Lighthouse Keeper - Cross Canadian Ragweed

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Embed: We soared out of the atmosphere
on his magic carpet that he let me steer
Said "take the reins and I'll let you fly her"
We escalated through a thick of clouds
And our only thought was not coming down
Towards the amber glow I started to feel the fire
There was a unicorn with a neon horn
wearing a velvet saddle that was slightly worn
I pulled my mystic rug right up beside her
I sat down on a floatin stool
She knelt her head and produced a jewel
And I smiled and asked if I could ride her

And I saw the lighthouse keeper
His hollow eyes that pierced my soul
He said that I'm just a desperate seeker
Searchin' for what I did not know

On Pegasus I was flying free
Careless lost over a purple sea
When I came upon this lonesome fortune teller
She gazed into her crystal ball
and I saw that giant gavel fall
She asked if I could be her pall bearer
And I heard that gypsy prophesy
Of the tearin flesh and the mother's cry
And the crimson flow of blood that would run forever
we stood before the kings and queens
And the hooded man with the guillotine
And prepared to meet the eternal tax collector
Then I dined there with an aristocrat on his balcony with a welcome mat
and he laughed and drank all the wine from the cellarLyrics provided by TANCODEhttp://lyricsever.com/" readonly=""/>

Lighthouse Keeper Lyrics

A long haired man came to my door
Wearing Roman sandals carrying a golden sword
He said "Come with me and I'll take you higher"
We soared out of the atmosphere
on his magic carpet that he let me steer
Said "take the reins and I'll let you fly her"
We escalated through a thick of clouds
And our only thought was not coming down
Towards the amber glow I started to feel the fire
There was a unicorn with a neon horn
wearing a velvet saddle that was slightly worn
I pulled my mystic rug right up beside her
I sat down on a floatin stool
She knelt her head and produced a jewel
And I smiled and asked if I could ride her

And I saw the lighthouse keeper
His hollow eyes that pierced my soul
He said that I'm just a desperate seeker
Searchin' for what I did not know

On Pegasus I was flying free
Careless lost over a purple sea
When I came upon this lonesome fortune teller
She gazed into her crystal ball
and I saw that giant gavel fall
She asked if I could be her pall bearer
And I heard that gypsy prophesy
Of the tearin flesh and the mother's cry
And the crimson flow of blood that would run forever
we stood before the kings and queens
And the hooded man with the guillotine
And prepared to meet the eternal tax collector
Then I dined there with an aristocrat on his balcony with a welcome mat
and he laughed and drank all the wine from the cellar

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The members of Cross Canadian Ragweed -- Grady Cross, Cody Canada, Randy Ragsdale and Jeremy Plato -- have known each other pretty much since kindergarten in the band's hometown of Yukon, Oklahoma. They all wanted to get out, and music seemed like a good escape. When they all had graduated (except for Ragsdale, the youngest member), they started jamming at a party, and Cross Canadian Ragweed was born. Yukon as a rule wasn't a very musician-friendly town, but they had one notable local squarely in their corner: Ragsdale's father Johnny.

"My dad was a guitar player. He played with Bob Wills and a little bit with Reba McEntire when she was first starting out," says Ragsdale. "He really didn't want me to be a drummer but I insisted. I found a set of drums in a neighbor's trash one day and hauled them into the cellar. He kind of figured out after about a year that I was serious and finally got me a new drum set. And when he met Cody, he realized his talent and how seriously we wanted to take music, and he really pushed us. He completely drove us up the wall, but later down the road, we realized he did it for a good reason."

Once the band got its chops they moved to Stillwater, Okla., where acts like Mike McClure's Great Divide and singer-songwriter Jimmy LaFave had established enough of a local scene to earn Stillwater the nickname "North Austin" (or, depending on your perspective, "West Nashville"). Inspired by McClure's self-penned Great Divide songs (and more than a little by early Steve Earle), the band quickly grew out of its Merle Haggard and classic rock covers and began focusing on Canada's uncommonly honest and straight-forward originals. A potent foursome of albums -- 1998's Carney, 1999's Live at the Wormy Dog, 2001's Highway 377 and 2002's Live at Billy Bob's Texas -- collectively sold more 70,000 copies to date. Combined with the band's average of 200 gigs a year, Cross Canadian Ragweed cinched a place at the top of the Texas-Oklahoma music totem pole.

"We're a little more rock 'n' roll than other people [from the Oklahoma/Texas scene], and that's not a bad thing," laughs Canada, whose Southern-fried lead guitar licks betray his love of heroes like Stevie Ray Vaughan, Pete Anderson (of Dwight Yoakam fame) and Eddie Van Halen -- not to mention the fact that he's been playing since he was 8 years old.

After building a huge concert following in Texas and Oklahoma, the band decided to look into signing a record deal. In 2003, fledgling label Universal South released a self-titled album (produced by McClure) that the band recorded prior to signing their record deal. They released Soul Gravy in 2004 and Garage in 2005.

Their offical website is at www.crosscanadianragweed.com. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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