That Perfect Day

by Poor Man's High

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released March 8, 2019

Poor Man’s High are:

auBrey Friesner – Lead and Backup Vocals, Trumpet
Frank Babic – Lead and Rhythm Guitars
Scott Fairbairn – Bass (all songs except “Good Life”)
Georg Feil – Keys
Sonny Bell – Drums
Cameron Draper – Alto Sax
Steven Gwartz – Baritone Sax
Shari Balga – Backup Vocals
Valerie Henry – Backup Vocals

Additional Contributing Musicians::

Jeremy Worden – Tenor Sax
Matthew Bawtinheimer – Trumpet
Jason Hynes – Rhythm Guitar on “Good Life”
Marco Ferraro – Bass on “Good Life”

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Poor Man's High Toronto, Ontario

Poor Man's High excites audiences with our high energy performances and eclectic mix of original and cover songs. We love all genres from funk n’ reggae to rock n’ soul! Whether rich, poor or somewhere in between, we believe that everyone should have access to, and get naturally high on great music (like ours)! ... more

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Track Name: She's My Sister
[Verse 1]

Playing in the backyard of our
Mama’s home
Never had a care in the world
No we worried ‘bout nothin’ at all
We spent day and night and night and day
Dreaming ‘bout where we are
Dreaming dreams of better lives
That always seemed so very far
We lived
by hook and crook – no we never had a dime
But we laughed and jeered and danced and cheered
Always had a good time!

[Chorus 1]

She’s my sister
And I’m her brother
We both came from
(From) The same mother
My oldest friend
My Irish twin
And I can’t imagine
Life without her!

[Verse 2]

We were chums at summer camp
Boy Scouts and Girl Guides.
Letting it all hang out
We had nothing to hide.
Coming of age in the 70’s
When the world seemed so free
Nothing we couldn’t be.
We lived like tomorrow would never ever come.
Yah we shed no tears and had no fears
Just had so much fun!

[Chorus 2]

She’s my sister
And I’m her brother
We both came from
(From) The same mother
My oldest friend
My Irish twin
And I can’t imagine
Life without her!
Ah she’s my sister
And I LOVE her!
Ah we both came from
(From) The same mother
My oldest friend
My Irish twin
And I can’t imagine
Life without her!

[Bridge]

[Backup Vocals Lead]
She’s my sister
I’m her brother
She’s my sister
My sister my sister!
She’s my sister
I’m her brother!
She’s my sister
And I am her brother!

[Verse 3]

So we’re adults now
Together we’ll grow old.
With kids of our own
Living in our own homes.
We live day and night and night and day
Happy bout where we are.
Happy ‘bout the better lives that now are all ours.
We live with peace and love – yah we always make the time.
To laugh and jeer and dance and cheer
Always have a good time!

[Chorus 3/Outro]

She’s my sister
And I’m her brother
We both came from
(From) The same mother
My oldest friend
My Irish twin
And I can’t imagine
Life without her!
Ah she’s my sister
And I’m her brother (yah!)
Ah we both came from
(From) The same mother (yah!)
My oldest friend
My Irish twin
And I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t
Can’t can’t can’t can’t can’t can’t
Live without her!
Track Name: Something's Gonna Getcha
[Verse 1]

Smoke and fumes in a concrete jungle
Just want to get to work today
Like a cowboy on a 2-wheeled ride
Shades covering my wide eyes.
Maybe I'll make it, maybe I won't.
Should I try? I think I may!
Pot holes, jay walkers, road raging drivers,
Are always in the way.
Pre-Chorus
We are in... a time of love and hate!

[Chorus 1]

If one thing doesn't getcha another one will!
If one thing doesn't getcha another one will!
If blind van doesn't run you down
In a narrow lane that's only meant for one...
If one thing doesn't get you another one will!
[Verse 2]

Broken roads like a tattered war zone
Hope my curtain call’s not today
Like a knight on a rolling steed
Strike me – there’ll be a seen!
Maybe I'll make it, Maybe I won't.
Should I try? I think I may!
Sewer grates, broken glass, other riders on my ass,
Are always in the way!
These roads are... about greed and pain!

[Chorus 2]

If one thing doesn't get you another one (pause) will!
If one thing doesn't crush you another one (pause) will!
Don't want another bike to run you over?
Better rub your four-leaf clover!
If one thing doesn't get you another one will!

[Bridge]

Construction zone,
Drunk drivers on the road
Other bikers, motor riders,
Granny in the fast lane!
Long boarders skatin’ down the
Wrong side of the road
UppaBaby stroller mommas
Talking on their iPhones!

It’s like they’re in for the kill (x3)
It’s like they want your head!
It’s like they’re in for the kill (x3)
It’s like they want you dead!
These roads are... about greed and pain!

[Chorus 2]

[Outro]

It’s like they’re in for the kill (x3)
(Background vocals respond: It’s like they’re coming to getcha! (x3)
It’s like they want your head!
(Background vocals respond: It’s like they’re coming to getcha! (x3)
It’s like they’re in for the kill (x3)
(Background vocals respond: It’s like they’re coming to getcha! (x3)
It’s like they want you dead!
Track Name: Please Don't Rain On My Parade
[Verse 1]

I’m sorry… not really.
Been busy doing other things.
Been tied up with my life (now)
Just trying to make ends meet.
Been working smart all week
Now it’s time for me to play.
(That’s) why I step out… on the town.
And make it better every day.

[Chorus]

(So) please, please, please, please, please,
Please don’t bring me down.
(There’s no point in trying.)
(I said) please, I’m begging you please,
Don’t rain on my parade.
(I’m just trying to have a good time.)

[Verse 2]

Please pardon my absence
Won’t be a church today.
Been out all night jammin’ with the band
And my head’s a bit heavy.
Band made me move, I couldn’t leave the groove
Now I feel like my soul has been saved!
That’s why I step out on the town
And make it better every day.

[Chorus 2]

(So) please, please, please, please, please,
Please don’t bring me down now.
(No, please don’t judge me.)
I said please, I’m begging you please,
Don’t rain on my parade.

[Middle 8]

There’s a heartbeat in the city and it’s calling.

The heartbeat of the city has been calling me all week.
The mundane day-to-day’s been bringing me down.
(Bringing me down.)
I’ve got to stay away
(……………………………Got to stay away)
From doing the same old thing!
(……………………………………From doing the same old thing!)
So please, please, please, please, please,
Please! Don’t rain on my parade!

[Verse 3]

If you think that I’m like the masses
You’ve got another thing coming.
Don’t care for pro sports (no),
Can’t stand the pop radio waves.
Got a mind of my own, always in my own zone
Never doing the same old thing.
That’s why I step out on the town
And make it better every day.

[Chorus 3]

(So) please, please, please, please, please,
Please don’t bring me down now.
(There’s no point in trying.)
I said please, I’m begging you please,
Don’t rain on my parade.
(I’m just trying to have a good time.)
(I said) please, I’m begging you please,
No don’t bring me down.
(No please don’t judge me!)
I said, please, I’m down on my knees (lord no no).

[Outro]

Please don’t bring me down (no)
Please don’t bring me down
Please don’t rain on my parade.
Please don’t bring me down (no)
Please don’t bring me down
Please don’t rain on my parade.
(Everybody sing now!)
Please don’t rain on my parade (no)
Please don’t rain on my parade
Please don’t rain on my parade
(Just one more time now!)
Please don’t rain on my parade (no)
Please don’t rain on my parade
Please don’t rain on my parade
Track Name: Freedom Is My Everything
[Verse 1]

I want to be free
In a world so many people crying.
I want to be free
In a world so many people dying.

[Verse 2]

I want to be real
In a world, so mystifying.
I want something I can feel
No more bull, no and no more lying.

[Verse 3]

I want to be free
In a world with no compassion.
I want to be free (yah)
In this world run by victims of fashion.

[Verse 4]

Patience is a virtue I know
But I know I can’t wait for freedom
Life’s turbulence with its ebbs and its flows,
I’d rather die fighting for my freedom.
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!)

[Bridge]

Lord I knows I know what’s wrong from right
(Oh oh oh)

[Bridge Refrain]

Lord I knows I know what’s wrong from right
(Oh oh oh)

[Outro]

Freedom is my everything
Freedom IS my everything!
Freedom is my everything.

I can’t wait for my freedom
My freedom, my freedom, my freedom!

Don’t hold me down
Don’t hold me back
Don’t hold me down
Don’t you hold me back

Said I gotta be free
Wanna be free
Gotta be free
Wanna be free
Gotta be free (yah)

Got to be free
Want to be free
Got to be free
I’ve got to be me

Ya-ah!
Woo ooh!
Oh yah, oh yah, oh yah, oh yah-ah-ah-ah!
Track Name: Good Life
[Verse 1]
New York, mid-December.
Grey skies overhead.
Junkies in the alleyway
Bodies strewn here and there, left for dead.
A young man’s kids have empty bellies.
Haven’t had a meal, not a single bite in one too many days.
And he hasn’t had a job, can’t make a living
In about 25 or thirty weeks.

[Verse 2]
He knows that times are hard, that’s for sure.
But he also knows damn well that he’s not dead.
Chin up, shoulders back, chest out, pull your stomach in.
Keep your eyes straight to the front, for there are blue skies ahead.
And he knows he’s got to keep it together
For tomorrow his glass will be half full
Keep on hoping, keep on moving, keep your head screwed on man,
For tomorrow – will be a brighter day!

[Chorus]
[2 bars of clapping pattern]
You’ve got to get up, drive yourself, get outta bed!
Look to tomorrow, the good life, is up ahead!
Don’t let the past frustrate you or hold you down.
Go chase your dreams now, the good life is comin’ round!
[Repeat chorus]

[Verse 3]
Grey skies don’t mean a God damn thing
When all you’ve got to do is use your brain!
Look to the good times just ‘round the corner (man)
And get your beat down ass out of bed!
Reach up, reach high, reach for the sky!
And find your strength in what gets you through the day.
You’ll feed your family, put a roof up over their heads.
Look to tomorrow, tomorrow is gonna to come!
[Jazzy Guitar Solo; Trumpet whole notes (8 bars)]

[Repeat Verse 4]
Grey skies don’t mean a God damn thing
When all you’ve got to do is use your brain!
Look to the good times just ‘round the corner (man)
And get your beat down ass out of bed! Ah get out of bed.

[Blues rock guitar solo with slow-build]
[Chorus x 2  band claps all the way through; 2nd time add keys, bass and guitar 2 note embellishments]

[Chorus x 2]

[Outro]
Do do do do do do do do!
You’ll have a good life! [Repeats until end]

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