3 GUYS FROM THE PRAIRIES

3 GUYS FROM THE PRAIRIES

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"What sounds like the start of a terrible joke is instead one of the best nights out featuring 3 gifted songwriters playing the funniest & most beautiful songs you'll hear anywhere from Toronto to Moose Jaw."

Biography

"What sounds like the start of a terrible joke - has turned into one of the most enjoyable singer-songwriter nights in Toronto. Featuring Jeff Straker, Grant Tilly and David Hein, (who hail from MB, SK and AB) 3 GUYS FROM THE PRAIRIES offers some of the funniest and most beautiful songs you'll hear anywhere from Toronto to Moose Jaw. Ranging from cabaret pop, to homegrown acoustic folk and theatrical rants, 3 GUYS FROM THE PRAIRIES is a do not miss show from 3 gifted performers".

Critically acclaimed and award-winning singer/songwriters, Jeff, Grant, and David deliver a night of prairie stories, hilarious banter, audience participation, and unbelievably good songs. 3 GUYS FROM THE PRAIRIES only happens when these 3 find themselves in the same city at the same time - which isn't too often - so come on out and bring a friend! This is a guaranteed great time.

Lyrics

Where's My Jetpack?

Written By: David Hein

When I was almost 11 you know
I used to watch the Jetson’s
And I got to thinking
This is what the future’s going to be

But now I am 29 again
And I’m wondering when the past is going to end
Can we cut to the future
But I’m not sure that it’s ever coming

Where’s my jetpack?
Where’s my jetpack?
Where’s my jetpack now?

I remember in the back of the comics
You could mail order a set of xray specs
And I daydreamed if I had a pair
I could see my teacher’s derriere yeah

And if I knew a scientist I might insist
That they stop curing cancer and get to my wishlist
Cause world peace and making diseases stop
Can’t compare to a car that talks

Where’s my jetpack?
Where’s my jetpack?
Where’s my jetpack now?

I want a sidewalk that moves
I want hovercraft shoes
I want an airplane turns into a car
I want to live in a nice neighbourhood on Mars
I want space travel and space battles
And pacemakers that don’t rattle
And robots that hate us and satellite bases
I want a brand new version of Scrabble

Where’s my jetpack?
Where’s my jetpack?
Where’s my jetpack now?

Lasers, I want lasers, I want lasers, I want lasers
On everything
Lasers, I want lasers, I want lasers, I want lasers
On everything
Lasers, (laser shoes) I want lasers, (laser socks)
I want lasers (laser cat) I want lasers (laser dog)
Lasers, (laser wife) I want lasers, (laser hat)
I want lasers (laser chair) I want lasers (laser jet pack)

Where’s my jetpack?
Where’s my jetpack?
Where’s my jetpack now?

Flat Lines

Written By: J Straker

She spent time every day,
memorizing ways she could be like ‘em
A million different shades to try
But the music in her hair,
was screamin’ far too loud
She never put it there,
and she couldn’t comb it out

When she’d talk, they’d look away, like a radio with static on the air,
no one cared, what she had to say
And in the kitchen, after dinner,
all the washing kept her brain clean,
But it must have gotten dirty
cuz they’d scrub it out again,
they’d scrub it out again, ya ya ya ya

CHORUS:
She’d dream late at night,
always in black and white
and her ups and downs were flat lines
Racing with no end no angles, or bends,
just flat lines she was almost dead, almost dead

On the toilet, ink on tin walls,
thoughts racin out her pen
Things you don’t dare say,
but she didn’t care
Name & number, in yellow highlighter
here’s where you can reach me, I’ll-be-there

She’d gather grains of sand,
and gave ‘em little names and they
sang in a rock band and when they took a break
She’d whisper SOS, SOS, SOS ya ya ya ya

CHORUS

One afternoon at Tim Horton’s,
She stole a whole black forest cake
And ran across the street,
and fed it to a statue of Alexander the great,
While screamin out her lungs Everyone needs cake

And people laughed at the freak,
smirkin’ oh what fun
But she couldn’t laugh a-long,
cuz the pills had left her
Numb, numb, so numb ya ya ya ya

CHORUS:

Book Mark

Written By: J Straker

Good looking, sense of humour
Like long walks at the beach
Don’t smoke, gemini spiritual
Only drink socially
I’ll book mark that and initiate a chat
When I’ve picked all the pieces of my heart
up off the floor

Stagefright

Written By: David Hein

This curtain opens in an hour
And the lighting’s losing power
And the leading lady says she’s feeling sour
Backstage it’s like a train wreck
Since Mister Director
Took his name off the project
And quit

What if we put on a show
And nobody came
Would nobody know – no
What if I forgot my lines
And said what I felt
Would anyone stop me before I
dismayed myself

This show is going down the toilet
If it was a needle, I’d probably boil it
Cause it looks infected, there’s something dejected
About this whole process, without any focus
I’m getting the heck out

What if I put on a show
And nobody came
Would I just go home, would I just go home
What if I forgot my lines
And said what I felt
Would anyone stop me before I
betrayed myself

If I talk to myself then I might get some answers
I could fire the actors and get me some dancers
If we just had a barn, we could put on a show
Even though there’s no exit, we could wait for Godot
And if we got a Tony, we might get to Broadway
And then we’d get Nathan Lane to perform in an odd way
I can read the reviews, I can handle the critics
I can swallow the truth, but I can’t get back in it
I’m losing my part, I’m losing my cues
It’s breaking my heart cause I’m losing you

What if we put on a show
And nobody came
Would nobody know who you were - no
What if I forgot my lines, and said what I felt
What anyone stop me before I
displayed myself

This curtain opens in a minute
The speaker says places, the actors get with it
The theatre’s hungry, they’re seating the critics
And backstage the blacklight is lighting the hall

And nobody whistles and no one says Macbeth
And nobody’s happy with this holy mess

What if we put on a show
And nobody came
Would nobody know
What if I forgot my lines

Would I make them up
What if I said how it’s done
And told them all how
Would anyone stop me stop me now
What if we put on a show
And nobody came
Would nobody know – no, no, no, no, no, no
What if I forgot my lines
And said what I felt
What anyone stop me before I, I, I
Amazed myself

With Open Arms

Written By: Grant Tilly

Should you want me you know I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting here with open arms
And yes I'm aware of the trouble I'm making
By plying you with these charms
And I can't understand what you're going through
I've never been where you've been and I can't say I'd want to
So take your time take every road every street
But should you find at the end only me
Then should you want me you know I'll be waiting I'll be waiting here with open arms

And maybe I'm just fooling myself
You'd say I'm only wasting my time
Well maybe but that time is mine
And last time I checked hope wasn't a crime

And should you want me you know I'll be waiting I'll be
Waiting here to take you home
But until that day we've both got our star gazing
And many roads that me must roam
And I already know all the things that you'd say
And I'll admit that you're crazy but I
mean that in a nice way
So take your time take every road eevery street
But should you find in the end only me
Then should you want me you know I'll be waiting
I'll be waiting here with open arms

Ben

Written By: Grant Tilly

Ben
He's just a guy
He sings real high
Still he's just a guy

You
You're my girlfriend
I called to see if you were busy
For the weekend

Then
You asked if I'd mind...
If Ben took you away
To the mountains for the day
So you could go and play
Out in the sun

What's Ben got?
Besides singin' like his balls are cut off?
I know I sing low
I still love you so
I still love you so

Now I
Don't want to make you cry
But if you go out with Ben
I'll have to say goodbye

But there's one thing
That I haven't tried
And I just might give it a chance
Before I die

See there's
This doctor guy
He could give me an operation
It's a simple amputation
I never wanted children anyway

All the girls will sigh
When I'm singin' oh so high
And you'll thank God above
When you find it's me that you love
It's me you love

Now Ben
He's not doin' so hot
He hasn't said a word for days
Seems his voice is shot

The doc says
It's due to vocal strife
Looks like he'll be singin' bass
For his whole life

Now you
Have got a choice
You can stick with a guy who's frazzled
Who's chords are soundin' scrambled
Or come back home with me where you belong

Don't be alone
Come on and take this baritone home
I may not sing high
But I'm a really nice guy
So pick up the phone
And make this baritone
Your own

Discography

Jeff Straker:
STEP RIGHT UP (2008)
SONGS FROM HWY 15 (2005)
PETRIFIED (2003)
MIDDLE OF SOMEWHERE (2002)

Grant Tilly:
BEFORE MY EYES (2003)

David Hein:
NORTH OF NOWHERE (2006)
LIVE AT C'EST WHAT (2004)

Set List

Round-robin style singer/songwriter nights including songs like "Where's my jetpack?" "Birch Bark Canoe" and "Thank you for making me pancakes" mixed with Prairie-themed covers like "Go West."