That Perfect Day

by Poor Man's High

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1.
[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!
2.
[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!
3.
[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
4.
[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!
5.
Good Life 07:46
[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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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 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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