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

Transmission 44 was part of series of different sound projects using modern means.

Syntheria/OctaveBelow - Rabbits Moon

Willson/ - Guitar - Bass - Midi translation
Armstrong/ - Producer - Audio engineer - Keys

Transmission 44

Free download

25 February 2021
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© 2020 Joe McCullough / Your Average Joe

We thought that it was the end
But it’s only began
Oh we’ve only began

We’re filled with shame and passion
Our crime: self treason

It ain’t over, though we’re freezin’
Every beating heart, has its season

Your smile fading away you know
You wanna find out where to go
Where to go, who to know, who to know.
Who to know?

It’s time to catch all the love you throw,
It’s time swim against this sorry flow

Your smile’s ready, now just who to show?
Who to show, who to show?

We’re freezin’
Waiting on this season

Our hearts start to warm,
Until a feeling takes form,
Warmer feelings take form

Why won’t you blame me?
Please humiliate, and shame me.
Break through these walls,
That strain me
Confuse, torment, and contain me
Come on and blame me
Blame me, blame me, blame me

It such a beautiful start
Not so state of the art
But it’s a love in my heart

We’re left with time and questions
Our mind’s lost reason

I’m still breathin’, though I’m weezin’
Every bleeding heart, has its season

Your smile fading away you know
You wanna find out where to go
Where to go, who to know, who to know.
Who to know?

It’s time to catch all the love you throw,
It’s time swim against this sorry flow

Your smile’s ready, now just who to show?
Who to show, who to show?

We thought that it was the end
But it’s only began
Oh we’ve only began

Will you blame me
Blame me, blame me, blame me?

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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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