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Lads
05:35
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A few lads gather around a table in banter, parklifers dwelling, glazed over eyes
Made the most of a night but didn't make it too far, no need to go far when the boys are nearby
*Oooooooh*
And the lipstick on my face in the mornin', means that we had a fuckin' time last night
She was gone in an instant, fleeting now distant. As they always do, but the boys are still tight
*Oooooooh*
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I am a Dog
03:07
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He's got sweat, down his back, at his desk
He's too cool, for your school, that's a wrap
Cigarettes, are his friend, he smokes them
Alcohol, is his friend, his very best friend
I am a dog, throw me a bone! Give me something to rest easy in!
Well are you happy? Well I'm not happy. Take it easy and let loose!
He's got sweat, down his back, at his desk
He's too cool, for your school, that's a wrap
Cigarettes, are his friend, he smokes them
Alcohol, is his friend, his very best friend!
I am a dog, throw me a bone! Give me something to rest easy in!
Well are you happy? Well I'm not happy. Take it easy and let loose!
I am a dog, throw me a bone! Give me something to rest easy in!
Do you think I'm happy? Why don't you ask me! Take it easy and let loose!
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3. |
Toxic Waters
08:29
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So let's abort that plan it's just no good, a long winded road of pain
And the first thing that I'll say to you is that I don't play any games
An attempt to converse isn't good enough, I want to see lasting change
But a bluff followed by a bluff isn't much, just pushes me further away
GO!!
*Oooh ooh oh*
It just couldn't be, so just let it be, forcing things won't work out well
Manipulation isn't quite enough to get me to do things
See how it will fall, when you're vying for it all
Oooh ooh oh oh, ooh oh oh oh
And the first time that I'll speak to you since we had called it off
Is a chance for you to suck me in, dig further with your claws
Oooh ooh oh I know you're struggling, but aren't we all?
Victims of our mind, they're your problems but they're not mine
It just couldn't be, so just let it be, forcing things won't work out well
Manipulation isn't quite enough to get me to do things
See how it will fall, when you're vying for it all
Oooh ooh oh oh, ooh oh oh oh
***many more "Oooh"'s down the rabbit hole we go***
So let's abort that plan it's just no good, a long winded road of pain
And the first thing that I'll say to you is that I don't play any games
An attempt to converse isn't good enough, I want to see lasting change
But a bluff followed by a bluff isn't much, just pushes me further away
GO!!
*Oooh ooh oh*
It just couldn't be, so just let it be, forcing things won't work out well
Manipulation isn't quite enough to get me to do things
See how it will fall, when you're vying for it all
Oooh ooh oh oh, ooh oh oh oh
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King's Court
02:46
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Fleeting feeling, mind is stumbling
Couldn't fit a body in a casket, couldn't even knot the rope
Gluttony's eating, she is now walking
Down the little backstreet behind the sun, you'll find her there
Now that I'm much older, I can't find much pleasure
Can't get me no satisfaction, oh my my
I'm my own messiah, piecing it together
Picking up this broken life one semblance at a time
Fleeting feeling, mind is stumbling
Couldn't fit a body in a casket, couldn't even knot the rope
Gluttony's eating, she is now walking
Down the little backstreet behind the sun, you'll find her there
All the time we're slipping, away from the way we came
Life goes on without you, shut up and play the game
Then I fall into you, and lose a little bit of myself!
Time goes on, and on and on, passing by the day
***"bum bum bum, ahhh ahh" ensues in riotous joviality"
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And I don't know how I feel, I just don't know how to feel
Surely it's been a while
Comic books and sullen looks, a glance from her has got me shook
It's surely been, a long while
*Oooh*
Surfing through the thick of it, I never wanna be caught dead
Messing a good thing again
*Oooh*
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6. |
Song for Junebug
04:28
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Yeah my grandmother, she was an Indian
Life was tough, but she made it through
Had no silver spoon, forced into a school
A little alcohol to numb those blues, a little alcohol to numb them blues
Getting passed on down, through the eras
Handed off to my kin and theirs too
And it's a long way home and I'm feeling so alone, if only you could feel the truth
Picture your baby, lost without you
Life is but cowboys versus Indians, the capitalists and catholics on one side
And it's a long way home, and I'm feeling so alone, a cold path to my demise
What right did they have to take her life
So goodbye to the motherland, goodbye to my home
Goodbye to everything I know, I'll see you in the next life
Goodbye to my family, goodbye to my friends
Goodbye to everyone I know, someday we will meet again
Yeah my grandmother, she was an Indian
Life was tough, but she made it through
And it's a long way home and I'm feeling so alone
A little alcohol to numb them blues, a little alcohol to numb those blues
*There always comes a time where we have to bid farewell, to family, past, present and future
Couldn't get ya out, but I've always got ya in, and that's nice
And while you're there, could you say hey to Chris for me? And Robert too. Hope you're all doing well
Sometimes the hand we're dealt isn't ideal, but all you can do is make do
There's time to mourn, time to celebrate, and time to reconcile
Life goes on, and so must you*
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She has an average face, but she's got pretty feet
And that's so redeeming, but it's a reckoning
Things go unnoticed and then they creep up alongside your psyche, oh please!
And then I go to her, or does she come to me?
Whichever does occur, well, it's the same in the end
Or really is it now? I'm so invisible
Something's I want, are always out of reach
I hear they're playing Soundgarden in there, I hear they're playing it loud
*so fucking loud*
I hear they're playing Soundgarden in there, I hear they're playing it now
*who gives a fuck*
She's got a pretty face, but she's got ugly feet
Gets likes on Instagram but lacks a personality
Is it our culture to be an activist about every goddamn thing, that we cannot change?
I hear they're playing Soundgarden in there, I hear they're playing it loud
*so fucking loud*
I hear they're playing Soundgarden in there, I hear they're playing it now
*who gives a fuck*
I HEAR THEY'RE PLAYING SOUNDGARDEN IN THERE! I HEAR THEY'RE PLAYING IT LOUD!!
*SO FUCKING LOUD!!!*
I hear they're playing Soundgarden in there, I hear they're playing it now
*who gives a fuck*
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Cam Hopkins & the King Rat Montreal, Québec
Alt-rock 4-piece playing with genre, based out of Montreal, Quebec and Thunder Bay, Ontario
a little grunge, some surf and country, spiced with vocal harmonies and pop-sensibilities
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