Morning Glories: Video by Beehive Production 


 

Published on Mar 23, 2016 

Video by Beehive Productions 
Written by Corin Raymond 

Morning Glories Lyrics: 

Luther 

he’s a pension cheque gambler 
he’s a park bench instructor 
he’s a bread crumb handler 
and a pigeon conductor 
he’s an old ashtray miner 
a half a lung hacker 
a life’s-been-unkinder 
and a penny roll stacker 

Chuck 

he’s a liquor store strummer 
he’s a half a block howler 
he’s the sound of my summer 
he’s a “Dead Flowers” growler 
he’s a sidewalk street singer 
a Baldwin Spadina 
old resonator slinger 
and a drunken John Priner 

Dolores 

she’s a stray cat collector  
she’s a landlord’s dilemma 
she’s a mangy menagerie  
marigold mama 
she’s a plastic flower bike basket 
Eaton’s Glider rider 
a long Lola loiter 
and a Pall Mall provider 

I can smell the lilac from my room 
the hollyhock sidewalks of June 
where roses are blooming red as wine 
but there are morning glories that only bloom 
late in the chilly afternoon  
and they might be the sweetest on the vine 
they might be the sweetest on the vine 

let’s float in the air  
over Kensington Market 
we could take your car there  
but there’s no place to park it 
up here with the pigeons 
whom gravity pardons 
we can see all the green bins 
and sidewalks and gardens 

we can look and there’s Chuck 
singing ‘…Muhlenberg County’ 
and he’s already tucked away 
two Old Milwaukees 
and just two streets over 
from Spadina and Baldwin 
there’s Luther sittin’ under 
the bronze of Al Waxman 

and there’s goes Dolores 
on her way down to Lola 
to lounge in a chorus 
of lit-up low rollers 
she gives Chuck a smoke 
and he gives her a song 
Luther’s still broke but  
he shuffles along 

and she hands him one too 
‘cause she can afford it 
and the twilight falls blue  
on their cherry tip auras 
and it’s plain to see now 
that the darkness is growing 
that you’re not down and out 
when you’re down and out going 

I can smell the lilac from my room 
the hollyhock sidewalks of June 
where roses are blooming red as wine 
but there are morning glories that only bloom 
late in the chilly afternoon  
and they might be the sweetest on the vine 
they might be the sweetest on the vine 
they might be the sweetest on the vine 

This song is a love letter to The Kensington Market, the Toronto neighbourhood where I began it in 2010. I chipped away at it for four years and it was finally finished - after an inspiring songwriter’s session at Blue Rock Studios in Wimberly, TX - just as Jonathan Byrd and I pulled up to Concerts in the Attic in Forth Worth, on May 1st, 2014. A good time of year to finish a song populated with flowers and sidewalk characters. It's dedicated to Katie Lameck (1975-2015), my housemate whose front yard-garden morning glories were the kind - I'd never heard of this before - that didn't open til the end of the day. 

Note: Key of A. I’m capoed on the 2nd fret, using a G shape. Chords: A, D, E. Shapes I’m using: G, C, D. Numbers: I, IV, V. 

This video features: M.C. Hansen on lead guitar, Jacob Chano on snare/snare case, Treasa Levasseur on keyboard/vocals, and Brian Kobayakawa on upright bass.

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