|When I grow up I want to be|
just like Penny Lane...
This song came to me quite unexpectantly through my little cousin. The weird part is that I had no idea he was my cousin until two years ago when my brother started bringing him around (baby bro has a nasty habit of bringing home strays). We soon discovered him as one of our own, and any talk of marrying him off to various other cousins stopped (mostly).
Zachary Lucky, a Saskatchewan born folk artist was in Gimli, Manitoba for the Icelandic Festival this August, and the boys were lucky enough to shoot some footage of this bear cub of a guy. I found very little info on Zachary himself, save for a couple positive reviews and a modest bio by Lucky himself
"My name is Zachary Lucky, and I was born and raised in Saskatoon, SK. I'm a singer of songs - hopefully I can come sing some songs for you at some point in time."
I couldn't find the lyrics to "Small Town Streets" anywhere, so I tried my best to decipher them. The song tells the story of what Zachary knows best - small town life. His lyrics are nostalgic, and his voice so soft at times, that my heart breaks a little when he sings, "Jesus Christ, isn't a pretty sight, Watching the sun go down on all the dreams we had."
Moral of this story: Check out Zachary Lucky & Prairie City Sound.
Oh rain down on me,
I’ve been walking down the small town streets
Just counting my pennies
Waiting to leave this town in the Spring
This Winter’s been hard on me
I’m sure that you know what I mean
By that bottle of Jim Beam
In the corner (??)
I saw you sitting there
You were lost in the midnight (stare?)
You were looking for the truth
Out in the cold and shallow light
And I heard you were leaving town
I could hear it in the way you sound when you’re singing your blues
Your lost in a minor key
Jesus Christ isn’t a pretty sight
Watching the sun go down on all the dreams we had