SANS PÈRE

Dedicated to the young Vancouver woman whose partner vanished when he heard she was pregnant. Since she is French Canadian I put her perspective in the title. Technically it should be sans le père. My mistake sans doute.

Sans Père

You know, it’s summer when you’re singing
You’re the cheese that stands alone and laughs at the farmer in the dell
Now you’re out in the cold of the Milky Way
The man who left you’s fancy free and far away
The guy’s in shock and can’t believe that he’s a daddy
At this time yesterday we held hands down “The Drive”
Now you’re a shaman up there howling
how a pregnancy needs care
and enlist the love at every table in collective prayer
This café is a clinic where your psyche gets prepared
to spend a life with every night sans pèreevery night sans père
every night, every night
every night sans pèreevery night sans pèreevery night sans père

Open Mic nights at 9

with a breeze of joie de vivre that leads your circus flavoured mind

This place is an oasis from a world gone awry

for you, it’s just another night on fire 

another night on fire

Your heart is on your sleeve and love’s tattooed on every cell

This room is just a refuge with a chill of Zinfandel

and you’re a carousel on fire 

a carousel on fire

JP - vocals, drum programming

Charles Knowles - bass

Brendan Ostrander - drums

Tom Neville – violin

Peter McLean – keyboard

Russ Batchelor and Anne Mullins– harmony