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T​.​C. Folkpunk

by T.C. Folkpunk

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1.
Look at you, centre of the universe, But it's time for the bubble to be burst, Reality's been remote for you, it's no wonder a wake up call is due, You're either a nuisance or you're just slightly annoying, Hope you're enjoying, Being alone in a crowded room. It's the age of nefarious and it's almost fucking hilarious The way everybody assumes they're a little bit special. Give it up, you're not fooling anyone, You were through, long before you had begun, Now you're just an obstacle on my way to reaching a pinnacle, The empress has caught a chill and she's down with a fever, Hard to believe her, She's wasting all of our oxygen. It's the age of nefarious and it's almost fucking hilarious The way everybody assumes they're a little bit special. Random acts of mindlessness, Excelling at your own excess, Seems the more things change, The more you stay insane. That's enough, I won't take it anymore, I'll let you, find your own way to the door, Stop playing with platitudes if you want my infernal gratitude, I don't need your hollow smile or your hollower greetings, I'm not competing, With you for your own affections. It's the age of nefarious and it's almost fucking hilarious The way everybody assumes they're a little bit special. All the Lotharios, they're lotharious, all of this bullshit's gonna bury us, Waking up to the dawn of the age of nefarious, the age of nefarious.
2.
Take a Mouskarette and make it a star, Lacking any substance it'll go far, Dumb it down for toothless thinkers, Proud to wear their blinkers, Zero to Hero, in sixty seconds, No fear, no, nobody knows your career low, Is ten more seconds away. Put it on display in every mall, Plastic makes perfect perfectly dull, Transcendental medication, For the TV nation, Zero to Hero, in sixty seconds, No fear, no, nobody knows your career low, Is ten more seconds away. A little song and dance will do the trick, Throw a stage parent in the mix, A nationally televised blunder, You stole your own thunder. Make it mine like the puppet it is, In the name of shameless shallow showbiz, Dress it like a little punkette, And send it on a junket. Zero to Hero, in sixty seconds, No fear, no, nobody knows your career low, Is ten more seconds away, It's ten more seconds away, Is ten more seconds away, Yeah, it just ten seconds away!
3.
Take a look around you, what do you want to change? Counting up the losses, counting up the gains, So take a look around you, decision time is here, And though it might be painful, the answer is so near, And soon it will be clear. Take a look around you, where do you want to go? Fight against the current? Or travel with the flow? So take a look around you, at all you love and hate, And weigh the two together, decide is this your fate? Or plan your great escape. So take a look around you, at everything in sight, You've seen it all before, now hold it to the light, Decide which way is right. Take a look around you, when did it all go grey? Not sure what you're thinking, not sure what to say, So take a look around you, where will you find your muse? You can't put off the future, but sometimes when you choose, You win as well as lose.
4.
So there I stood in a turquoise cloud, Centre of attention of an out-of-town crowd, Serenading stucco walls and beams, Ready for the sword fight of my dreams, Feeling my way around in the dark for you. Well the bar room bohemian, he gets uptight, Frowns on the red tattoos and bolts of light that are, Worn by the Marx Brothers in a bold motif, He sends them packing with his stale beliefs, Feeling my way around in the dark for you. Oh the November pirate in a vat of cheese, Taps Tarzan's Jane on the shoulder and says "If you please, "Is there something other than this submarine for me to sail?" She reads his tea leaves and says "No, you're doomed to fail." Feeling my way around in the dark for you. Well it's just one slice mercury below the norm, Left the sun-drenched diplomat in fighting form, But the sheepdog's cousin quickly deflates his spunk, Throws out the plastic hangers and other junk. Feeling my way around in the dark for you. Yes I'm just feeling my way around in the dark for you.
5.
Well she was sheltered beyond belief, She was mommy's little girl, With her trinkets, jewels and keepsakes, She was such a fake, she was one mistake, That I made though I've laid her to memory. And she has everything, diamond rings, But you'll be fooled if you try to keep up, with her abrupt, Changes and strangest moods. Pampered from her first day, Spoiled, beyond your wildest greed, Now she's forced to look at life, Though look at it she might, if it gets her uptight, She'll adjourn, she will return to the apron strings. And she has everything, diamond rings, But you'll be fooled if you try to keep up, with her abrupt, Changes and strangest moods. Well our little princess is manic depressive, Such mood swing routines, swiftly I saw through her screen. Well she thinks she's an original, But who would want to be like her? Sure your gaze will find a resting place, But there's hardly any trace of sense behind the face She confused but that isn't news to those that know her. And she has everything, diamond rings, But you'll be fooled if you try to keep up, with her abrupt, Changes and strangest moods.
6.
You say you're happy with your lot, Content with all the toys you've bought, You fell into the ancient trap, Wherein your thinking there's gap, The admen all own your thoughts, So put your coin in the slot, Pull down the arm without shame, You play the game. And as long as you've got your paycheque, Then you probably couldn't care less, But this instant coffee lifestyle, Makes you crumble under the duress. You say you want to buy a home, You'll kill yourself to pay the loan Sometimes you want to kick and scream, But you're still dying for your dream, You're in it up to your eyes, Still there's a fact in disguise, Look closely you'll see it's true, Your house owns you! But as long as you've got your paycheque, Then you probably couldn't care less, But this instant coffee lifestyle, Makes you crumble under the duress. They're out to take you for a ride, You're into all that they provide, And so you keep the status quo, Never the urge to overthrow, Their reign of consumer rule, That likens you to a tool, To fabricate what they need, For their own greed. But as long as you've got your paycheque, Then you probably couldn't care less, But this instant coffee lifestyle, Makes you crumble under the duress.
7.
You need to be broken down, no words could be spoken now, To alleviate all the downs, and corner my run-arounds, Stop it for Christ's sake, my heart is at stake, You will never be aware, if you sit and blindly stare, down. You're perfectly loveable, imperfectly gullible, Naively believing in the cynical and the grim, Tie up the loose ends, undo the tight bends, Think for once or twice or thrice, even if they're only spliced thoughts. Whenever I sink my teeth into you, Pay no mind, I'm only trying to do you, One good turn, in hopes you'll change direction, And pick up on my affections. Part of me won't give a damn, the other part's your great fan, The pendulum swings so far, I never know where you are, Pass to the right or, wrong out of spite for, All the things that mix you up, even though you might erupt here. Whenever I sink my teeth into you, Pay no mind, I'm only trying to do you, One good turn, in hopes you'll change direction, And pick up on my affections. The real estate of our love, is pushing the price above, The plain upon which I'd land, to find that it's only sand. I'll strum your rival, leaving you liable, To suspect the intricate, simply like an idiot would. Whenever I sink my teeth into you, Pay no mind, I'm only trying to do you, One good turn, in hopes you'll change direction, And pick up on my affections. Whenever I sink my teeth into you, Pay no mind, I'm only trying to do you, One good turn, in hopes you'll change direction, And pick up on my affections. And pick up on my affections. And pick up on my affections. And pick up on my affections. And pick up on my affections. And pick up on my affections...

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released November 28, 2010

T.C.: Vocals, guitars, harmonica, bass, tambourine, maracas.
James Clark: Drums, backing vocals.
Spencer Hall: Mandolin, keyboards, backing vocals.
Don Tiffany: Trumpet, cornet, backing vocals.
Broc MacQueen: Saxophone, backing vocals.
Camille James: Backing vocals.

Produced by T.C. and Spencer Hall.
Mastered by Stephen Stepanic at Joao Carvalho Mastering.
Artwork layout and design: Frank Makak.
Front cover photo: Stephen Caissie.

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