Gawd you got that Summery-nostalgia sad-happy feeling down to a crossed T. And if one pays close attention to the drums and guitars alone one knows you freaking nailed the heck out of it. Jeeez soft feeling for such a BPM on the drums (like the twisting frog sound accompanying them?) and the answering guitar that goes ham especially at the climax of the song. Props Kantilla!

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

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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