Next Time Read the Fine Print

by Spud Cannon

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thereal_reece_lord Margaret Matthews has a voice like no other, Ariana Bowe brings all the best keyboard riffs, Jackson Lewis never fails to deliver on an explosive guitar track, Lucy Horgan is always keeping the rhythm section intact with her “slappin” bass, and Sam Saias does a wonderful job on percussion. Spud Cannon is the greatest band you’ve never heard of. Their own brand of sloppy 80s kiss rock is a beautiful and innovative new take on punk and new wave music, something you will not hear anywhere els Favorite track: Daydream.
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Thrum a Dum 02:48
they always knew he was the only one who had an ear for the thrum a dum-dum had to overlook what he couldn’t see he hears in color but he sees in shades of black and white no matter time or place mindblind to the frame of the moral grey three more straws ’til they fall apart broken sticks after four kicks six more frames and all of them grey tried to add a hue to his head glued to laws flawed and misread he’s mindblind and he doesn’t know but he swears by his very own code bloody hands only he deems red held the code above his highest hat and though unstable it was tough to crack mindblind to the frame of the moral grey three more straws ’til they fall apart broken sticks after four kicks six more frames and all of them grey tried to add a hue to his head glued to laws flawed and misread
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Ow Ow Ow 03:14
there are days when I walk through the trails we blazed there are nights I get lost in the thoughts we framed recall them to call you home now and then I pretend that you’re by my side I can feel where you’d breathe when I close my eyes illusions can circle time we played by the book while we broke the binding round and round the line - we stared, but didn’t dare cross cue the music we’ll take one last dance ow ow ow (X3) there are traces of you in each guy that smiles I keep finding your face on people passing by I can’t process 3000 miles I’ll be pining my way down memory lane some would say you’re the one that got away let's run back to common ground we played by the book while we broke the binding round and round the line - we stared, but didn’t dare cross cue the music we’ll take one last dance ow ow ow (X3) we played by the book while we broke the binding round and round the line - we stared, but didn’t dare cross cue the music we’ll take one last dance ow ow ow (X4)
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Wipe It Out 02:35
the heart is but a sinful guide the guilt is endless common sense is paralyzed it makes you reckless a running start won't get you far cause life is vicious but sirens fill my eyes with stars it's a sickness take me down take me down reach my arms through metal bars cause I'm a villain make it through without a scar well that's not livin' life seems large with every lie it leaves me breathless but I get by on petty crime I feel so lawless take me down take me down
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Lyrics by John Anthony White fall is here, hear the yell back to school, ring the bell brand new shoes, walking blues climb the fence, books and pens I can tell that we are gonna be friends I can tell we are gonna be friends walk with me, Suzy Lee through the park and by the tree we will rest upon the ground and look at all the bugs we found safely walk to school without a sound safely walk to school without a sound here we are, no one else we walked to school all by ourselves there's dirt on our uniforms from chasing all the ants and worms we clean up and now it's time to learn we clean up and now it's time to learn numbers, letters, learn to spell nouns, and books, and show and tell playtime we will throw the ball back to class, through the hall teacher marks our height against the wall teacher marks our height against the wall we don't notice any time pass we don't notice anything we sit side by side in every class teacher thinks that I sound funny but she likes the way you sing tonight I'll dream while I'm in bed when silly thoughts go through my head about the bugs and alphabet and when I wake tomorrow I'll bet that you and I will walk together again I can tell that we are gonna be friends yes I can tell that we are gonna be friends
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who said “You should wait and take it slow”? Too late, left him reeling in the rain, she’s ruthless lies written on her face, to erase, the sweet nothings of her namesake truces she’ll treat you like a dog, under fire, like you’re laying with a live wire who said “You could never be with me”? It was she, only wanted him to see how her fatal beauty a strange and violent song through late night phone calls don’t run but don’t be long she hears a stranger she steals his one last breath her eyes wide open a screw fell from his head who said “You won’t make it out alive”? But I’m fine, cause the fear took her power, she’s useless to anyone but me, but if we, got together you would see me with bruises covering her knees, and her eyes, she’s becoming a disguise who said “You could never be with me”? It was she, but she really really liked him her fatal beauty a strange and violent song through late night phone calls don’t run but don’t be long she hears a stranger she steals his one last breath her eyes wide open a screw fell from his head
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Breathe With 03:27
riding waves of missing you drive my mind home where you sing over the rhythm of day to day life waking under a sun that stirred your wind before it met mine feels like bathing in rivers that run with your touch save my place in the space behind your ribs I could make a home of it if the knot we tied somehow survived the sea we've got all we need highlight the words on the tip of my tongue I’ll breath with the pulse that you left in the drum of my chest to relive sharing air with our synchronized steps save my place in the space behind your ribs I could make a home of it if the knot we tied somehow survived the sea we've got all we need
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eight years old and leaning toward the life of burning bridges down blazing branches to the ground tells his mom he’s meeting friends but runs outside alone to find wilting flowers to ignite holds his magnifying glass above the driest patch of grass Solar Pyromaniac laughs he can’t escape the seduction of flames that posses his veins like hunger pangs fingers of tinder awaken the wind when they meet their match breathing ash feed the fire don’t deny her feed the fire quench desire (X2) as a teen he lost his friends who caught him scorching spider legs flailing in a fire dance now he sits in office six and types up files days and night dreaming of the firelight smoky, watered eyes are peeled for tinder finger’s next attack Solar Pyromaniac laughs he can’t escape the seduction of flames that posses his veins like hunger pangs fingers of tinder awaken the wind when they meet their match breathing ash feed the fire don’t deny her feed the fire quench desire (X2)
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Midnight 03:15
woke up in someone else’s room whoa what the fuck what’d I do do do do do stumbling I see there’s a note taped to the door and I quote oh oh oh oh I met you last night we danced til midnight then made a rich friend who bought us a round or two but had a look in his eyes that said the gift was disguised we ran through streetlights you lost your keys so I gave you my bed and crashed on the couch instead tiptoe looking for the couch where my new friend has passed out but it’s noon she’s long gone so I write my thanks and ask if she would go out for drinks again with me I met you last night we danced til midnight then made a rich friend who bought us a round or two but had a look in his eyes that said the gift was disguised we ran through streetlights I lost my keys so I gave you my bed and crashed on the couch instead (X2)
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Bleached 02:11
oooh, just a taste of fresh air, the whole year starts melting away though we've been to every place got holes, in my shoes thin soles, from the long march down the road stepping into pot holes and taking wrong turns just to stay in line sun bleached tiles beneath my feet so different from city streets these trees are tall and strange to me nothing’s the same down to groceries ooh, slipping back into habits, I broke or maybe they broke me lighting a match just to dampen the flame and sweep out the ash ooh, carve some sign try to leave, an impression raising my voice so that it can be heard but even I can’t make out the words sun bleached tiles beneath my feet so different from city streets these trees are tall and strange to me nothing’s the same down to groceries buildings fade out in the haze they fade when I follow your gaze
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Daydream 02:37
closed eyes to hear sealed lips to think eyes wide to see all we could be no more ifs ands buts or maybes let me out locked in a daydream take a leap forget each last regret and I feel you in my lungs when I try to breathe and I hear you over words I waited for and I want you though I know it's for the worst but I need you maybe I’ll get lost maybe you'll look back but if we take turns I'll be gone for good no more ifs ands buts or maybes let me out locked in a daydream take a leap forget each last regret and I feel you in my lungs when I try to breathe and I hear you over words I waited for and I want you though I know it's for the worst but I need you to pick me up when I’m down
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credits

released October 21, 2017

Recorded in Jackson's Basement in Los Angeles CA in 7 Days one summer.

Margaret Mathews: Vox
Jackson Lewis: Guitars
Ariana Bowe: Keyboards
Lucy Horgan: Bass, Lead Vox on #5
Sam Saias: Drums

Additional:
Chinmaya Roy: claps on #3
Harley Fine: percussion

Produced/Engineered/Mixed by Jackson Lewis
Assistant engineer: Marsden Lyonwahl

except #2 Mixed by Jackson Lewis/Jason Hill at the Department of Recording and Power.

and track #5 and #6 Mixed by Jackson Lewis/Harley Fine at Super 70 Studios.

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