are really something else and you've been so good to this old hound
that i forget myself when you're around
but if you should turn me away my love will come back to haunt you
i can't make it on my own but tell me why why would i want to?

i've been in this love too long
and i can't recall what it's like to be downhearted
i've been holding you so strong
and i can't recall where it all started

you and me we got everything we need to get all that we desire from this marketplace
but it's not about greed and it's not about waste
it's just like that old movie song that one about the georgie girl
and it's true that we window shop too long we'll get nothing back from this old world

was it in the summer or the fall?
was it in this lifetime at all?
i don't know i don't recall
seems like it's always been this way

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i wish i had some spending money i could spend on you
the story's sad but the ending's funny we've got to see it through
whenever money comes up it never comes down and it's never enough it's true
i wish i had some spending money i could spend on you

i sure could use some spending money for a sunny day
been sleeping it too long honey got to be a better way
like a merry go round let your cape get off i swear it's holding us down say
i sure could use some spending money for a sunny day

desire the coins of your life in the time he is bright try something new
i wish i had some spending money to make your dreams come true

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we may as well go home the parade ain't coming
leave the lawn chairs out on this desert road
hey i thought i heard the sound of distant drumming
you thought you heard it too there's a place for fools like me and you

oh no no i don't mind losing
no no no i don't mind losing
losing ain't no crime
but i wouldn't mind
to win sometime
to win sometime

i swear that somewhere in my life there's a great big hole
where all my plans go falling through
every time i get behind the wheel i lose control
oh what's come over me? have i become my own worst enemy?

many times i've passed this way you know i've learned one thing
whenever love's on stage heartbreak's in the wings
let me tell you

well i know i don't mind losing

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tell you about my home well it's far away
tell you about my home well it's far away
tell you about my home well it's far away
more than this i cannot say

tell you about my heart well it's filled with joy
tell you about my heart well it's filled with joy
tell you about my heart well it's filled with joy
a feeling no one can destroy

you tell me about your love that it's deep and wide
you tell me about your love that it's deep and wide
you tell me about your love that it's deep and wide
i'm going to make it to your side

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well you know i got brains but i don't always use them
i could lend them to you but you're liable to lose them
well you and me we are made of the very same stuff
i've been a sucker too long yes i've had enough

give me time give me time i'm going to get what's mine

i'm going down to the track babe i feel like a winner
and i won't be back till the hair is thinner
for once in my life i'm going to say this parade i can't listen
for once in my life i swear you're all going to listen

well we've come much too far babe can't go any further
and we cannot go a foot down and we can't go back either
but forgive me i'm sorry for bringing you here to this mess
all we can do now is expect the worse and hope for the best

. . .


he don't know how to lie or undermine you
he don't know how to steal how to deal or deceive
so leave him alone set him free 'cause he's speaking with the angel
speaking with the angel that only he can see

you'd say he's so helpless but what about you?
you don't pull the string don't you know anything?
leave him alone let him be 'cause he's speaking with the angel
speaking with the angel that only he can see

would you teach him about heaven?
would you show him how to love the earth?
would you poison him with prejudice from
the moment of his birth?

he in the name of love he in the blood of lamb
he that never lays blame he don't even know his name
so leave him alone set him free 'cause he's speaking with the angel
speaking with the angel the very one that spoke to you and me

do you remember?

. . .


when i was under your spell
remember the way you held your eyes in mine
but now that your eyes have fell
i can see it all unwind

so it appears with every word you spoke
you have given me the sharp end the sharp end of the joke
i believed you every word of it every word of it

there's a joke it's been the only one that i know
i learned it from you so you should understand
where do all the broken promises go?
to the broken promised land?

i believed every word of it was true

. . .


some people just can't leave a dead man alone
they say "get back dead man get back to your throne"
they were just confessed he was only flesh and bone
some people some people

some people just can't leave a dead man alone
they'll go dig up the dirty laundry right after he's gone
a man can't defend himself in the great unknown
some people some people

why don't they stay away just let him rest in peace
he's living in las vegas on an isle in greece

he's on the cover of another rag now
he's the father of somebody's child
wasn't it enough for him to give his own life?
that all is lost and running wild?

some people just can't leave a dead man alone
they say "get back dead man get back to your throne"
and if to live a lie go where there ain't no telephone
some people some people

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a light rain is falling
i'm leaving home my life is calling
it's calling from the end of the line
it's been that way for all that time
for things beyond our power it forced us to remain
all our lives we wait on trains

look how the fields are swaying
we were one town children playing
and oh the wind was in our sails
headed homeward and hightailing
but all that once was bright has now become so faint
all our lives we wait on trains

we wait on trains to take us from here
to take us places beyond the hill
to bring our sons and daughters home
if it be god's will

she's got to hold her love together
but no time now or maybe never
her friends all say don't bother her
he ain't on that train young mother
but she don't pay no mind she believes just the same
all our lives we wait on trains

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i can't wait to get home she's waiting alone saving her love for me
i'm not going to hurry no need to worry saving her love for me

i'm so happy that i'm the one the one the receiving end
i think i'm going to run i think i'm going to run

there's no suspicion no competition saving her love for me
when i'm lost in the storm she's keeping it warm for me saving her love for me
yes she is saving her love for me

saving it saving it saving your love for me

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the laughing crowd they will tell you how it is
if you smile you can't resist
always dying to catch you crying
for they love to see you down on your knees without a single prayer

don't want to know what they're saying don't want to see what they see
the laughing crowd will never be happy

the laughing crowd they'll pay to see you sweat
bet their lives you'll blow it all and yet
never tell us they'll only tell us
of your shameless solitude of your pride and of your dreams

the laughing crowd they're always in the move
they go wherever the wind is scared to go
until they find it until they're blinded
the laughing crowd they're always behind it

don't want to know what they're saying don't want to see what they see
don't want to know what they're saying it's not for me
the laughing crowd will never be happy

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