Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On & on & On, artist - Joel Plaskett. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
On & on & On |
| You have arrived son |
| Is this the last frontier? |
| It’s quite a drive son |
| So get yourself in gear |
| ‘Cause, Kid, you ain’t home yet |
| Cement takes some time to set |
| It’s been a long haul |
| Am I knocking on the wrong wall? |
| You have arrived son |
| Messy business |
| This mess is surely mine |
| A sketchy witness |
| Picked me out a line |
| I know that I messed up |
| When I drank from that cup |
| Been entertaining |
| Now you’ve got some explaining |
| It’s messy business |
| Nova Scotian |
| That the blood that’s in my veins |
| By the ocean |
| Til I fanned those prairie flames |
| Footloose and fancy free |
| Now I’m a spinning 33 |
| Complete devotion |
| Is that the cost of love’s commotion? |
| Nova Scotian |
| Bad things happen |
| That much we understand |
| But hands keep clappin' |
| When the shit does hit the fan |
| You can’t let it do you in |
| Somebody get me my gin |
| Hands keep clappin' |
| I miss Scott Tappen |
| Bad things happen |
| So many places |
| I have traveled in my months |
| Wide open spaces |
| Down to claustrophobic trunks |
| And if they lock you down too long |
| You can pay them back in song |
| Feel it coming |
| Just like my guitar humming |
| I will pay you back now |
| I sing a verse now |
| For those come and gone |
| And left this earth now |
| And we’re stuck here rolling on |
| I can still hear Tappen tap |
| I can still hear Judy’s laugh |
| Helen’s making movies |
| And my Granny Kay, she’s baking cookies |
| They’ve come and gone now |
| Friends from high school |
| They show up now and then |
| It’s kind of awkward |
| To make like we’re still friends |
| I guess in a way we are |
| I usually see them in a bar |
| You’ve been drinking |
| Now that gets me to thinking |
| It’s kind of awkward |
| I’m just like my father |
| With calloused fingertips |
| I’m just like my mother |
| When the red wine’s at her lips |
| Been rocking on the bow |
| But I’m home to tell you now |
| I found the right rhyme |
| Without the daytime there’s no nighttime |
| Just like your parents |
| Stompin Tommin' |
| In a badass cowboy hat |
| Tutankhamun |
| The boy king of this and that |
| And when Margo starts to dig |
| I hope Reggie’s got the gig |
| Is it uncommon? |
| To have nothing in common? |
| With friends from high school |
| True deception |
| It will break your heart in two |
| We need protection |
| From the words that cut right through |
| If you wanna know how it feels |
| Under your thumb, under your wheels |
| You heartless bastard! |
| Quit denying this disaster |
| It’s true deception |
| To the point now |
| I’m tired of feeling down |
| And out of joint now |
| I’m so sick of messing around |
| Help me out now if you can |
| Won’t you lend a clapping hand? |
| I won’t disappoint you |
| No, I don’t want to disappoint you |
| What’s your point now? |
| Sheila Rogers |
| I like her speaking voice |
| Sons and daughters |
| Going down to Critic’s Choice |
| Rent a movie and stay in |
| Somebody get me my Pimm’s |
| Floorboards creakin' |
| Hush up now Sheila’s speakin' |
| It’s Sheila Rogers |
| Baby, I miss you |
| I’ve been gone too long |
| Swimsuit issue |
| Now I’m just rattling on |
| Your loving sure felt fine |
| So turn off your seatbelt sign |
| Hear me knocking |
| This deadbolt needs unlocking |
| Baby, I miss you |
| Long and winding |
| This long, long winded road |
| Lost and finding |
| Out my future’s bought and sold |
| They’ll price me with a tag |
| Then they’ll put you in a bag |
| It’s too expensive! |
| Why you so defensive? |
| Long and winding |
| Triple record |
| Now that’s just rattling off |
| My past is checkered |
| And my future’s polka dots |
| I’ve been gone too long |
| I’m so sick of all these songs |
| You’re in the driveway |
| Our love is like a highway |
| It goes on & on & on… |