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WEEK 1: The Bed Bug Bash
03:07
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Burn all your clothes and burn through your cash,
These were the first few thoughts I had
At the bed bug bash
You bring the canvas and I'll bring the poison
You bring the canvas and I'll bring the poison gas
To the bed bug bash
Breakfast lunch and dinner
All begin to swell
All in a row like
Pretty little cockle shells
Holy shit and fucking hell
I want my money back
They're comin out of the woodwork
And they're comin in fast
Don't look now
But this party's being crashed
Watch where you go and watch who you touch
Spread the disease and don't do nothin rash
Bed bug bash
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WEEK 2: The Law
03:39
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I don't think you heard what I said / Turn around and hands on your head.
I don't think you know what I know / I can have you followed wherever you go
I don't think you see what I see / I don't think you see what I mean
I don't think you've seen what I've seen / Birdie says your lyin' in front of me
Which is to say / You're guilty in some way
Oh you're guilty in some way, guilty as charged
It's lookin' that way, uh huh, guilty as charged
You're goin' away, uh huh guilty as charged
It's lookin' that way, uh huh
I don't like the look of this place / I don't like the look on your face
I can take a stick to a juve / I can put your kid in a cube if he's rude
You can cry you want us to stop / wait until the war hits your block
We can keep the people in place / I don't think you're gruff 'nuff to stand in my place
Hey yo Anderson said: "You crossed us in your head"
Oh you're guilty in some way, guilty as charged
It's lookin' that way, uh huh, guilty as charged
You're goin' away, uh huh guilty as charged
It's lookin' that way, uh huh
We didn't know how to run until you caught us,
We didn't know how to bleed until you shot at us,
We didn't know how to fight until you taught us to live
We didn't know how to mobilize
We only know how to criticize
I confess my fellow man's a fool
You might be cruel, but baby this is cool.
Guilty as charged (guilty as charged)
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Dinosaurs in my backyard
Come back to life
Come back tonight
Just sit tight
They'll steal your babies
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights tonight
Alright, we want
Chorus:
Something, something
Something, something
For nothing, nothing, nothing for
Something, something
Something, something
For nothing, nothing, nothing at all
Oh I haven't forgotten
The tragic events of this past year
Burned in my mind
All the time
Don't think twice about taking
Some personal time
Some personal time
Well, personally I want
[Chorus]
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WEEK 4: Earth
04:09
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Watched the Earth from orbit leisurely
Felt the blood from my head rush to my feet
Wrote a letter, said my last goodbyes
Took some time to find myself in the field where I died
Never have I felt so small
Find my way back from the fall
We lost it all so long ago
But we're trying to find that old Earth
We're trying to find that old Earth
Feels like an interview
I did the best with what I had
In a nuclear attack
I miss the sky so blue
That used to come down from you
And there's no going back, I know
But we're trying to find that old Earth
We're trying to find that old Earth
We're trying to find that old Earth
(That's when the stars fell)
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WEEK 5: Another One
03:58
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It's not so difficult filling time
I find discoveries that I don't like
You don't know me I said
But I don't for sure, I don't either at all
You made me doubt myself
It's fine. Another one
You made me blink at the dream
I'm fine. Another one
But they don't know me like you
They don't know me like you
It's difficult lookin' at stuff you made
The thoughts delayed, but worth the wait.
You don't know me I said
What a foolish phrase. So foolish to engage.
You made me doubt myself
It's fine. Another one
You made me blink at the dream
I'm fine. Another one
But they don't know me like you
They don't know me like you
It's difficult it's difficult.
It's difficult it's difficult.
When will I see you again? When will I see you again?
You've been rallied round, you've been rallied round your friends
Quit blocking down, quit blocking my way
Your hands are so real in this moment.
Don't stay don't go don't stay don't go. etc.
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WEEK 6: Know Harm
03:11
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You looked after us alone
You looked after us alone
My hypothesis was wrong
And I paid the price
You will come to know harm
You may not have noticed
We turned them inside out
We're ready to believe you
Just give us a shout
You looked after us alone
You looked after us alone
My hypothesis was wrong
And I paid the price
You will come to know harm
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Trusting your secrets to no one
Ensures that no one
Remembers your name
Just keeping tabs on the neighbours
As a neighbourly favour
We feel no shame
Our children are raised by another
By our big brother
The nanny cam shows
We struggle to pay our back taxes
As the tax man relaxes
And that's how it goes
The administration
The administration
The administration
The administra
Leave work and go to your night job
It's always the right job
For minimum wage
Father forgive us our debts
As we're placing our bets
That they'll never get paid
Who keeps us greedy
When we're getting by?
And who keeps us down
When we wanna get high?
The administration
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WEEK 8: Kid with Gun
03:35
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God help the brother who goes it alone
Most blessed are those boys who help out their own
Crack the whip, you don’t know shit about us, (bullets clip grenade)
You don’t know what you made, (bullets clip grenade)
A couple years and everything undone
Move over. we are the Kid with Gun
We are, we are the kid with gun.
We are, we are the kid with gun.
Boot knife and dog fight, we keep what we kill
A box of food or two will help ease the guilt
Keep your grief, that don`t mean too much to us, (bullets clip grenade)
Cut the shit and call a spade a spade a spade (bullets clip grenade)
A couple weeks and look what we become
We`re angry. We are the Kid with Gun
Imagine that, look at me dad, you`re all that we had... were all of us bad....
You`re all that we knew, thought we could count on you, so far… Below par
We are, we are the kid with gun.
We are, we are the kid with gun.
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Brunswick Project Toronto, Ontario
52 SONGS. 52 WEEKS.
Brunswick Project is weekly music release from two of Toronto's most unique
voices, Steve Cruickshank and Joel Buxton
Listen for a new track on Soundcloud every Tuesday, with 8 song EPs released bi-monthly on Bandcamp.
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