I’m highly motivated,” says postmillennial troubadour Jeremy Fisher. “I love getting my hands in there.” The Vancouver-based writer/artist used those hands (which are generally affixed to his trusty acoustic guitar) to shoot the stop-motion footage and fashion the anthropomorphic title character of his $60 homemade video for “Cigarette,” which has became a viral phenomenon of mega-proportions on YouTube, with north of 2 million views as this is written.
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Ain't Got Nothing But Plenty Of Time - Jeremy Fisher
Capo 2 (Sounding key of A)
G (G/C) EmCD x2 w/ harmonica
G (G/C) We don't know this road we ride on DAmG We don't barely know ourselves G (G/C) Don't take nothing for granted DAmG Don't take nothing from no one else
The kids we were when we were younger Rolled the years like cigarettes She kept her dreams in her back pocket An' I though I lost mine on a stupid race track bet
GEmCDG She is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of time
Spent a while in Minnesota Trego, Minong, and the rest Found and old friend and a malt shop and a junk yard An' got the fever and headed west
The Rocky Mountains broke her ankle Lake Louise broke her fall We watched the seasons change Canada You know it don't get much better than this at all.
She is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of time
Thumbed a ride outside the foothills It felt like something in us died So why'd they have to clear cut anyway she cried You don't wanna pick on no one twice your size.
My old man lives out on the island Apples, berries, pie, and jam We had our fill so me and Jill rolled down the hill To find some work for the winter months ahead
She is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of time
The northwest winters are cold and rainy This old house up beacon hill You know there's days we wanna roll outta here When the weather clears we probably will
We don't take nothing for granted And don't take nothing from no one else we don't know this road we ride on Hell, we don't barely know ourselves EmCDG We don't barely know ourselves
She is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of time