By Michael Baginski/ Blue Rodeo needs little introduction. I recall watching them performing at the Horseshoe Tavern in Toronto in the mid-80s – some 40 years and 16 albums ago. Now the beloved Canadian band – whom many would argue is the best ever – has earned every honour there is in this country, from multiple Junos and a Governor General’s Award to being inducted on the Walk of Fame and having a street named after them in downtown T.O.
If you’ve been lucky enough to see them in concert, you’ll know the audience accompanies Cuddy and Keelor word for word on every song in a unique and remarkable demonstration of musical community. Maybe “Try” was your wedding song.
Jim Cuddy is currently in the news, having been inspired by “our troubles with our neighbours in the States… to write a little song” called “We Used to Be the Best of Friends” that he has posted on YouTube.
And earlier this week, the CBC aired a new documentary on the band (not the first) chronicling the career of the Canadian treasures who have been the soundtrack of many of our lives.
So, today we bring some classic Blue Rodeo – performed on Conan O’Brien a few years back.
Lyrics
You say that you’re leaving
Well that comes as no surprise
Still, I kind of like this feeling
Of being left behind
This ain’t nothing new to me
Well it’s just like going home
It’s kind of like those sunsets
That leave you feeling so stoned
Hey, hey, I guess it hasn’t hit me yet
I fell through this crack and I kind of lost my head
I stand transfixed before this streetlight
Watching the snow fall on this cold December night
Never thought this could happen
But somehow the feeling is gone
You got sick of the patterns
And I got lost in this song
Hey, hey, I guess it hasn’t hit me yet
I fell through this crack and I kind of lost my head
I stand transfixed before this streetlight
Watching the snow fall on this cold December night
Hey, hey, I guess it hasn’t hit me yet
I fell through this crack and I kind of lost my head
I stand transfixed before this streetlight
Watching the snow fall on this cold December night
And out in the middle of Lake Ontario
The same snow is falling
On the deep silent water
The great dark wonder
Into the waves of my heart
Into the waves of my heart
Of my heart
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