Al Tuck to release 7th studio album on Cameron House Records

Al Tuck to release 7th  studio album on Cameron House Records 

 

Here are the lyrics to a track from the record, written about a night off in Calgary while on tour with Jason Collet in November 2010. 

 

They don’t have winter tires on rental cars, just so you know

Today we slid across the Rockies through ice, sleet, and snow

My friend has retired to our room for a break

 

Guess that leaves me to be the stranger at the wake

Hey lucky me, I am the stranger at the wake

 

Didn’t know when we came here this would be the scene

The scene of a memorial gathering

It’s so cold; going out would seem a mistake

‘Stay where you are’ is the best advice that you could take

 

And where you are, you are the stranger at the wake

 

Atlantic theme bar with a fish nets and jokes

Donairs and Frank magazines forHalifaxfolks

I feel so at home think my heart it might break

I’m a lot like Joan burning slow at the stake

 

Long way from home, I am the stranger at the wake

 

Too many parties and too many pals

Too many buddies and not enough gals

Only so long one man can ache

Do you think she’s here, that certain friend we need to make?

 

Strange game to play when you’re the stranger at the wake

 

Give me Guinness and Bushmills, doubles if you please

Or you could save us some trouble by pouring in threes

I have not had as much as I can take

I come in peace, there’s more that I can make

 

I’ll spend it all, I am the stranger at the wake

 

I can’t help but wonder what everyone thinks

As the waitress keeps serving me never-ending drinks

I’m the real McCoy I feel quite the rake

You’ve been too kind; whatever’s left is yours to take

 

I am resigned to be the stranger at the wake

 

No I didn’t know her she never knew me

Though I know I’ve forgotten two or three

Two or three maybe, give or take

Nine or ten, hope their hearts didn’t break

 

But that was then, now I’m the stranger at the wake

 

So smilin, so cheerful like many of her age,

Or at least judging by her facebook page

They’ve projected up there on that screen by the stage

And still no clue why her own life she would take

 

What can you do when you’re the stranger at the wake

 

Some music was played, not too great, truth be told

As I knocked back my last glasses, one black and one gold

Wantin’ to sing some song for somebody’s sake

But I take my leave, leaving them to speculate

 

Who was that man? Who was the stranger at the wake?

Who was that man? Who was the stranger at the wake?

 

Listen to two tracks from the upcoming release:

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