Smith St.

from by Cale Stanage

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Walking down Smith St.
With doubts in my mind
About living here
As a waste of time

The lounge was a sandbox
The hallway a shoe store
My bed wasn't made
The kitchen floor, well

Laundry everywhere
And sand on my feet
And it was a regular
Beach under my sheet

And Three month milk
And stale stoned bread
What am I doing
I rather be in bed

And 69 Smith St.
A dump to the eye
Peeps called it the poo house
They weren't telling no lie

So hey, Whadaya reckon we clean up this place
With God's grace
We can make this place
Sweet as

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from Earth Muffin, released June 1, 2009

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Cale Stanage Abbotsford

"Cale Stanage's music is an earthy blend of modern folk sprinkled with
influences spanning many genres. In a crowded field of local indie
artists Cale stands out with his unique, lighthearted, and sometimes
refreshingly humorous use of acoustic guitar, harmonica, self-crafted
percussion, and lyrical wit."
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