Seeing red

There'd be some provinces bursting at the seams if everyone that threatened to move to Canada actually did.

 

Happens every 4 years.

 

We didn't think very hard about where we came from.
And how that in itself could do us so wrong.
We didn't bother to learn anyone else's language.
You don't need many words for a drunk conversation.

As we traveled through each foreign land.
We heard their jokes, and we wanted in.
So, we called ourselves Canadian.
Yeah, colour us Canadian.

We're all stopped at the border. No one's getting through.
This passport once was golden -- guess that's no longer true.
It wasn't drugs or cash -- all that used to matter.
It was a simple stare, and we knew not to feel flattered.

When did it all go wrong?
I'd like to know.
We'd call ourselves Canadian
Anything but American.

-- Koufax, "Colour Us Canadian"

 

I see red
It hurts my head
Guess it must be something
That i read

It's the colour of your heartbeat
A rising summer sun
The battle lost -- or won
The flash to fashion
And the pulse to passion --
Feels red
Inside my head
And truth is often bitter --
Left unsaid
Said red red
Thinking about the overhead --
The underfed


We've got mars on the horizon
Says the national midnight star
(it's true)
What you believe is what you are
A pair of dancing shoes --
The soviets are the blues --
The reds
Under your bed
Lying --
In the darkness
Dead ahead

And the mercury is rising
Barometer starts to fall
You know it gets to us all
The pain that is learning
And the rain that is burning --
Feel red
Still -- go ahead
You see black and white --
And i see red
(not blue)

 

I'm thinking we should make this by invitation only.

 

jesus. thank you. i'll start repacking the car.
i don't want to have to put up with the riff raff around here in my new country.

 

Yes, we have enough of it already. I'll introduce you.

 

that's ok. i know jr.

so, how hard is the test? do i HAVE to speak french or can i just act like triumph?

 

So what do I do to impress?

 

shit, dude. you're in.

 

If you're staying at my place, you generally get your ass kicked if you speak French.

 

Well ... there's no room left in the living-room. You have your choice of the bathroom and the kitchen.