From the recording What Fools Endure
Inspired by the Dunvegan Pub in Sandy Hill, Ottawa, where Tchir played his first shows. Go to the Music and Merch page to purchase a download or CD of the full album. Vinyl and T-shirts also available.
Trevor Tchir – lead vocals, acoustic guitar, piano, percussion / Stephen Tchir – electric guitar, mandolin / Pierre Chrétien – Hammond M-3 organ / Michael John DiSanto – bass / Ken Coulter – drums / Nancy Sylvestre – backup vocals / Josée Lachance Yule – backup vocals
Lyrics
The Place On The Corner
I’m back at my usual seat
Stare at the bar top and wait
They carve your name when you make it
Some kind of fly Hall of Fate
Lord, won’t you send me a sign?
I need a shot of romance
The next woman who walks through the door
I’m going to ask her to dance
Good Billy opens the evening
He’s the heart of the show
Makes all the old boys sound pretty
All the young girls feel pro
They play the Government Scrub
They turn the Tombstone Trick
He swings his axe like the Devil
Smile and a wink like a stoned St. Nick
The place on the corner
At the edge of a Sandy Hill
The place on the corner
Dig your trench, brother, find your thrill
The place on the corner
I felt it move and it’s sinking still
The place on the corner
I’ll cover your back if you cover my bill
I’ll cover your tracks if you cover my bill
Mad Donny whispers your fortune
Tells your future and past
Between the sips from his ailment
Between drags from his nineth cigarette
Then the savant’s face darkens
After he drinks to your health
He asks “You’ll help me now, won’t you,
Find the long way back to myself?”
Then he finds the piano
After a drunk pirouette
You hear a melody struggle
Through a fog of regret
He makes the high hammers twinkle
But he don’t sing there anymore
He just bellows “Hello Walls”
They took his throat a long time ago
The place on the corner
At the edge of a Sandy Hill
The place on the corner
Dig your trench, brother, find your thrill
The place on the corner
I felt it move and it’s sinking still
The place on the corner
I’ll cover your back if you cover my bill
I’ll cover your tracks if you cover my bill
Who’s the lover in the snug?
French Jesus with a catfish chin
He breathes the poems of Morrison
Paperback pages worn thin
He sips cold Comfort
Two filles du Nord nibbling his ears
They’re squeezing his tan suede thighs
Some modern amour buccaneer
There are no mirrors in the room
Tonight, we’re all looking great
Tonight, I’m young Jimmy Stewart
No one can tell me I ain’t
There are no clocks on the walls
I might lose half my life here
Still my glass is half full
And I’m feeling all right here
The place on the corner
At the edge of a Sandy Hill
The place on the corner
Dig your trench, brother, find your thrill
The place on the corner
I felt it move and it’s sinking still
The place on the corner
I’ll cover your back if you cover my bill
I’ll cover your tracks if you cover my bill