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Taking Back Monday
03:28
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We got drunk on the Mondays, and the worries we would sing about we’d but never drink about the heartache. And it’s been done, time and time again. and then we said…
I think that its the last straw, that we should have been home by now and wish it wasn’t this hard, but it’s this hard…
Now I’ve been losing sleep on these hard wood floors I wish this face that it wasn’t yours and i’m so tired of sleeping all alone
Now Sundays’ getting better, but I wished that we still talked about the things that we thought would last forever. And its been so long, now don’t get me wrong when I say:
I think that its the last straw, that we should have been home by now and wish it wasn’t this hard, but it’s this hard…
Now I’ve been losing sleep on these hard wood floors I wish this face that it wasn’t yours and i’m so tired of sleeping all alone
And I’ve been losing sleep on these hard wood floors I wish this face that it wasn’t yours and i’m so tired of sleeping all alone
I Said hey… where did the time go She said “the hell with second chances” but second chances are all I know
I said wait… where did my life go with all the alcohol and drug abuse its making me forget all about you X2
She said the hell with second chances but second chances are all I know I’ve been fucked up like this before, but I think its time for me to go
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Take me back, to Folsom Prison
So I can sing the words I wrote for you
I fear my train is a coming
So i’ll kiss you like John kisses June
Maybe things aren’t always as they seem,
maybe i’m trying for something more
every time i think i see things clearly
you always have one foot out the door
I saw a face in my reflection
you looked at me like i look at you
crack a joke and then you smiled
you kissed me like i was john and you were june
Words are so frequently misunderstood
actions never spoke so loud before
and in the late night… you said everything
but i still had one more…
Take me back, to Folsom Prison
So I can sing the words I wrote for you
I fear my train is a coming
I fear my train isn’t coming and the whistle blows for you.
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This Is Canada
03:42
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To all the bastards who are waiting on a government cheque,
getting money for keeping quiet, i guess you can blame the 30%.
The blissfully ignorant who want change but not on their own time
because in this country it’s either get rich or get lost, to be worth a dime.
It’s been almost ten years and look what you’ve done,
the nation is scared and the moneys all gone.
You try to hide your lies behind jargon and speech,
but the terrorists aren’t coming and there's still hungry to feed.
I’m not saying I know whats best,
I’m just saying we could do better than this.
This is class war and it’s getting pretty old.
Now we talk about guns like they don’t kill men,
who will go home to their families and tell them how much he loves them.
But that’s not what we see on our t.v.’s, we see national threats not martyrs,
we can find the blood on the hands of ones that we elected to lead us.
Now as a nation we hold our tongues,
afraid to speak out on pollution that we’re breathing into our lungs.
So now I’m a terrorist in the sense that I can’t breath,
and that I wont sit idly by while you do this shit to me.
So throw me in jail, and give me a name.
Say its for national security and everybody's sake.
Cos its your constitutional freedom to speak my mind,
and you’re free to do that son as long as you don’t step out of line
If you throw away our freedoms, Just to hold onto peace of mind
Then you’re giving them what they want and leaving us all behind.
Because this isn’t a police state, no we live in provinces.
This country was built on freedom not broken promises.
So don’t sell us to the highest bid or you deserve everything you get.
This isn’t a democracy not a fascist nation.
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Annie
03:09
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I’ve been drinking myself to sleep again
cos I’ve been caught up with memories that I can’t quite explain
My heart may be weary, but there’s a burden on my mind
That the words that I’ve been speaking out might not be mine.
Take a little load off, at least for the summer
I know winter lasts too long and it’s kind of a bummer
So grab a few friends and take a few shots,
you’d be surprised at all the things you’d forgot
Gather real close and let the campfire burn
Sing a few songs and share what you learned
cos baby you know the words…
I’ve been thinking that this life ain’t what it seems
all of my friends have given up on all of their pipe dreams
But I’ve been holding onto what I have
so that I don’t turn out like my dear old mom and dad
(No Offense)
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Major/Minor- Acoustic Punk Rock from London ON. Incredibly honest, unnecessarily awkward and nervously funny. Stealing the best parts of other people's songs since late 2013.
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