Poetic Off License

by T.C. Folkpunk

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Recorded one afternoon (I think it might have been a Thursday, but don't quote me on that) in April 2018, in a bedroom somewhere nearby.
The tracks are a mix of new and old songs, some going as far back as a mythical time known as the 1990s.

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released May 10, 2018

Engineered and produced by TC
Mastered by TC

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T.C. Folkpunk Toronto, Ontario

One guy with a guitar and a notebook full of lyrics.

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Track Name: Some Life
Did you ever stop to wonder,
As you turned into a number,
If they ever had your best interests at heart?
Or were you being harvested for parts?

Like some lunatic,
Working yourself sick,
For some glass and bricks,
Some life.

They dangle out the carrot,
And exaggerate the merits,
Of chasing hollow dreams filled with receipts,
And your training keeps you craving the deceit,

Like some lunatic,
Working yourself sick,
For some glass and bricks,
Some life.

That's some life you're living there, on a treadwheel to nowhere,
Nowhere fast.
You could have been a clever lad, had you had it with being had,
Had your chance.

For your financial scheming,
And materialistic dreaming,
You got nothing but a credit bill to show,
And a weekend with your office work in tow,

Like some lunatic,
Working yourself sick,
For some glass and bricks,
Some life.

That's some life you're living there, on a treadwheel to nowhere,
Nowhere fast.
You could have been a clever lad, had you had it with being had,
Had your chance.

It seems the sole conclusion,
Is that you've been in collusion,
Unknowingly as they pull on your strings,
And you line up Boxing Day for useless things,

Like some lunatic,
Working yourself sick,
For some glass and bricks,
Some life,
Some life,
Some life.
Track Name: You're Someone Else's Problem Now
All of these things you don't say,
All of these things in their own way,
Say so much more than the words,
Ever could manage, you've done your damage,

Talk about low self-esteem,
As you believe silly daydreams,
Open your eyes just once,
You had your chance at hopeless romance but,

You're someone else's problem now,
And I don't care who or where or how,

Well it took the mickey from me,
Seeing your hand rest on his knee,
Still he's just watching TV,
He pays no attention to your affections

I don't know which I hate most,
Being so wrong or coming so close,
Nothing that I do will change,
Your sick demeanour, time to come clean dear,

But you're someone else's problem now,
And I don't care who or where or how,

Your problems are his problems now,
My problem's I can't stop smiling out loud,

You're hungry for all of the looks,
When I was starved you had me hooked,
Now I rebound from a void,
Life's little lessons leave their impressions

But you're someone else's problem now,
And I don't care who or where or how,

You're someone else's problem,
You're someone else's problem,
You're someone else's problem,
Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh,
Track Name: Page Before Me
A clean page before me, like a child's mind,
So many ways to fill up the space,
I've got my diploma, got my degree,
Sharpen my hatchet, let's see you match it
I'll give you a place to bury your face,
Read what I've written, now you've been smitten,
I am no hack, but I'll stretch the facts,
To fill out the dailies, it's never failed me,

A clean page before me, like a toy truck,
Fill it with candy, fill it with sand, we
Know how to sell you what you want to hear,
Take a subscription to a media tradition,
Here at the trough, we try to come off,
Politically correct, well, we all know that sex sells,
Call me some time, if you know a crime,
You can have your fame, as a source unnamed,

A clean page before me, I'm pleading the first,
License to swill, to scoop and to spill,
My mind is made up, uncluttered by truth,
Dishonest depiction of my next victim,
A blow I could smote, misprinting a quote,
I can repaint you, tarnish and taint you,
To contemplate less, I'd have to confess,
I wouldn't try it, 'cause no one would buy it.
Track Name: She's Always Closing Doors
Frustration, I'm staring at the phone,
Illusions, of the two of us alone,
Believing, she'll ring at any time,
Deceiving, myself just one more time,
She's gonna mangle it and there's nothing I can do,
Aside from sweeping up the remains and rubble too,
Will she snap out of it, and will the call come through?

Maybe she don't wanna know me anymore,
Maybe it's 'cause she's always closing doors,

Descending, the dimly lit stairs,
Misspending, two nights within her lair,
Devoted, completely so it seemed,
Footnoted, to the outskirts of her dreams,
An explanation, if not two, would quite suffice,
And all the better if explained by candlelight,
Then I could overlook her innocent oversight,

But maybe she don't wanna know me anymore,
Maybe it's 'cause she's always closing doors,

Well, to have and to hold is all I crave,
And one time get back all that I gave,
It's not such a lot for one to ask,
Excuses to cover up her tracks,
Well I could've sworn that everything was going well,
I can't decide if it was a soft or hard sell,
And I need perspective on this maddening mademoiselle,

But maybe she don't wanna know me anymore,
Maybe it's 'cause she's always closing doors,

Yeah, maybe I don't wanna know her anymore,
Maybe it's 'cause I finally closed the door.
Track Name: Wish You Could See Yourself
You don't have to be a mannequin, so don't you even try,
Keep in mind that old cliche, 'bout the beholder's eyes,
Here's pearl of wisdom that I'd like you to wear,
If you know where you wanna be, then you're halfway there,

And I wish that you could see yourself,
The way that I see you,
How I wish that you could see yourself,
You'd appreciate the view,

So just throw away those magazines, that tell you what to do,
They take away your self-esteem, and sell it back to you,
Forget about the photographs and forget about the words,
And forget those plastic dollies with the air-brushed curves,

And I wish that you could see yourself,
The way that I see you,
How I wish that you could see yourself,
You'd appreciate the view,

See yourself, and you can choose the angle,
Free yourself, from all that has entangled you,

When I look at you I have to say, there's nothing I would change,
Nothing I would alter, no, nothing rearranged,
You can't measure up to their yardstick when it's 22 miles long,
So don't even waste your time trying to right their wrong,

And I wish that you could see yourself,
The way that I see you,
How I wish that you could see yourself,
You'd appreciate the view,

Oh I wish that you could see yourself,
The way that I see you,
How I wish that you could see yourself,
You'd appreciate the view.
Track Name: I'm Not Bitter
Forgive me if I seem so sardonic
I'm not bitter as what's in this gin and tonic
Now I've become so, so irate, it's so ironic
As we cross the line from pleasure to platonic

But I'm not bitter, I've seen it all before
No I'm not bitter, if anything I'm bored

Ice cubes melting and so is my enthusiasm
Toast the opening of one final chasm
I'll endeavour to swallow my sarcasm
While overlooking the "why for"s and "wheras-ims".

But I'm not bitter, I've seen it all before
No I'm not bitter, if anything I'm bored

Can't lay the blame, there's nothing wrong with you, nothing wrong with me.
But suffice to say, that in a way, there's something wrong with us

I feel compromised by my position
Guaranteed to be a hit-and-miss proposition
Before you reload your verbal ammunition
Keep in mind one thing: I don't plan to listen

But I'm not bitter, I've seen it all before
No I'm not bitter, if anything I'm bored

But I'm not bitter, I've seen it all before
No I'm not bitter, if anything I'm bored

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