Written and produced by Steve Cruickshank

LYRICS

Colonel at the front lines
Reporting for duty
If you didn't like him
Maybe you weren't meant to
You would often find him
Drinking alone
But how could we've known where it would lead

On your honour
You're on your honour
On your honour
You're on your own

Colonel at the front lines
Waiting to retire
Found that he was ready
To die of friendly fire
And the shockwave hit the camp
And our cover was blown
It was like he was waking up
It was like he'd come home

On your honour
You're on your honour
On your honour
You're on your own

The stunt that you pulled
Has brought our offence to its knees
Clean out your desk
And turn in all your weapons and keys

Clean out your desk
But whatever you do to survive
Think on that day of the soldiers
Who owe you their lives

WEEK 48/52: Front Lines

Written by Steve Cruickshank
Produced by Steve Cruickshank and Ian Lennox

LYRICS

I don't really want to be here
I'm gonna take a walk
Call me

I got roped into this
I got taken for a ride
I'm gonna take a walk
Outside
Call me
Call me
Call me
Call me a cab

This one's dancing in the street
That one's getting in a fight
I'm gonna take a walk
Outside
Call me
Call me
Call me
Call me a cab

I'm gonna take a walk
Call me
Call me
Call me crazy but this much fun
Can't be good for anyone

WEEK 49/52: Walk

Written by Steve Cruickshank & Joel Buxton & Steve Hobbs
Bass - Joel Buxton
Drums - Chris Hudson
Guitars, vocals, production - Steve Cruickshank

LYRICS

Doctor Doctor falling off the wagon again
Every time push comes to shove
Doctor Doctor falling for his patient again
Doctor falling, he's always

Falling in love
He's falling in love again
Falling in love
He's falling in love again

And love fades away
Saves the day, and fades away
Saves the day, and fades away

So close you cannot see
The forest for the trees
And don't you think I know my ABC's
We're back to where we've been
A thousand times before
We won the battle but we lost the war
And what we're fighting for

Fades away
Saves the day, and fades away
Saves the day
I'm already away, I'm okay
But love
Fades away

Gotta get away, get away
Gotta get away
Gotta get away from me
I need something to fix, something to fix

Gotta get away, get away
Gotta get away
Gotta get away from you
You need something that fits, something that fits

Oh love
Fades away
Saves the day, and fades away
Saves the day
I'm already away, I'm okay
But love
Fades away

WEEK 50/52: ABC#

Music / Lyrics: Joel Buxton, Steve Cruickshank
Production: Steve Cruickshank

Lyrics:

Money equals time, so I took the Greyhound Line
I made sure that I had books for the failing light
I closed my eyes but I couldn't sleep 
Seems killing was the theme on Ira`s show this week
Oh boy the border chick is bustin' balls
My French friends don't know I understand their threats at all
On walls, smearing shit on walls

I was chicago bound
I was chicago bound 
My soul was lost and found 
I felt chicago bound
There's something about this town
That's creeping in my sound
I was Chicago bound
We are Chicago 
Bound

You can find the things you like, just observe the skyline
They built buildings inside the wall to impress your kind
Had some time to kill so I checked out the bill
Took a stroll past the tin man just to test my will
She punched her kids head  into a wall `cause she can`t eat
Oh God I couldn't find the outrage  I don`t know this street
I don`t know this street

I came home thinking I was cool but eviction time
I guess the bus is just a symbol  that moves my kind
Oh god I smell a fire it's burning white
Oh lord they're kickin out the trash my dear
I can`t monetize

I was chicago bound
I was chicago bound 
My soul was lost and found 
I felt chicago bound
There's something about this town
That's creeping in my sound
I was Chicago bound
We are Chicago 
Bound



WEEK 51/52: Chicago

Written by Steve Cruickshank

LYRICS

When the old man died, it was covered on the 12 o'clock news
If my TV lied, that's because it was lied to
When we pulled the plug, that was when we knew

Someone was screaming the national anthem at me
Not because it's true, but because it made me believe
When you pull the plug, maybe then you'll see

She's a pretty girl, but she comes only in one size
Better sit back son, that thing'll rot your eyes
When you pull the plug, then you'll realize

When the old man died, he was buried with a 12 bar blues
If my TV lied, that's because it was lied to
When we pulled the plug, that was when we knew
When we pulled the plug, that was when we knew

WEEK 52/52: Grandfather Television

WEEK 53/52: Don't Forget Me When I'm Gone (Glass Tiger cover)

Written by Joel Buxton

LYRICS:

Everyone I see 
Is disappointing to me
They seem broken and mean

And everyone I meet
They seem ugly to me
They want to tear a strip off me, but I can see

Ooh I've been thinking about you
I've been living without you, please hurry soon
Ooh Am I a fool to believe you, 
Will I be here to receive you, please hurry soon

Every time I pray, 
I've got nothing to say
I must believe that I'm okay

And every time I sleep, 
I've been dreaming about you,
I'm beginning to doubt you may dream of me

And every time I fall, 
It's like expecting a call, but
There's no one at all, cause

Ooh I've been thinking about you
I've been living without you, please hurry soon
Ooh Am I a fool to believe you, 
Will I be here to receive you, please hurry soon

Everything I say,
I keep drifting away
Don't see a reason to stay
But I'm here anyway

WEEK 54/52: Song For a Girl I Never Met

Written by Norman Whitfield and Barrett Strong
Vocal by Marvin Gaye
Instrumentation by Steve Cruickshank

Marvin Grapevine (A Brunswick Remix)

We All Live in a Beatles Song (A Brunswick Remix)

Unreleased song from our animal song channel. There's a bunch more here: https://www.youtube.com/user/biteanimalsongs

Take A Bath You Monkey

VERSE 1
Put down the gun and step away from the door
Put down the gun and step away from the door, oh no

Hands on your head step away from the door,
Hands on your head step away from the door, oh no
Oh no

CHORUS 1
Nobody told me it was on the sly
Nobody told me it was on the sly
Nobody told me it was on the sly

VERSE 2
Give up the game I got the whole thing on tape,
Give up the game I got the whole thing on tape, oh no

Make no mistake you know there ain't no escape,
Make no mistake I got the whole thing on tape, oh no
There ain't no escape, oh no

CHORUS 2
Nobody told me it was on the sly
Nobody told me it was on the sly
I should've known you'd hang me out to dry
Nobody told me 
I should've known you'd hang me out to dry
Nobody told me

WEEK 12/52: On The Sly (10/30/12)

LYRICS

I got ways, of making you talk.
Been here since three o'clock
I got words for you

Cut a deal, and then you can walk.
Spill your guts and you'll never have second thoughts

The gloves are comin' off, the gloves are comin' off, the gloves are comin' off today.
The gloves are comin' off, the gloves are comin' off  today

I've been there, I've been in your shoes.
Tryna stay off the news.
I got news for you

I got ways, of making you sing.
In and out you'll be telling us, everything.

The gloves are comin' off, the gloves are comin' off, the gloves are comin' off today.
The gloves are comin' off, the gloves are comin' off, the gloves are comin' off today.

Collaborate that, runnin' eight track, it's an alibi from a helluva guy, Backwards in fact, backwards is that, 
Please to pay it on the side, play it on the sly sly sly sly slyyy

I'm comin' back for you, I'm comin' back for you.
I'm comin' back for you, I'd watch my back if I were you.

Thh deed is done and there's no goin' back, but you could
Write a note to say I'm sorry
Your lawyer's called, but while he's on his way, maybe you can
Tell me and the boys a story, yeah
A story

Play it on the sly, play it on the sly (story)
Play it on the sly (story), play it on the slide (story)

I'm comin back for you I'm comin back for you
I'm comin back for you... I'd watch my back,
If I were you... 
You

WEEK 13/52: Interrogation (11/6/12)

LYRICS


It's getting darker earlier
I haven't slept a wink
Daylight savings time
See what the day brings
I'm saving up my time to spend on you

Where all the really cool kids
Rock their heavy eyelids
Fight to stay awake
Until day day break
I'll stay awake with you

Daylight savings time
See what the day brings
I'm saving up my time to spend on you

All the time I tried to keep on my side
Was never really mine
And when morning comes we'll be on the run
Cause we're on borrowed time
We're on borrowed time
We're on borrowed time

Night owls and vampire bats
Sleeping dogs and alley cats
I'll stay awake with you

WEEK 17/52: Daylight Savings

This week's song is a cover of Radiohead's Pyramid Song.  It also marks the occasion of Brunswick Project's first MUSIC VIDEO, which you can find here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjpLNiWi1MM

Special thanks to: 

Andy Auld for filming
Chad Kerswill for editing http://epochoftheprojectedeye.wordpress.com

The Sketchersons for dancing http://www.thesketchersons.com
Andy Auld, Jocelyn Geddie, Kaitlin Loftus,  Daryn McIntyre, Phil Moorhead,

WEEK 18/52: Pyramid Song (Radiohead Cover)

Music / Lyrics: Steve Cruickshank
Production: Steve Cruickshank
Photography: Dave Burton http://www.brtnphotography.ca
Special thanks to Nancy Yeandle for the use of her piano.


LYRICS

There's a song in the air, snowflakes in my hair
It's Christmastime again
I'm hitting the slopes with a couple of folks
It's Christmastime again
And when we're cold from the storm
And eggnog and rum will keep us warm
I'm seeing more of the ones that I love
It's Christmastime again

The city is bright with neighbourhood lights
It's Christmastime again
The reds and the greens, the nativity scenes
It's Christmastime again
We're hanging the stockings and the wreath
By the tree with the gifts underneath
The fire's ablaze, I'm counting the days
It's Christmastime again

And with the end of another year
Filled with many tears and smiles
We give thanks for the things we have
As we sing and laugh awhile

It's just once a year, I'm glad that it's here
It's Christmastime again

WEEK 19/52: Christmastime Again

A musical palindrome.

-    -    -

Guitars/vocals - Steve Cruickshank
Bass - Joel Buxton
Drums - Chris Hudson
Horns - Lilly Wild

-   -   -


LYRICS:

Now you've gone too far
I have to shut you down
There are some things we weren't meant to
Ever know about

I know it backwards and forwards
I've heard this story before, all of the words were the same
Backwards and forwards
This has happened before, and it'll happen again

And how we came so far
I will never know
There are some things we weren't meant to
Ever live without

WEEK 20/52: Transporter Psychosis

LYRICS

Disruption
Radiates through the bar
Aggression from afar
How dare you
I'll take this outside
You and I

This old man needs a ride

Ill-tempered
And a few too many rounds
Try to talk him down
Unbalanced
Or just willfully blind
Your guess is as good as mine

But this old man needs a ride

Can you follow him into the dark
He shouldn't have that weight upon his heart

Doors closing
You can read the signs
Up and down the line

So if you have the time
This old man needs a ride
This old man needs a ride
Excuse me ma'am
This old man needs a ride


WEEK 24/52: This Old Man

Produced by Ian Lennox and Steve Cruickshank
Featuring Michael Palumbo on electric guitar / sound fx

LYRICS

It wasn't so much a sighting
As it was a UFO hearing
I heard it hovering behind me
I heard it right through the ceiling

And my ears collapsed
And the time elapsed less fast

Are you a UFO
Are you a UFO

A sacrilegious experience
Wrought by this vessel's appearance
See it both broke and fulfilled
The rules of non-interference

Saving souls from sin
Started to begin again

WEEK 25/52: RUAUFO

Music / Lyrics: Joel Buxton, Steve Cruickshank, Rob Norman
Production: Steve Cruickshank
Lead Vocals: Sara Wilkinson
Art: Shane Heron

LYRICS
Come swim in my grotto come see the things I've made
Come meet the people who made me see my spread in Chatelaine
They're ready for my body, They're ready to see me now
Can I get this vodka water watered down
We`re getting paid, we're getting paid, we're getting paid

The calendar girls - rule the world
The calendar girls - the calendar girls, the calendar girls, the calendar girls

Don`t worry bitch, I got this, don`t fret it`s on my bill
So good to see you  my friend, did I tell you looks can kill
Did I show you this article Did you see my centerfold
I'm not drunk enough to forget that I`m getting old
We`re beautiful, We`re beautiful, We`re beautiful, We`re beautiful 

The calendar girls - rule the world
The calendar girls - the calendar girls, the calendar girls, the calendar girls

My heels are on, here's the thong.
Teach tap this, he's at prom
themes are gone, under the sea
Should it mean, tongue in teeth
Dumb and grease, that's for me
Take those hoes and eat this quiche
A girl in a sweater, gonna grind better
Than a hipster trend-setter in a fur and leather
You know we in it when I pull those linens
and fuck that dick all up in it
Take that shit and twist it and spin it
spit suck spit suck fuck and finish
You gouge me good, then I do the rest,
Test one two three four five mess
Whoops false start, begin again,
This time try it like you're not sleepin 

The calendar girls - rule the world
The calendar girls - the calendar girls, the calendar girls, the calendar girls

WEEK 26/52: Calendar Girls

Music / Lyrics: Sia, Benny Blanco
Production: Steve Cruickshank

WEEK 27/52: Diamonds

Music / Lyrics: Joel Buxton
Production: Steve Cruickshank

LYRICS

You know ice not need to melt,
To add to rising seas.
You know what, a floating iceberg belies it’s true size 
when viewed from beneath, Yeah yeah

90% of its mass lies below the surface
20% of my friends think the lord has cursed us,
Tell you what, we can 
flip a coin, we can flip a coin.

A fine displacement, discovered in secret,
And most of the rocks are bare but we’ll develop it.  
Munitions, diesel, a team of thought,
Bright-eyed eagers and 
super high dotsSuper high dots
Super high dots again and again ah yo yo

A specially brokered deal for my friend,
The scientific American
Scientific American yo yo

Scientific American
Scientific American
Scientific American 
Yeah yeah

How do you protect yourself,
From hackers and viruses?
Get an analogue digital data dreamboat,
You can float on a sea of MB

So don’t suppress us,
Intelligent bullies,
You muscle your car with brains,
You Infiniti.

Parched turf battle, making new
Dentures begone, keyboard
Cops!  Nobel Prizes, of different sizes,
Guilty profit reward
For 2002.  You…

De-institutionalize
The institution of lies
Do you realize what the newsman said?
Faith is…

Scientific American
Scientific American
Scientific American 
Yeah yeah

Shoulder clutching and flush in a crowd,
The riot act readers can’t be heard they’re speaking too loud
Hey yo, the better you is featured this month,
The holiday shop guide.  Ask the experts,

Scientific American careers,
Beers! Big breasted women
Hotel abusin’ crinkled up wrap and 
I’m a fan of the scientific American man,
Tific American man,
Tific American man, a here we go!

De-institutionalize
The institution of lies
Do you realize what the madman said?
God is…

Scientific American
Scientific American
Scientific American 
Yeah yeah


WEEK 28/52: Scientific American

LYRICS

Every day stomach ache, don't ask me why
Each of us on the take, don't ask me why
Every day wide awake, don't ask me why
Making my last mistake, don't ask me why

Bullet, I took a bullet for you
I got a metal, I got a metal screw
I took a bullet, I took a bullet proof vest
I got a medal pinned to my chest

I'm a cop, you're a cop, you're a dirty cop
Why should I keep quiet for you
I'm a cop, you're a cop, you're a dirty cop
Why should I keep quiet for you
I'm a cop, you're a cop, you're a dirty cop


Wire, I gotta wire the funds
I gotta fire, I gotta fire my gun
I got wired, got wired on drugs
I got wired, the telephone is bugged

I'm a cop, you're a cop, you're a dirty cop
Why should I keep quiet for you
I'm a cop, you're a cop, you're a dirty cop
What the hell am I supposed to do
I'm a cop, you're a cop, you're a dirty cop
I will not keep quiet for you
I'm a cop, you're a cop, you're a dirty cop

WEEK 29/52: On the Take

Music / Lyrics: Joel Buxton, Steve Cruickshank
Production: Steve Cruickshank

LYRICS 
Floating, all along the way, 

Feeling, almost dead and we
Knew it, had the map but we
Need to, find you, Australia

Sinking, I am not afraid
I’ve got all the people I
Love here with me I’m gold

Scavenge, not sure what we will
Find here maybe a new strain of
Dope here?  Who knows.

Hopefully we’ll get enough loot to retire here
Hopefully we’ll earn enough coin to get by before the lifestyle
Takes our lives

Trapped in here with you I can
Feel I feel as if the sea’s
Fallin’ up on me

Hopefully he’ll grab enough kits to leave here
Hopefully we’ll get enough kits to survive
Until the Booty saves our lives

It’s just a part of our lives,
It’s just a part of the dive,
It’s just the look in your eyes
It’s just the look in your

It’s just a part of our lives,
It’s just a part of the dive,
It’s just the look in your eyes

It’s just the look in your

WEEK 30/52: Floating

Written by Spencer LeVon, Steve Cruickshank, Mike Appleton

Vocals and guitar - Spencer LeVon
Drums, horn arr., production - Steve Cruickshank

WEEK 31/52: The Rock Rock Lovers Love

Written by Steve Cruickshank

LYRICS

We meet again at last
Prepare to pay
All the king's horses and men
Will take you away

Would you rob the rich to feed the poor
There's no future for that line of work

In my line of work I meet a lot of people
Defeated and tired, they don't have to stand for this
You've got a way of making them see
Everything their world could be

The king who ruled us is dead
They all made off with his head
They all made off with his head

We meet again at last
Prepare to die
You've slipped away from my grasp
For the last time

Would you curse the rich and bless the poor
Let's all wave goodbye to this tyrant

In my line of work I meet a lot of people
Defeated and tired, they don't have to stand for this
You've got a way of making them see

The king who ruled us is dead
They all made off with his head
They all made off with his head

WEEK 32/52: Nottingham

LYRICS

What do you say, when it's all been done
And what more could you ask for
The company came, and crashed in the front
So we went out the back door
And reported to Charles' Father

Battle ends and down goes Charles' Father
Battle ends and down goes Charles' Father

Picture yourself in a boat on a river
Picture that boat in hell
On a thirteen month op we tried to deliver
But the crew didn't fare too well
We resorted to Charles' Father

Battle ends and down goes Charles' Father
Battle ends and down goes Charles' Father
We were friends but somehow we never bothered

Where there's a will, there's often a way
And where there's smoke there's fire
Burning...

WEEK 33/52: Father Charles

Music/Lyrics: Joel Buxton
Production: Steve Cruickshank

LYRICS

Wanted: one with hear tone with art one with style
One who makes me smile
Wanted: one whoès kind one who doesnèt mind that my beddingès a hand me down 
One who frowns when she 
Thinks too much, 'cause I 
Need to know that youève been thinking too much too

Where is my muse?  Where is my muse?  Where is my muse?
She's at Harvey Street
Where is my muse?  Where is my muse?  Where is my muse?
She's at Harvey Street


Wanted: one who writes about life with a pen and a pad one who makes me mad
Wanted: one who writes on herself keeps a skull on her shelf and
Is eccentric like myself
Like myself
Cause I need to know that you're somewhere close

Where is my muse?  Where is my muse?  Where is my muse?
She's at Harvey Street
Where is my muse?  Where is my muse?  Where is my muse?
She's at Harvey Street
Where is my muse?  Where is my muse?  Where is my muse?
She's at Harvey Street
Where is my muse?  Where is my muse?  Where is my muse?
She's at Harvey Street


WEEK 34/52: Harvey Street

Music / Lyrics: Joel Buxton, Steve Cruickshank
Production: Steve Cruickshank
Drums: Chris Hudson

LYRICS

You disappoint me    I have      said before
Once again I’m forced to unleash my dogs of war
		
Give me the gasoline, give me the compound ,
And I’ll let you leave
Give me the gear, the guns, and that a fat tanker,
And go as you please
This much I promise as your just reward

You can walk away uh huh, you can walk away uh huh
You can walk away uh huh, just walk away uh huh
You can walk away uh huh, you can walk away uh huh
You can walk away uh huh, huh huh, OH

What a puny plan I grow so tired of games
You face the wasteland, we were born in flames
Settle your debts, make peace with your creator
Tonight we invade
Calling the Crazy Smegs, The Gayboy Berserkers
We’re storming the gate
You chose the outcome I won’t ask again

You took the pity from my eyes
I promise you, I promise you, no one left alive
I promise you I promise you, I promise you, I promise you, 
I promise you, no one left alive

You should've walked away uh huh, should've walked away uh huh 	(he is just a rat)
Should've walked away uh huh, now there's hell to pay uh huh 	(he is just a rat)
Should've walked away uh huh, should've walked away uh huh  	(he is just a rat)
Should've walked away uh huh, huh huh, OH

WEEK 35/52 - The Humongous

Music / Lyrics: Imagine Dragons
Production: Steve Cruickshank
Trumpet: Steve Hobbs

WEEK 36/52: Radioactive

Written by Steve Cruickshank & Joel Buxton
Additional vocals by Ashley McLellan

LYRICS

When I'm lost at sea
Your eyes are all I see
Your eyes are all I see

The haze and the heat
They get the best of me
They get the best of me

She sells cellphones down by the subway
I make eyes at her while I'm waiting to pay
And I wanna say

CHORUS:
At Summerhill Station we're gonna take a ride
Summerhill Station the sun is gonna shine
In the summertime oh won't you be mine

The days turn to weeks
They get away from me
They get away from me

She paints toenails and packs a suitcase
I play ukulele singing down by the bay
It's a beautiful day

CHORUS


I'm lost at sea
You get the best of me
You get the best of me

CHORUS

WEEK 37/52: Summerhill Station

Written by Steve Cruickshank, Joel Buxton, Steve Hobbs, Mike Palumbo
Produced by Steve Cruickshank and Ian Lennox

Piano, vocals - Steve Cruickshank
Bass - Joel Buxton
Guitar - Mike Palumbo
Percussion, backing vocals - Steve Hobbs
Drums - Francisco Mejia


LYRICS

I'm on my way
Today you'll say, I'm sorry
I think we've done
Something no one, has thought of

You got away with it and I'll never tell
You've got a way with me, I'm under your spell

We're in a club
Here in the public library
We're not too loud
We're not allowed to ever be

You got away with it and I'll never tell
You've got a way with me, I'm under your spell

Maybe, I'll find my family
Climb the family tree
I say, love the ones you hate
The ones you love can wait
The sun, won't forget to shine
Triggers in my mind

You got away with it and I'll never tell
You've got a way with me, I'm under your spell

WEEK 38/52: Family Tree

Written by Steve Cruickshank, Jasmin Millar, Ashley McLellan
Vocals - Ashley McLellan
Production - Steve Cruickshank

WEEK 39/52: Not Today

Written by Joel Buxton and Steve Cruickshank

LYRICS

Ever since we were kids you always had the upper hand
You got away with murder wink
I'd put you on the defensive, make you take the stand
But simon says that's wishful thinking

I saw that stunt that you pulled, I saw you crossing the line
I saw you pulling the wool over everyone's eyes
I saw you bending the rules when you captured the flag
I saw you moving around in a game of freeze tag
Yeah I spy with my little eye
And I'm calling foul tonight

Chorus
Olly oxen free, olly olly oxen free
Olly oxen free, oxen free
You're too big to fall, and it's too close to call
Olly oxen free, olly olly oxen free
Olly oxen free, oxen free

I hide the best out of all my peers, I'm undefeated
Marco polo marco polo
Catch a tiger by the toe, bro, you can't prove that I cheated
Yolo, oh no, yolo, oh no

I saw that stunt that you pulled, I saw you crossing the line
I saw you pulling the wool over everyone's eyes
I saw you bending the rules when you captured the flag
I saw you moving around in a game of freeze tag
Yeah I spy with my little eye
And in a game of paper, scissors, rock

We will rock it like we don't know
Like we don't know how to stop
We don't know how to stop
We don't know

chorus

WEEK 40/52: Olly Oxen Free

WEEK 41/52: This Spells Trouble

This is a joke song.  No children were harmed by sick Tokyo Drifts


WEEK 44/52: Tokyo Drift

Music / Lyrics: Justin Timberlake, Timbaland
Production: Steve Cruickshank

WEEK 45/52: Mirrors (Justin Timberlake Cover)

Written by Steve Cruickshank
Bass - Joel Buxton
Guitars, vocals - Steve Cruickshank
Backing vocals - Ian Lennox
Backing vocals, percussion - Steve Hobbs
Lead guitar - Michael Palumbo
Drums - Francisco Mejia

Produced by Steve Cruickshank and Ian Lennox

LYRICS
Oh my darlin', oh my darlin'
You were lost and gone forever
Oh my darlin', Mr Darwin
You were lost and gone for good

On the Beagle, good and evil
The illegal work of God
When you landed you were stranded
With your hand in history

My apostle for the fossils
Have you lost all faith in us
My apostle for the fossils
Have you lost all faith in us

Oh my darlin', oh my darlin'
You were lost and gone forever
Oh my darlin', Mr Darwin
You were lost and gone for good

Did you know the holy rollers
Would take your name in vain
When you learned the world wasn't
Made in seven days

WEEK 46/52: Darwin

All of our music is available in iTunes, including our Animal Songs project - https://itunes.apple.com/ca/artist/brunswick-project/id789959405

More info at http://brunswickproject.com.

Brunswick Project is a weekly music release from Steve Cruickshank and Joel Buxton, two of Toronto's most unique voices.  New songs by Brunswick Project are currently appearing on Youtube's Animal Song Channel, which can be found here - http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCy5bou1PwOzRE8Kpcl_Lryg?feature=watch

High fidelity audio tracks (along with chord charts, lyrics and selected stems) available on Bandcamp: http://brunswickproject.bandcamp.com/

Leave us a comment or contact us at BrunswickProject@gmail.com.

Recordings produced by Steve Cruickshank.

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