Written/Performed By: Kurtis Kanttila 

LYRICS 

Get on! 

In the ol' town Kaletta, had nothing better to do       
She would be burning buildings, if not for parole                    

That kind of boredom creates misery 
That kind of boredom is a killer 

In the ol' town Kaletta, was brewing up new crimes 
She was gonna steal some soda, with a siphon line  

That kind of boredom creates misery 
That kind of boredom is a killer 

Kaletta with the high stiletto 
You're a sneaky getter, you 
Kaletta with your high stiletto 
She's coming after us
Kaletta with the high stiletto 
Open your trunk and throw me in girl                  

In the Taco Time Kaletta, had a graceless ace up her sleeve  
A tube that went to her backpack, at the pop machine   

That kind of boredom creates misery 
That kind of boredom burns a stagnant heart 
Kaletta never stops 
She siphons all that pop  
Kaletta, go get 'er!

Kaletta

Written/Performed By: Kurtis Kanttila 

LYRICS 

He missed the last bus on the way back home  
Time to sniff the roses 
Straining through the concrete cracks 
The nightlife poses 

Don't you show me your nightly world 
Please just let me through 
I don't want to give you nothing 
Let me slip on through!                                                                                      

He meets a lady with platform shoes and chains  
Midnight begins 
Through her fishnets he sees a goat's skull, tattooed on her skin   

"Can I get you somewhere else?  
Into my nightly world 
I'll take you from the cities darkness 
and bring you straight to mine"     

I'll run into Hell screaming 
Don't care if I live to tell 
and if she kills me this evening  
I'll be good food for the rats                      
When all dignity has drained 
and there's no more sense of shame        
Park this empty transport 
Where the dumpsters have no name                                                                        


It was heard on the radio stations 
We destroyed the peace in 27 nations

Your Nightly World

Written/Performed By: Kurtis Kanttila 

LYRICS 

It started with the Garfield colouring book 
That's when my crimes began fella 
I'm a regular shopping mall crook 
But have you heard of this girl named Kaletta 

In the empty Zellers that's where I met her  
Practicing shibari on a mannequin 
Her Hawaiian shirt was mostly unbuttoned 
and I saw the gallon of pop she siphoned                    

I showed her all the ketchup packets I stole 
I had the planograms from Shoppers up my nose  
She drew a pen swiped from the RBC 
and on a Husky napkin wrote out some plans for me                         

We found a way to the mall Christmas tree 
In a passage to Manchu Wok 
In normal hours it seemed a bit too obvious to me 
and we were arrested by the mall cop 

She said "Do you come here often?" 
"Those cuffs compliment your eyes" 
I said "I'm a regular flyer" 
"My discount's five finger style"     

I make a living down at the pawn shop 
Selling new CDs a buck at a time  
I got a screwdriver hidden in my sock 
and I'm gonna take a stop sign                                       

We sat there hands were cuffed behind our backs 
The mall cop was busy with his farmer's wrap 
Kaletta would get us out of this no doubt 
She jumped on his shoulders for the knock out 

He's off to a place called Heaven 
Between Kaletta's thighs 
and now we're drinking his Jäger 
and eating all the Mexi-Fries   

I watch the shoppers on TV 
Wearing a stolen uniform 
Me and Kaletta run this Mail Jail 
Us petty crooks will prevail

Mall Jail

Written/Performed By: Kurtis Kanttila 

LYRICS 

Sunday afternoon, sit in the saloon 
Cinnamon Toast Whiskey  
A lady burst in, grabbed me by the chin 
I don't know what happened next 
But I'm sure I'll never drink again 

Now I wake up, covered in dust 
Spiders making a home of a me 
I'm afraid, 'cuz I'm dressed like a maid 
I guess I look semi-okay 
So I'll mop the floors today 

French Maid Conversion 
French Maid Conversion                       
Bows up the nose, lace in my face    
Cleaning up counters, couches and plates 
I'm a French Maid 

That went south, I ain't about 
Being a cute and graceful soul    
She gave a suit, and wasn't it a hoot 
To carry that silver dinner tray 
All around, every day  

My name's Alfred, hello there lad   
I was in the war you know 
It's all coming back to me!  
It's all coming back to me! 

British Butler Conversion 
British Butler Conversion     
Ringing a bell, with a moral to tell 
Get in the cave, and suit up babe  
I'm a butler 

Mr. T with a luger! 
I'm sick of looters and polluters     
Bows up the nose, lace in my face    
Ringing a bell, with a moral to tell 
What the Hell is going on?

French Maid Conversion

Unknown World Jam

Kanttila's Trash Collection Service 10x10

Original By : The Replacements 
Written By : Paul Westerberg
Performed By: Kurtis Kanttila

Waitress In The Sky (Cover Song)

Based On Version By : Thin Lizzy 
Written By : Bob Segar 
Performed By : Kurtis Kanttila

Rosalie (Cover Song)

Original By : The Who 
Written By : Pete Townshend 
Performed By: Kurtis Kanttila

However Much I Booze (Cover Song)

Original By : Carole King 
Written By : Carole King/Toni Stern 
Performed By: Kurtis Kanttila

It's Going To Take Some Time (Cover Song)

Original By : Aerosmith 
Written By : Steven Tyler/Tom Hamilton
Performed By: Kurtis Kanttila

Sick As A Dog (Cover Song)

Original By : Katy Perry 
Written By : Katy Perry/Christopher "Tricky" Stewart/Stacy Barthe/Monte Neuble
Performed By: Kurtis Kanttila

Hummingbird Heartbeat (Cover Song)

Original By : The Smiths 
Written By : Morrissey/Johnny Marr
Performed By: Kurtis Kanttila

Jeane (Cover Song)

Written/Performed By: Kanttila 

Recorded: May 5th, 2020 .

I'm Gone (Edit)

Written/Performed By: Kanttila 

LYRICS  

Amuro, a Newtype man, it's time to foil Zeon plans 
Quatro, had just one goal, Char will now take control  

Psycho-Frame for you 
Who's the one to burst on through   
Psycho-Frame power 
Psycho-Frame!           

Capt Bright, makes it right, the bad guys will say goodnight 
Quess, what a mess, youth on the battlefield is extra stress   

Psycho-Frame for you 
Who's the one to burst on through   
Psycho-Frame power 
Psycho-Frame!

Psycho-Frame

Instrumental by: Kanttila 
Vocals, Lyrics, Vocal Melody By: Technicolor Gramophone  

LYRICS   

It was June of 1942 
and it was just we two  
After hours on the fourth floor 
Of Hartmann's department store
I asked you to dance, but you didn't reply 
and, well, I was not surprised
Since I was a man
and you a mannequin

I took you by your plastic hand
Wrapped you in my arms and danced
We dipped, we swayed
We waltzed the night away

We tired the moon with talking
(Mostly me; your reticence was charming)
and we're still talking and waltzing
Cos you're right here in my living room

Endlessly waltzing ... with you, darling

Endless Waltz (Feat. Technicolor Gramophone)

One Man Rock 'n Roll band from Northern Ontario. This account features rough mixes of songs before they go on my main account @KanttilaMusic and also bonus tracks.

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