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Two tickets to East of Eden, please.
That’s right, I said two tickets, Jimmy.
I’ll pay for mine.
I expected to be sitting by Jimmy’s side,
But instead, he asked me to hide
In the trunk when we went to the drive-in movie.
Well, that’s not something that I’ll ever be doing.
I’m not gonna hide (hide) in the trunk,
Because you are low on funds.
It’ll get me (me) and my poodle skirt dirty,
When I took so much time to get purdy.
The attendant looks inside the cars
So they know how much they should charge.
I’ll hide under a blanket in the backseat,
Or I’ll buy my own ticket with my own money.
I’m not gonna hide (hide) in the trunk,
That doesn’t sound like too much fun.
It’ll get me (me) and my saddle shoes dirty,
And I spent so much time getting purdy.
Jimmy, I looked inside of the trunk,
And I noticed you didn’t clean it out.
I think I even saw a tarp and shovel back there
Jimmy, what is that all about?
You should’ve cleaned the trunk out
If me being back there is what you decided.
And even though I’m not one of those husky girls
I’m still not gonna fit inside it.
I’m not gonna hide (hide) in the trunk,
Like some fugitive on the run.
The trunk is not where a girl’s gonna be
Who’s taken some time to get purdy.
And I’ve taken some time to get purdy
You can hide in the trunk.
And I’ll be the person who drives.
That way I’ll remain so purdy
When at the parking spot we arrive.
Now bring on Mister James Dean, please
Two tickets to East of Eden, please.
That’s right, I said two tickets, Jimmy.
I’ll pay for mine.
I expected to be sitting by Jimmy’s side,
But instead, he asked me to hide
In the trunk when we went to the drive-in movie.
Well, that’s not something that I’ll ever be doing.
I’m not gonna hide (hide) in the trunk,
Because you are low on funds.
It’ll get me (me) and my poodle skirt dirty,
When I took so much time to get purdy.
The attendant looks inside the cars
So they know how much they should charge.
I’ll hide under a blanket in the backseat,
Or I’ll buy my own ticket with my own money.
I’m not gonna hide (hide) in the trunk,
That doesn’t sound like too much fun.
It’ll get me (me) and my saddle shoes dirty,
And I spent so much time getting purdy.
Jimmy, I looked inside of the trunk,
And I noticed you didn’t clean it out.
I think I even saw a tarp and shovel back there
Jimmy, what is that all about?
You should’ve cleaned the trunk out
If me being back there is what you decided.
And even though I’m not one of those husky girls
I’m still not gonna fit inside it.
I’m not gonna hide (hide) in the trunk,
Like some fugitive on the run.
The trunk is not where a girl’s gonna be
Who’s taken some time to get purdy.
And I’ve taken some time to get purdy
You can hide in the trunk.
And I’ll be the person who drives.
That way I’ll remain so purdy
When at the parking spot we arrive.
Now bring on Mister James Dean, please










![Slow Coast Heartbeat (Bowen Island)
Yeah
Horseshoe Bay behind us, ferry cuttin’ through the black water
Bowen Island nights…
West coast drizzle on the windshield…
[Verse 1]
Last boat in at Snug Cove dock
Kids still posted by the Union Steamship clock
Tourists all gone, now the island exhale
Fog roll slow past the Queen of Capilano trail
Coffee gone cold from Tell Your Friends
Old dudes still arguin’ where the good years went
One truck parked crooked by the General Store
Mud on the tires from the Mount Gardner road
Bonfire sparks down by Pebbly Beach
Cheap Bluetooth speaker barely stayin’ in reach
Somebody rappin’ over old G-funk drums
While the tide crash low and the cold wind hum
Seen rich Vancouver folks buy cedar retreats
Then panic first winter when the power cuts deep
Meanwhile island lifers laugh and grin
Light candles up and keep everything dim
Road bend dark by Grafton Lake
One wrong move and your axle break
Everybody know your truck and face
So there ain’t nowhere on Bowen to disappear for days
[Chorus]
Ferry lights glow in the Snug Cove mist
Bassline knock through the cedar drift
We don’t move fast, just lean and slide
Slow coast heartbeat with the dark-tide ride
From Artisan Eats to the pub out late
Everybody here got history and weight
From the marina wood to the shoreline blues
Island soul in rain-soaked boots
[Verse 2]
Killarney Lake trail all wet with rain
Tacoma headlights through the evergreen maze
Crab traps stacked by the government dock
Somebody tunin’ up a skiff round the clock
Bowen Pub jukebox stuck in the past
Tom Petty, Too $hort, then some old Clash tracks
One dude swear he finally movin’ away
Still sayin’ that same thing every May
Deep Bay water black as oil
Moonlight caught in the driftwood coils
And the ferry horn echo out through Howe Sound
Like the whole damn coast got a tired old growl
Cops barely seen, but the gossip move quick
By noon everybody know whose boat got hit
That’s Bowen life, rugged but warm
Rain on the cedar through another storm
[Chorus]
Ferry lights glow in the Snug Cove mist
Bassline knock through the cedar drift
We don’t move fast, just lean and slide
Slow coast heartbeat with the dark-tide ride
[Outro]
Yeah
Streetlight flicker outside Doc Morgan’s
Rain tap rhythm on the marina rails
And the sub still knock…
Across the Salish Sea… Slow Coast Heartbeat (Bowen Island)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/fMquYKMHTf0/mqdefault.jpg)