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EDNA (Well On My Way)
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"She walks the streets at midnight, her life bagged in her arms / Her fantasies are friendly, her memories mean her harm" (Photo credit unknown)
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The Story of Oly Oly was raised by a family of beavers in the wilds of British Columbia after being inadvertently left at a forest campsite by his Swiss parent
BAND MEMBERS OLY M. PUK: Vocals, uke and lubrication BINDER 'Squash Me' PANU: Bass, veggie snacks, bouncer RICKI 'Sue Me' SANTINI: Percussion, money laundering, bail AUSTIN 'Mucky-Muck' KOWLOON: Keyboards, greasing palms, looks of disdain THE STORY OF OLY Oly was raised by a family of beavers in the wilds of British Columbia after being inadvertently left at a forest campsite by his Swiss parents who were rushing for a ferry in Prince Rupert. By the time they noticed Oly wasn't in the back of their rented motor home, Oly's parents were already on the ferry to Port Hardy, and they were too embarrassed to tell anyone. (Plus, they had another son back home who was showing more promise.) So they decided to keep their mouths shut and continue their journey across Canada. It wasn't until many years later that Oly's beaver parents told him he wasn't their real son, and Oly was so traumatized, he threw his retainer (overbite) and some bark chips in a backpack and started hitch hiking to the big city. That's where he met Ricki Santini, who was scalping tickets outside GM Place at the time to pay her way through law school. Ricki taught Oly how to survive on the mean streets and dance floors of Vancouver and was there for him when Oly discovered there was more than one meaning to the word 'beaver'. It was a fateful rainy night one autumn when Oly and Ricki decided to try ripping off a cab driver by jumping out of his taxi when they got to their destination. That cab driver was Binder Panu, who had them both by the scruff of the neck with their feet off the ground before they'd made it twenty yards. Binder smacked them together like cymbals a couple times until Ricki started pulling bills out of her pockets and smooth-talking her way out of it. Which is how Binder and Ricki discovered they had a mutual love for masala dosa and idli. (Oly was bawling like a baby and making strange animal sounds.) After a late-night snack at ****** , they decided they really should do something meaningful with their lives. And doing it together would be like, even more cool, dude. So they pooled their money and bought a Play Station 2. Years later, they had bonded in a way that only countless hours of video games can lead to, and when Guitar Hero came out, they discovered their unbelievably awesome musical talents. That's when they formed the band "RICKI, BEAVER, and BINDER", which was an abysmal failure since real instruments are much harder to play than video games. But they stuck with it and eventually ran into Austin Kowloon at a Rave when they were all on E and discovered they really, really, loved hugging each other. (That was the one and only time in their lives they have ever taken drugs because drugs are very, very bad for you. Unless they're made by massive pharmaceutical companies, of course.) Austin joined the band, suggested the name change, and had all the connections they needed to make it BIG! Well, not really big, but his daddy did let them play under the tent at the family's annual Dim Sum and Fox Hunt Party. Anyway, that's Oly's story, and he's sticking to it.
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Peak #543
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August 11, 2010
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WELL ON MY WAY She walks the streets at midnight, her life bagged in her arms Her fantasies are friendly, her memories mean her harm She talks to make sure loneliness is always kept at bay And if you listen closely I'm sure you'll hear her say "There is no Lord to listen so there is no need to pray We're born to begin dying and I'm well on my way" Her words were cold and bitter when I woke her from deep sleep Her bag clutched like a pillow, an empty bottle at her feet I told her to be leaving before the first train came Then I sank into her dark eyes and I swear I heard them say "There is no Lord to listen so there is no need to pray We're born to begin dying and I'm well on my way" A life of open winters was singing in her breath The bottle was her companion, her saviour would be death She seemed so lost and scattered that I started on my way But I froze to hear her saying, "May you never feel the pain "When there is no Lord to listen so there is no need to pray When you're born to begin dying and you find you're well on your way" I sat that night and listened to a life I could have been A life within a nightmare, all hope within a dream I've had my family near me, she's never had one home Her mama left her dying the day that she was born, saying "There is no Lord to listen so there is no need to pray We're born to begin dying and I'm well on my way" My money found her open, but my pity met with scorn She said she knew some rich men who needed it much more Though fate had not been friendly she'd fought to find her way And when the Reaper called her she'd have no debts to pay "Cause there is no Lord to listen so there is no need to pray We're born to begin dying and I'm well on my way" I don't know why old Edna was the one to cut my heart I'd found so many others lying hopeless in the dark She lifted up her bundle then she turned and walked away I shivered, deep inside me I heard the voices say "Is there no Lord to listen? Is there no need to pray? Are we born to begin dying? Am I well on my way?" ?1981 Van Clayton Powel
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