Paul-Henry Dallaire

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

Paul-Henry Dallaire
Title: The Jack Mar Cafe Song (Written in an embalming room)
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There are just too many "Just another Sunday mornin comin down"on Google so I decided to change the title and add the real facts of this song and what it's all about .As a funeral Director in the restorative arts and what I did for a living is make dead people look alive or should I say preserve sanitize and disinfecting the remains by vascular injections means for viewing by the survivors public in general. Across the street from the Funeral Home where I was employed as a trade embalmer. Just across the street there was a restaurant called The Jack Mar Cafe, situated on the corner of Dalhousie & St.Patrick St. in a Canadian city owned by a guy an Asian named George, where occasionally on some morning we'd go for a greasy spoon breakfast. The food was good however the cockroaches were very much alive there ha ha. Anyways, one morning as I was applying my trade on some poor soul in the embalming room I heard a cry from the office out front hollering there a fire,so, I ran out to the front and guess what,? the Jack Mar Cafe was on fire. Needless to say our coffee place and our Tim Horton's of the day burned to the ground. And this story is true my friends how the song was written and why? because it was good memory and as a song writer were a little strange and eccentric and you never know what were about to tell a story about. That one morning is how I felt when I got up and left for work and how the song came into being. I hope not to offend anyone cause I respect my profession and my job . And to-day it seems there's more truth since the Internet. and so I hope the public doesn't mind the picture. One of my co-workers took a snapshot when I wasn't looking and that's what happened and I always kidded everybody that if the the Jack Mar Cafe wouldn't of burned down the Cockroaches would have eventually dragged it away,Hee Hee. Anyway one good thing about my work as an embalmer is I made the homeless and the poor intestate people look good. We had a door in the side of the embalming room where we kept clothes given to us by survivors of a previous embalming, the dead couldn't use the clothe anymore so they would bring us all the suits they had and we stored them in the closet for when we need them and needless to say it was expensive clothing and shirts galore. I remember when a customer didn't have proper burial clothes we'd go to the closet and find some,it wasn't complicated to fit as we cut all the clothes in the back so we could fit them appropriately. Ha ha. I made some hobos and bums look as good as the general with all the stripes look as good as anyone else. Here in the pit it everybody was equal except you knew by the price of the casket but never the less they looked very presentable. Just doing my job. Here's the song When I awoke this mornin I scrambled to the kitchen At the breakfast table argued with my wife "Bout some bill I didn't pay two jobs still not enough to-day To bring the bacon home I left for work So I ran downstairs and slammed the door still woozy from the night before From beer and cigarettes with my friend Ray Too much work and not enough play can give a man a failing grade Like Jekyll 'n Hyde turn a nice guy to a drunk Here is what I saw A broken vodka bottle here a pool of blood just over there Guess from a fight the night before Across the street a young girl walked a hooker fourteen years no more Just another Sunday mornin comin down Verse: I walked into a restaurant and ordered me a cup The smile the waitress gave helped pass the day Snake oil salesmen on T.V. Benny Hinn's false prophecies At least Jimmy Swaggart can sing a tune Then in walked two broken men vacant eyes open shut wide Late for work I paid my bill and left the place And I thought about Kris's Pilgrim song the demons of Johnny Cash and all And I thank the Lord for strenght to carry on Chorus,end. Here is what I saw end Words and music Paul Henry Dallaire Paul Henry Pub. SOCAN.Canada The musicians were: Germaine Belmarre: Piano synthethizer,bass and piano Gerry Dallaire: Lead guitar and steel Paul Henry Dallaire: Rhythm guitar and vocals Band is called: Men of no tomorrows