The BP's

Something's Got To Give -

Something's Got To Give - Artist: Album: Sonic Scenery, From: Ottawa, Please Support and purchase 'Something's Got To Give' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/thebushpilots), Date Posted: March 20, 2006

The plans are on the table but they don’t mean a thing The ticket’s in your hand but you don’t hear freedom ring And the turnstiles click away with the sound of nothin’ doin’ There was nothing else to do on a rainy Saturday morn’ But listen to your blood flow with the prospect of the chore Of picking up the pieces of what you did the night before And when that darkness comes a creepin’ I need my girl to keep on keepin’ It’s them or us baby Something’s got to give Nothing could prepare you for the never ending fall Just before they moved the door and broke down all the walls Now you’ve left it all behind and you can never keep from lookin’ back A box full of guilty pleasures in a hurricane of rage Only made it worse by reading the last page Live to try to measure up to someone who measures how you live And when that darkness comes a creepin’ I need my girl to keep on keepin’ It’s them or us baby Something’s got to give Give up on the giving in Give in to the giving out Give out to the giving up Just give me a way out I could bore you to death with everything I know about you Sit down and tell me how it started we could talk about it ‘til two Just don’t try to sell me misery, cause you know I’m only buying hope And when that darkness comes a creepin’ I need my girl to keep on keepin’ It’s them or us baby Something’s got to give Something’s got to give … It’s them or us baby something’s got to give Written by Rob Bennett © 2003 Burning Canoe Music/SOCAN/ASCAP Rob Bennett: Vocal and guitar Tom Gillon: Guitar and vocals Jeff Monette: Bass Kevin Smith: Drums Dave Draves: Piano

Georgian Bay -

Georgian Bay - Artist: Album: Sonic Scenery, From: Ottawa, Please Support and purchase 'Georgian Bay' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/thebushpilots), Date Posted: March 25, 2006

Like a jack tree hangin’ on In a Group of Seven painting I may look like I’m fading But my roots are holding strong Georgian Bay, Georgian Bay I can see it all by starlight ‘til they disappear by daylight Into the eastern sun In the haze of the summer The road hisses back from the heat More miles behind me But you ain’t seen the last of me Crashin’ through the waves As the current runs against us You know I can’t get near us Or the way we used to be Georgian Bay, Georgian Bay Let the wind push me back to you May the sun always shine on you Until your day is done In the haze of another dream A dream that’s all but died I’m sorry I didn’t hear you On all those nights That you cried In the haze of the summer The road hisses back from the heat More miles behind me But you ain’t seen the last of me Georgian Bay, Georgian Bay Let the wind push me back to you May the sun always shine on you Until your day is done Georgian Bay, Georgian Bay I can see it all by starlight ‘til they disappear by daylight Into the eastern sun Written by Rob Bennett © 2004 Burning Canoe Music/SOCAN/ASCAP Rob Bennett: Vocal and guitar Tom Gillon: Guitar and vocal Jeff Monette: Bass Kevin Smith: Drums

Flagstaff -

Flagstaff - Artist: Album: Sonic Scenery, From: Ottawa, Please Support and purchase 'Flagstaff' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/thebushpilots), Date Posted: March 30, 2006

Jumped out of the car in Flagstaff About a hundred miles south of the Canyon You ran into the Ponderosa pines Couldn’t you hear me callin’ It was on a road just off old Route 66 Seven hours out of Vegas On a honeymoon trip Was the fighting just making you sick Of the scenery Did you really think that it would last as far as Flagstaff Did we just run out of gas when we reached Flagstaff I first saw you back on the coast Washing the fishing boats by the bay Cleaner than the salt that was in the air Fresher than a New Year’s Day You said that your life was an open bar Didn’t bitch too much about it We just stole your mama’s car Burned the road map And pointed it out into the stars Of the night sky Why didn’t you turn into anyone I know when we reached Flagstaff Did our hearts just hit an empty road when we reached Flagstaff Did someone else find you walking down that road You know I tried for a long while Did you jump up into a long haul trucker’s cab Flashing that gypsy smile Did you move so fast out of Arizona state That you hadn’t a clue about the next road you would take Or did you hear that voice inside you say I’m just gonna stay here For awhile Did you really think that it would last as far as Flagstaff Did we just run out of gas when we reached Flagstaff Why didn’t you turn into anyone I know Did our hearts just hit an empty road We only had one more mile to go To reach Flagstaff Did we just run out of gas when we reached Flagstaff Written by Rob Bennett © 2003 Burning Canoe Music/SOCAN/ASCAP Rob Bennett: Vocal and acoustic guitar Tom Gillon: Guitar and vocal Jeff Monette: Bass Kevin Smith: Drums Dave Draves: Piano Pat Robillard: Pedal steel

Mama Don't Go Downtown -

Mama Don't Go Downtown - Artist: Album: Sonic Scenery, From: Ottawa, Please Support and purchase 'Mama Don't Go Downtown' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/thebushpilots), Date Posted: March 30, 2006

My mama she don’t go downtown my mama My mama she don’t go downtown my mama My mama she gets into fights When she goes out drinkin’ on a Saturday night My mama she don’t go downtown my mama We don’t go down to that club anymore we don’t go We don’t go down to that club anymore we don’t go Stay up Friday night howlin’ at the moon Then Black Label, cowboy songs on Saturday afternoon But we don’t go down to that club anymore no we don’t They don’t go there to fight anymore they don’t go They don’t go there to fight anymore no they don’t ‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ left there and they’d never fight For something as useless as human rights No they won’t They don’t go They don’t go They don’t go My mama she don’t go downtown my mama My mama she don’t go downtown my mama She don’t go to Rwanda she don’t go to Peru She don’t go to LA she ain’t goin’ near you She don’t care if your alive only cares if your dead She don’t care about nobody she just jams with your head She don’t talk to nobody but she gets in your face She’s deposin’ the dictator to expose his bad taste She ain’t on the left she ain’t on the right She ain’t lookin’ for peace she only lookin’ to fight My mama she don’t go My mama she don’t go My mama she don’t go Written by Rob Bennett © 2003 Burning Canoe Music/SOCAN/ASCAP Rob Bennett: Vocal and guitar Tom Gillon: Guitar Jeff Monette: Bass Kevin Smith: Drums and tambourine

Via Dolorosa -

Via Dolorosa - Artist: Album: Sonic Scenery, From: Ottawa, Please Support and purchase 'Via Dolorosa' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/thebushpilots), Date Posted: April 14, 2006

Driving to the ocean on a desert highway Not a word was spoken of what went on the last day Caught between the beauty and the desolation Travelling on a fast train through the desecration Grandpa was a soldier sent to work the asphalt Back in 1942 he never fired a single shot Left my mama’s family for three years on the prairie Came home on a different road than the one he left on wearily Old soldiers telling tales of a war that never came Old friends they never die, they only stay away They only stay away From the Via Dolorosa Stuck out on the high plain in an unforgiving season Your wagon was just pulling in as everyone was leavin’ Waiting on the Promised Land, fighting through the hardest time If they only came a different day they might have lived to see the sun shine Old men telling tales of a land forever lost Young men they never pay, they never count the cost They never see the loss On the Via Dolorosa Promises are broken on a rocky shoreline Dreams that go unfinished wait another lifetime Caught between the beauty and the desperation Fly out on the last plane to the final destination Young lovers always die in the final frame On the desert highway that knows no other name That knows no other name But the Via Dolorosa Written by Rob Bennett © 2003 Burning Canoe Music/SOCAN/ASCAP Rob Bennett: Vocal and guitar Tom Gillon: Guitar Jeff Monette: Bass Kevin Smith: Drums

Crash -

Crash - Artist: Album: Sonic Scenery, From: Ottawa, Please Support and purchase 'Crash' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/thebushpilots), Date Posted: May 5, 2006

Forty seven years I’ve logged this mountain Another twenty more I’ve lived this land Exceptin’ those five years I served your country We said no but you didn’t understand My house is falling down, my sight is fading But my back’s still strong and my motor’s running still It’s got power to spare and a nasty disposition Watch my brakes as I’m coming down the hill Put it out before it spreads like crazy Compromise solution run aground If I pulled you out when you were drownin’ You still wouldn’t know what it’s all about Would you look at me like your forgotten savior Or forget me just like all them times before Just pack my bags without liftin’ a finger And give me one last hateful look as I shut the door Eight hundred thousand people left this city Maybe headed west don’t know for sure Swept upon the winds of desperation Nothing was left behind that would endure But my life goes on and the mountain’s there forever Still stretchin’ out from the highlands to the downs And when that day comes and the house comes crashin’ You know we’ll never hear it make a sound Put it out before it spreads like crazy Written by Rob Bennett © 2003 Burning Canoe Music/SOCAN/ASCAP Rob Bennett: Vocals and guitar Tom Gillon: Guitar and vocals Jeff Monette: Bass Kevin Smith: Drums Dave Draves: Organ

Designer Life -

Designer Life - Artist: Album: Sonic Scenery, From: Ottawa, Please Support and purchase 'Designer Life' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/thebushpilots), Date Posted: May 7, 2006

The Chevrolet’s sittin’ in the driveway I would leave but I wouldn’t get far I tell you one time it was a Ferrari And a few other fancy Italian cars I worked it all out I thought I set it up perfectly You know that I used to own this town I’d hit all my marks but now it’s all comin’ back to haunt me My designer life is comin’ down Ma your goldenboy lost all his glitter I thought that an honest man would have no clout You always said I was never a quitter But that was before the bottom fell out I worked it all out I thought I set it up perfectly You know that I used to own this town I’d hit all my marks but now it’s all comin’ back to haunt me My designer life is comin’ down In a moment the tables were turned and I needed a quick turnaround In a blink of an eye I looked at the TV and it all was done It all was gone You know all the while I should have listened To all the signs I passed back on the road That said I’d be designed right out of the system Now I’ve got nothin’ but this long journey home I worked it all out I thought I set it up perfectly You know that I used to own this town I’d hit all my marks but now it’s all comin’ back to haunt me My designer life is comin’ down Written by Rob Bennett © 2003 Burning Canoe Music/SOCAN/ASCAP Rob Bennett: Vocal, electric 12 string guitar, acoustic guitar Tom Gillon: Guitar and vocal Jeff Monette: Bass Kevin Smith: Drums Dave Draves: Organ

Halfway Lake -

Halfway Lake - Artist: Album: Sonic Scenery, From: Ottawa, Please Support and purchase 'Halfway Lake' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/thebushpilots), Date Posted: May 7, 2006

There’s a full moon rising on a misty lake Daylight is fading by the shadows chased away Listen for you footfalls coming to the door Nowhere to be found comfort me no more There was a blazing fire we were safe and sound Nothing really mattered when you were still around I’ll never forget that moment on that winter’s day When I reached out to touch you but you had faded away Nothing could ever stop me From missing you anymore When the night comes calling Knocking on my door When the shadows came crawling Across my floor You never see it coming When the daylight goes running Back to Halfway Lake You won’t come around no more So many years have faded but the memory’s like today Never thought that you would leave there was so much left to say Nothing could ever stop me From missing you anymore When the night comes calling Knocking on my door When the shadows came crawling Across my floor You never see it coming When the daylight goes running Back to Halfway Lake You won’t come around no more Back to Halfway Lake You won’t come around no more Back to Halfway Lake Don’t come around here no more Written by Rob Bennett © 2003 Burning Canoe Music/SOCAN/ASCAP Rob Bennett: Vocal and guitar Tom Gillon: Guitar and vocal Jeff Monette: Bass Kevin Smith: Drums Pat Robillard: Pedal steel

New Levels Of Truth -

New Levels Of Truth - Artist: Album: Sonic Scenery, From: Ottawa, Please Support and purchase 'New Levels Of Truth' from ProjectOpus.com (http://www.projectopus.com/thebushpilots), Date Posted: May 9, 2006

Used to get together on Friday nights Just a little after nine You knew I knew that you knew your shit And you used to listen to mine We had the compass and the direction was certain But you ain’t gonna get there if the car it ain’t workin’ Searchin’ everywhere Couldn’t find you I was searchin’ for you You were searchin’ for New levels of the truth Just tryin’ to fight your blues On the back of the last rinse cycle You were tryin’ to hang on You nearly blew up the house with me in it You knew I could never stay on What do you get when all your references are dead You get around it by numbing all our heads Searchin’ everywhere Couldn’t find you I was searchin’ for you You were searchin’ for New levels of the truth Just tryin’ to fight your blues Written by Rob Bennett © 2004 Burning Canoe Music/SOCAN/ASCAP Rob Bennett: Vocal and guitar Tom Gillon: Guitar and vocal Jeff Monette: Bass Kevin Smith: Drums Dave Draves: Piano Maureen Hogan: Vocal