Brof Ken Piano

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Pint-Sized Records PS009

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released July 13, 2013

Recorded and Mixed February 2012 by Alex Kurth in Calgary, AB. Mastered by Craig Boychuk at CB Audio. These recordings were written and performed by Ben, Connor, Matt, Jamie and Jesse. Guest Vocals by Matt Wood, Vanessa Gloux, Alex Kurth, Noah Michael and Nicolas Field. Photos by Brett Klein, Dan McRae and Connor. Special thanks to Glemno.

WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO FOR "THE NEWS" directed by Brett Klein here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWF2fTL2r1c

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Spastic, Dissonant, Noise Rock from Edmonton, Alberta, formed 2009.

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Track Name: Lorraine Outside Of Work
Lorraine look like, “Hi. Swift answers and time shares for my spare time. Scraping the surface for what I could have, something occupational to keep me on par. I radiate myself by the digits on the glowing price tag from the ‘priceless’ art pieces my friends value more than less, whatever they strive to get. I thrive on a constant stream of incoming jealousy.”
Someday I will paint somebody’s cold hard portrait, acrylic on cork.
and soon I film myself slow mo drop kicking car window.
You know the face she was raised on, the fake-on, she take on, should take off.
Her face like: “Who the fuck chews Freedent, anyway?”
One can tell the plight she can’t fight off, contentment becomes a write off.
Her face like:
“Your hair looks windswept, you custy bastard!
Really, all I have to do is snap my fingers
my only daily duty is to tip Margaret, the maid
I don’t even have to think, I sink into numb lake quick
oh shit, these uppers have a kick.”
Lorraine fakes all smiles and she’s exclusive to unhappiness.
A pretty penny only gets her softly sewn into the present tense.
How many pink poodles with pedicures does it take to screw on her head?
“I know a good place where they let me take my pup for fancy brunch.”
How so disposable?
Why can’t we just have a glass box in forest with a tall swing and kindling supply? With no desire to loathe or impress or dress well. To never be exclusive to jealously. No trace of house of cards as opposed to cardboard box. Away from the haunted Lorraines wandering Jasper Avenue, Loraine, save your look for the pink poodle brunch.
Oh, good lord. Buy coffee. Expensive coffee. Go home. Make even more coffee. Try to die happy. Splenda.
Track Name: Mouser
Her eyes exploded like pinatas, candies for the children, hip-chips hooray!

(since this princess was such a cinch to get, to get you, girl!)

I find I want to be outside, I've been riding down a sickly mile since spring comes only once awhile
When you get the joke outside, I'll pork it for a rose and a chocolate bar - spring comes only once awhile

You said I was a robot, you know you fucking said that, well I did it on purpose to keep you guessing. It's you, the ring in the sink, from polished to matte too mashed to plastic to melting to a waxy mask. Know what I mean?

You know, I could give you a course on dead-pan banter and slate-grey expression. First: stare at ceiling fan. Next: picture blabber mouth girlfriend.
I see you every now and then in a pig pen, I just can't resist, the results are on film. When the camera goes 'click', your chemicals click. "Do what I say, I am the photographer!"
If you don't like the imperfections in my syntax, too bad, i don't download upgrades for anybody. Is it 'cause my camera only has, like, 2 megapixels? I guess I don't need top-notch photos of you, anyhow. I said, "Two's a crowd, so please leave my house," and then I wink at you on the way out. DO YOU SEE WHAT I DID, THERE? IT'S JUST TO KEEP YOU GUESSING.
Oh, this is my intent to install questions. Just to keep you guessing, my odd bastard tactics, just to keep you guessing. Know this is my intent to install questions just to keep you guessing.
My odd bastard tactics.

Her eyes were fried wire sparklers!!

Work it for the camera, baby, all your friends are watching, and trust me, this isn't me giving you attitude, it's just me spelling your name but adding àccents. I'm not opposed to your actions, but you used to have an old time charm and it's lacking. Now you farm tunes in a turkey fashion and one eyebrow up is all I got left.
Motorboat. My motor, she likes to chew on my wires... and my motorboat, it's a canoe, since she chewed all my wires through.
Motormouth, tell them more of the stories, about how I'm 'So Boring' at 2 in the morning.
Motormouth I need a recharger, to listen to you at 2 is getting much harder... So I guess... Sorry?

No.

NO NO NO NO, Motormouth, I tried, I could not wash the taste out.
NO NO NO, You know, I could have made you look much worse, had I rehearsed.
NO NO, Now just go on, replay the same old five songs.
YES, I declare, I do report: My heart is slow, your temper's short,
when I take pictures, you distort,
I guess that's what my memory's for,
"So, do what I say, I AM THE PHOTOGRAPHER, COME ON LITTLE PANTHER, DANCE ON CAMERA! DO WHAT I SAY!"
I am a farmer, harvesting photos from what I remember.
But just know this: Had I rehearsed, I could have made you look much worse.
Track Name: The News
Do you think I'm cold heart-ed? Well, I inhabit a deepfreeze. I dwell in a fridge. I was raised in the Tundra. Maybe it's just my nature. Oh, to be talking trash and thrashing, kicking cups off the coffee table.

Do you think it pleases me to keep chrysalids? It's for these reasons that I reassess the samples. I do nibble on the pieces, little bits of a thesis are sneaking in through a personal jesus. My eyes are inside out, upside down, and filled with doubt. Duplicate lines, sleep decay, dreaming passed what I can say, and I think looking back, spacious and ungrateful, must have been a mistake. Oh well. Refrigerate the past.

Concave view of the cave. I'm no sort of mine for diamonds. I'll mime the events that shaped me into such a complex. Whitewash for tolerance, it was all self-loathing gluttony anyhow. I've been mustering up some personal antibiotics for division, a schism. Slap on the dijon and call me uncle! My eyes are inside out, upside down, and filled with doubt. Duplicate lines, sleep decay, dreaming passed what I can say,

and enough of my muttering, my stuttering, i can make this buttery.

[any combination of words in the following sentence for this line: I had a vision of division with a schism with division of a schism in division with this vision...[etc, you get the idea]]

SON, PUT SOME FUCKING SKIP IN YOUR STEP.

My eyes are inside out, upside down, and filled with doubt. Duplicate lines, sleep decay, dreaming passed what I can say. And Oooh, to be talking trash and thrashing, kicking cups off the coffee table! Put some fucking skip in that step! SLAP ON THE DIJON AND CALL ME UNCLE!
Track Name: Urethra Franklin
PRETEND!!!! [YOU'RE ALONE!!!!!]
For the mouth at the end of the hall! [END OF THE HALL!]
We cannot dance, we just fall. [WE WILL JUST FALL!]
If they find us out, they’ll have our legs, and then we’ll just crawl. [WE'LL JUST CRAWL!!!]

Feed me a naked lunch, I feel like i have a hunch that I haven't been the same since i hit my head! Another slab of meat/Another mouth to feed, FEVER! FEVER!! FEVER!!!!

She bit the bullet, but it hit the bone. While hunting rabbits on the telephone. OH, I caught her sleeping in a safety zone. She hit the bullet but it bit the bone.

Oh my girl, we're so in love! Lets go dancing, stay together, lets devote our lives 4eva!!!

Lets play catch up. I don't really want to see you. Yellow teeth, with so much grief, holding my head between point a and point b.

AS I REAR MY
AS I REAR MY UGLY HEAD
IN THE SUN
AS I REAR MY UGLY HEAD IN THE SUN WE JUST FALL
LOOK AT ME NOW
OUR MANES SO BRIGHT IN THE SUN
LOOK AT ME NOW