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Black

by Ripcordz

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1.
Paranoia 02:35
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God dropped by for a shot of gin tonight Everything was cool until he started a fight Making fun of Buddha’s girth while Zeus he denied Mohammed had to break them up before someone died CHORUS Could it be a little paranoia? Everything I do, it just annoys ya Did I mention the paranoia? All that pain will just destroy ya Black suits line the stools along the whole damn bar Speak into a buttonhole and you’ll be a star Drink watered down Tom Collins ‘til their money’s all gone They can’t tell the difference with those sunglasses on The pope he stutter steps quite well despite all the robes Tangos with our hooker with a heart of pure gold Barkeep takes old Scarface and he pulls him aside His helicopter took up all the parking outside The TV features me, caught in the show The boys on slow poison, when will he know?
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Fight for my Breakfast 02:36
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Do an honest day’s work for a dishonest paycheck Ten hours straight, get paid for eight No hope, no fun, no respect My boss’s fate immersed in hate Fight for my breakfast, I’ll fight for my lunch Fight for my dinner, I’ll fight the whole bunch Fight in the evening and fight through the night Fight fight fight ‘til morning light My girlfriend’s cool but she just don’t get me What stokes my fire, what lights my ire Want a little less nice, a lot more dirty Have to The light is fading, welcome night A simple path to make things right Got my gang behind me, kings of the inner city Test our honour and we’ll fight Fight for my breakfast, I’ll fight for my lunch Fight for my dinner, I’ll fight the whole bunch Fight in the evening and fight through the night Fight fight fight ‘til morning light
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The Ballad of Emily Davison 02:10
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I fall through darkness, seeking courage, seeking life No fear, it’s you who fills my dreams tonight Morpeth’s pride, justice bride, fill ‘em full of fright Voting for that freedom that had always been denied Woh-oh, woh-oh It’s the ballad of Emily Davison Loud and proud, it’s not allowed, but justice seldom was The marchers gather slowly ‘round her strength and ‘round her cause Stoning the Exchequer, burning down medieval laws They torture her in Strangeways Gaol but they won’t give them pause “Rebellion ‘gainst tyrants is obedience to God” A Punk in petticoats leaves everyone in awe “Deeds not words” a motto and a blueprint for new life The suffragettes change everything with Emily their light It’s June of 1913, Lords and Ladies at the track Emily jumps forward and she’s never coming back Trampled ‘neath the king’s horse is how they record the act A changing of the guard is how we recall the fact
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Norm Next Door 02:20
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This is the story of Norm next door A straight-A student who wanted more Loves his mom, supports the war He blows ‘em all away His folks say Norm will change the world “He’s to die for,” say the girls Fame and fortune, fate unfurls He’ll blow them all away CHORUS A mind, defined Too bad he had to waste it Defined, declined He’ll blow them all away A perfect path to a perfect life A perfect home, a perfect wife He strived and strived and still there’s strife He’ll blow them all away It’s so hard to be the same The freaks and geeks won’t play his game Choices wane ‘til none remain He’ll blow them all away I’m walking slowly across the quad I’ve got my faith, I walk with God A love, a gun, a path I trod They’ll hear just what I say Footsteps break the silent screams Red lights flash, invade my dreams Real life pops onto the scene And blows ‘em all away Friends united one and all Remembering his holy fall Tears and anger, now appalled He blew them all away
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Twisting at the Edge of the World 03:47
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One dance — to make them green with envy Last chance — to save the world One dance — and the whole place empties Last chance — to get the girl Won’t lie tonight Wallflowers they look at you What are you gonna to do? Won’t die tonight Gonna keep those bodies warm Dance up a real storm all night Last call — Dick Cheney’s in the hall Someone spiked the punch and I know I drank it all Last page — the two-step takes the stage I feel that I must join, you know it’s all the rage Just find a partner and hold her tight They wouldn’t card her, we’d all just die of fright Twist twist It’s all right in the hips I’m twisting at the edge of the world
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I Am Canadian 03:20
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Sipping on some spruce beer, eating hot poutine Passing out in bars when I was just 18 Know to move the nets when someone yells out “Car!” Somehow Don Cherry is a TV star Know what Shania wore in every single song But never turned the volume on True, free and strong I am Canadian — BC, Saskatchewan I am Canadian — Métis, Acadian I am Canadian — Québécois and back again One thing that unites us from the west to the east Everyone hates those prima donna Leafs Tory isn’t Spelling, it’s Conservatives Don’t know what Canadian bacon is Know who won the bloody War of 1812 Drinking Molson Export to improve my health Don’t zip my jacket when it’s minus 23 And there’s no such thing as the letter “zee” True, strong and free Pamela discovered right in BC Place Jonas might have saved the whole damn race Alex asks the questions that have set the pace Teresa took us all into a warm embrace Wayne was great, but what has he done for us lately
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Gotta Get Out of Humboldt 03:59
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A slow wind ripples through the fields like dreams lost on their way The sky burns red and orange hope, surrendering the day The kids who hang at Main Street park, they skate like others pray My mind turns circles with their wheels I’ve got to get away One spin, one win, one chance to break it easy One way, one day, and then I’m gone Racing down a dirt path in a pickup built for speed The dashboard Elvis plays possessed, the Devil knows my needs Pull into the BV bar, the gravel screams with fright C’mon baby, time to go, the road is ours tonight Embrace the chase, the world we always dreamed of One night, one right, and then we’re gone Gotta get out of Humboldt baby Gotta get out of Humboldt now Racing down old Highway 5, our homes they fade to black The tape deck plays Spy 66 to keep us on the track Black Towers of the wheat pool watch as we rush by The road of hours is ours to own ‘til the sirens cry No choice, one voice to keep the motor running More speed, more need, and then we’re gone Gotta get out of Humboldt baby Gotta get out of Humboldt now I don’t wanna go
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Six Shooter 02:36
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Pass me a bottle and pour me a beer A black flag of courage, a sip of pure fear Sentences submerge each time she comes near I’m sentenced to silence for 1,000 years A shot for my old friends, a shot for the new A shot for some stranger, a shot for the crew A shot for the pit punks and one for the blues I’m all out of ammo when I come to you Band plays a lullaby, bar is my bed Visions of Chucky still dance in my head I’m drinking it all, Absolut through to zed I hear my voice echo — did I call her Fred? An angel with alcohol perched on stilettoes A devil, a danger that steals all that I knows She smiles and suddenly lost all my clothes And she’s gone. What have I done? I get up, I throw up, I lose my lookout I stagger back slowly and shout at the lout Satan awakens and tosses me out Be back at the Bovine by Friday no doubt
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Bored With Society 02:35
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Britney’s back in rehab but she’s still so rich Soldiers are all heroes, Dubya’s spawn got hitched Got a new style courtesy Penelope Cruise So many big bright pictures, there’s no room for the news Bored with society, bored with society Bored with society, bored with society Bored with society, bored with society Bored with society, bored with society Jamie Lynn’s new baby has a full head of hair Looking for Kirk Cameron — just why should I care? Rihanna likes her butt and dammit so do I Could this be all we need for only one ninety-five? This is the way This is the day This is the play This is their say Forget blood diamonds, pink is in for Ellen and friend Celebrities are talking, wisdom never ends Haliburton’s boring when Naomi’s on trial The Viet Nam of reason, the Big Brother of style Fact or fiction, what is the hint? All the nudes are fit to print What they think is what we know On and on and on they go The cult of personality is all we see All our idols they’re created live on TV Give me Minnie, Harrison, Paris and more There’s no problems, no solutions, no losing war One, two, 1 2 3 go
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38 Seconds 02:32
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Slammin’ in a Punk Pit on a Saturday night Revolving around with the crew A bonehead’s hittin’ boys and girls like it’s his right What are you going to do? Will you let him rule the place no matter the cost? The scene would soon be lost Or will you take him out before he kills the whole thing The band it plays, we start to sing CHORUS One date, one fate 38 seconds to change your life now Watching through the window as the marchers go by One of them looks at you Asks you through the pane if you’re willing to try What are you going to do? Will you let a gang of strangers fight your good fight? Battling for your rights Will you stand up, hold your head up into the light? The future of change is here tonight Walking down Ste. Catherine on a beautiful day Basking in the blue A car it races madly, there’s a kid in its way What are you going to do? Will you be a bystander the rest of your life? Look at the drama and cry Will you be a hero or a real sacrifice? Willing to pay the ultimate price 38 to change the now 38 to change the how 38 to change the frown 38 to change the down
11.
What Can I Do? 03:00
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Tantalized, mesmerized, captured by the screen Pixilated, master-rated, captured by the queen Not too late, must escape, freedom in the air In a bind, lose my mind, turn around she’s there Reality? It’s real to me and that’s all that I need Fantasy? It’s fun to me, so fun I start to bleed What can I do? Supersized, victimized, willing to be had Rubberized, rub my eyes, willing to be bad Off the wall, down the hall, ‘cross the street and more Anticipate, participate, with what she’s got in store What can what can what can I do? What can what can what can I do? What can what can what can I do? What can what can what can I do? What can what can what can I do? What can what can what can I do? Back on screen, like nicotine, a habit I can’t break Overdosed, now I’m toast, I have it and can’t breathe Simonized, compromised, cyber-spaced all night Deadly smile, killer style, surf me ‘til I die
12.
Shoot the Tube 02:48
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Surfin’ total solo, getting better every day The beach is so inviting but so very far away I’m The Big Kahuna, it’ll say so on my tomb Caught the wave at my place and I never left the room Hang ten, fifteen, twenty-five, got nothing more to prove The breakers are all trippin’ as I flash my coolest moves Grab a board and join me, time to get into the groove I’m an old stick rider, off the lip is what I do No need for black and white, it’s straight into Big Blue Flat top or desk top, now I just get so confused J-Walker, big talker, I’m guilty as accused Now my board is all jacked up, you floaters were too slow I’m rippin’, rollin’ racin’ coz old Eddie sure would go Ready, set, avoid the net, this thing’s about to blow Cyber or surfer, it’s Punk Ready for action and drunk Setting an edge in the wall It’s miffy, it’s iffy, it’s all
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Ho Ho Ho 02:06
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It’s Christmas Eve turn out the light A thump thump thump gives me a fright Sneak downstairs, what do I see? But mom on Santa’s knee “You’ve been naughty” Santa says As she wraps him in her legs Seems he’s the one who gets the joy Just hope he leaves a toy My world it buckles as he chuckles Ho Ho Ho Kris’s job is way too tough Milk and cookies ain’t enough Mom’s eyes go wide, she sees my gleam And she starts to scream A big Arbuckle slapstick chuckle Ho Ho Ho Got a sack of stuff from Old Saint Nick My mom she don’t miss a trick Now be ready for something funny Want more loot from the Easter Bunny Thump thump thump wakes me once more Know just what I have in store Mom caught in a bunny hug Chocolates on the rug Does his buckle, one more chuckle Ho Ho Ho

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released July 2, 2010

PAUL GOTT • vocals, guitars
DANNY DUKE • bass
FRANÇOIS DEMERS • drums

ALEX • bass on 2, 5, 6, 8, 10, 12
ALEXANDRE ROY * drums (live)

Recorded by MARK PERNO at Hell's Kitchen Studio, Longueuil
All songs by Paul Gott (SOCAN)

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Ripcordz Montreal, Québec

Formed in 1980 and been playing ever since. Proud Punks from Montreal. We've played more than 2,500 shows and put out 18 albums. But we're not living in the past. Our new stuff is our best stuff.

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