Asetha Power: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

I. At seventeen I headed west
Abandoned friends forgot the rest
Had a troubled head I was too intense
My only friend lay in my pen
Found myself drinkin’ two timin’ Gin
Livin’ on cream cheese and wheat thins

Chorus:
There are good times and worse times
You can’t begin
You’re truckin' along against the wind
Good times and worse times
Never end
Keep truckin' along against the wind
Truckin' along against the wind

II. The need for comfort grew too big
The propaganda was overwhelming
Be an Ottawa fed secured for life
Your mom’s little girl will be all right
She said "Minimum wage is the island’s lot
With your education you deserve what you’ve got"

III. Moved back to the Rock left the mainland behind
I never did get what I went there to find
I longed to ease into life on the shore
Live alongside my family’s front door
I moved in with my high school king
He said "Let’s get married there’s a sale on rings"

IV. It's always surprising the effort it takes
I'm two steps forward then I put on the breaks
But in time I look back and always say
I'm further along, did a bit everyday
So bring on the struggles I'm tough and I'm loved
I'll make my music, it's what I'm made of

(Additional) Crawled back to the city a second time
I found a man I enjoy more than rhyme
Patiently focussed on happy plans
We're in no rush there's fun to be had
All falls in line one by two
I still tend to worry but I sure feel good