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I didn’t get to go to my high school reunion because I was on tour with Trooper at the time, but as a teacher I would always hear grads (especially the girls) talking about how they would be ‘best-buds’ forever. Within weeks, though, most would separate forever, some to college, some to work and later marriage, kids, careers etc. Although the verses are about true events growing up, the chorus has an element of “Thick as Thieves’ (Trooper album) and of course the Three Musketeers when it says, “all for one, one for all, forever we had it all.
Verse 1 recounts how in grade 11 we heard the rumour that the grads had gone to Tent Island off Chemainus and ALL got drunk, got naked, and had sex. We then spent grade 12 in high expectation of our grad party where a small group of us losers (all guys, of course) ended up going to the river up Copper Canyon where absolutely nothing happened. Of course this was the 60's prior to the hippie generation where sexual activity was all talk and no action except for "that one couple."
Verse 2 is about a bunch of friends each chipping in 10 to 25 cents for gas (that's how long ago it was) and we would drive to far off places such as Duncan and Lake Cowichan in search of girls. Apparently the local girls were only beautiful to guys from out of town who thought the girls in their town were ugly. The grass does appear greener on the other side. Anyway, the door of the old Morris Oxford would fly open on corners so that the front passenger could fly out as we went around corners and then slam back in when we straightened out, much like a P.N.E. ride. Really stupid and dangerous. Of course these trips usually ended up back at the Drive-in in Duncan where the boys would have a burger and shake before heading home empty-handed. The "Screamin' round in circles, gravel shootin' high" refers to the environmentally bad practice (we know now) of racing cars on the beach at Long Beach, Tofino. Some cars got too close to the water line and got stuck.
Verse 3 is about a trip to Seaside Oregon with friend Trevor whose Mom and Dad invited me along. About 10:00 p.m. they gave in and allowed us to go to the pier where there was a ferris wheel, cotton candy etc. As we headed off, Trevor was ahead due to his being one of the fastest track athletes on Vancouve Island, so was running backwards as we talked. I yelled out, "watch out" only in time for him to turn and run straight into a bus stop sign. He splatted down on the pavement. I caught up and when I asked, "are you alright, man?" He lept up and yelled, "Women" and we proceeded on with our quest. Of course no self-respecting "woman" would even want to talk to someone with blood coagulated on the centre of his forehead and bits of rock still stuck in his head. Thank heavens for the cotton candy.
Perhaps you've sensed the recurring theme here..best described as hormonally young and stupid, but there was a great energy and the spirit was indominatable.
Monday in the classroom, rumours flying high,
Scandals from the weekend, still refuse to die,
We all knew the secrets, but we’d never tell,
Weekend education, bent on Raisin’ Hell
And oh we thought we’d be friends forever
Loves like ours would never die
Lookin’ now upon a sea of strangers
I wonder how the years passed by
Time was on the fly
We had it all, and boy could we abuse it
We had it all, never gonna lose it
We had it all
All for one, one for all, forever we had it all
Friday night we’re rollin’, blasting out the doors
Runnin’ fast on empty, got the pedal to the floor
Screamin’ round in circles, gravel shootin’ high
Though the tide was rollin’, rollin’ in,
We never would say die
And oh we thought we’d be friends forever
True loves like ours would never die
Lookin’ now all I see is a room full of strangers
Wonderin’ how the years passed by
Time was on the fly
We had it all, and boy could we abuse it
We had it all, never gonna lose it
We had it all
Running down the boardwalk,
jungle cats on the prowl
We could talk the talk, get knocked off our socks
But we’d never throw in the towel
Seems like yesterday,
but I know it’s been some years
The whole place was goin’ crazy,
cuz everyone was here
And oh we thought we’d be friends forever…
Loves like ours, loves like this could never die
We had it all, and boy could we abuse it
We had it all, never gonna lose it
We had it all
All for one, one for all, forever we had it all
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Sometimes when you’re ‘dancing as fast as you can’ you fail to nurture those who give you strength: In relationships, taking your partner or friends for granted, In life, taking the world around us for granted, and in music, forgetting that “if there ain’t no audience, there ain’t no show” (Bill Henderson, Chilliwack).
My parents were active in their church and would always support the fund-raising efforts. The “church ladies” would often sell knitted embroidery so our house had an excess of these treasures including what looked like a bulls-eye with the letters TUIT on it. On the back, it said, “for those who never get a round tuit. Quoting this lame joke in the song is an homage to Mom. I don’t know where the wooden poker chip used in the photo came from but I’ve had it for years. I thought it was time to quit complaining and record again.
Mama said,
“most days you better get with it”
Mama said,
“other days you might just as well stay in bed”
For too many days
I’ve been avoiding what’s needed
Gotta put on my boots, roll up my sleeves
Get a ROUND TUIT, it’s easy to see,
It’s about time, I told you that I love you
It’s about time, I remind you that I care
It’s about time, to do all the things I said I’d do
No more delayin’ believe what I’m sayin’
God willin’ I’m praying I’m on my way
The world outside says
“you’re too old, better quit it,
Try some botox, or dye your hair red”
But I kinda just like who I am
and what I’ve been thinkin’
So I think that I’ll think what I think that I think
And do what I want just the way that I want
Gotta joie d’avivre & a jeûne sais quoi
And beaucoup beaucoup & Bon Vivant!
It’s about time I told you that I love you
It’s about time I remind you that I care
It’s about time, to do all the things I said I’d do
No more delayin’ believe me when I’m sayin’
“If the world outside tries to drag you down
No point in whining or wearing a frown
No time like the present don’t wait another day
Quit your complaining wear boots if it’s raining,
be on your way”
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