
From the marching through the fire
To the loss of all desire
From the west coast to the east
From the burning to the trees
Right through to all the people in the streets
Who never got a chance to live

From the scientist to his girl,
"We are nothing of this world"
Straight to all the people in the streets
Who never got a chance to live

I don't want to break just a little bit
I don't want to go, get me out of this town
And I don't want to die like the rest of them
Everyone around me here is always trying to break me down

This goes out to all the people in the streets
Who never got that chance to live

People In The Street

Lyrics: 

I hope to god I don't have chlamydia 

I met a girl at Crobar with skin so fair
She was underage but I didn't care
Next thing I know we're out in the alley there
Sucking face and groping through pubic hair
She asked me if I had protection
I didn't but I knew I didn't have an infection
She was really young so it struck me dumb
When she called me up, dude get a test for chlamydia

Chlamydia
One night of fun, then months filled with shitty stuff
I hope to god I don't have chlamydia

I went down to the clinic on Halloween
It was really empty and that didn't bother me
I had no symptoms, so I thought I was fine
But most people don't and I could have been dying
They took my blood and I waited for weeks
Fuckin stressing out and sweating through sheets
I started feeling aches even in thumbs
I really really hope I don't have chlamydia

Chlamydia
One night of fun with a girl from Bolivia
I hope to god I don't have chlamydia

Then One night drunk as fuck in a crazy blur
I think I had sex though I'm not quite sure
Look round the bed, no condom turns up 
I fucking hope to fuck I don't have Chlamydia
 
C-h-l-a-m-y-d-i-a

Chlamydia

I've got a little story
And I'm very sorry
If it's inappropriate or out of place
It all started when I was sick
I was shitting bloody shits
And I went to the doctor
to ask his face, tell me whats wrong with me

Do I need a colonscopy/

I went to the Jewish General 
And a man there wearing flannel
Said Im not doctor Coen but come with me
He pressed on my tummy 
And said this feels funny
Please take off your pants, just work with me
I said ------ where's doctor Coen?
He said it doesn't matter and he put on a glove
And next thing that passed 
There was a finger in my ass
And I heard him say baby now Im in love

Can you tell me whats wrong with me?
He said you need a colonsoscopy

And half a month later
I wasn't feeling better
So I followed the instructions on my laxatives
ANd my girlfriend was over
But I couldn't bone her
Cuz I on that toilet 
clogging it
Man I wonder whats wrong with me
Toorrow Ive got a colposcopy

And Im not afraid of a man in my backside
Im not afraid of iif I'm really tight
And Im not afraid of liking the feeling
So why am I still afraid

ALright deep breaths now relax


Step 1: They pump you full of drugs and a sweet soft music starts to play in your head.  The sun is out, its a clear day and you're in a little meadow. theres a nice waterfall.

Step 2: A little baby deer appears its bambi. Bambis such a cute and innocent little deer. lets go pet bambi

Step 3: You pet bambi and he smiles at your. Bambi loves you. He starts rubbing himself against you. Bambi likes being pet

Step 4: You see something under Bambi. Whats that? Is that a massive penis? Bambi, what are you doing with that?

Step 5: Bambi mounts you and you feel the penetration. you feel violated as he viciously rapes you. The music is not so happy now. 

Step 6: His eyes start glowing red, and growing horns .the waterfall turns to blood. You feel dirty and defiled. As you scream you can feel the devils seed entering you, and bambi pulling out.

You wake up, and its done.


Colonoscopy

Israel/Palestine

Lyrics: 

Hanging out with grandma here in NDG
She's from Ottawa like most old people seem to be
Hanging out with grandma around my home
Where should we go for dinner I don't know
I like hanging out with my grandma but what to do
There are no casinos in sight and sadly I've brought no prunes
Hey my beloved grandma, you don't like things that are new
But i know this place called Chalet Bar BQ

And we open the door to other grandmas all around
Im the youngest person here today, I'm on the wrong side of town
But then i look over to grandma 
And and she's glistening like a queen
Her eyes haven't lit up like that since 1963

Hanging out with my grandma in Girouard park
she starts bitching about stoners smoking to close to where we are
Hanging out with my grandma, talking about th good old days
Some pigeons come and coo at us, i try to shoo em all away
Grandma says pigeons are lonely but so is she
She says they come to talk to us because they like the company
Grandma says that she is lonely ever since grandpa passed away
Now she feels just like a pigeon destined to shooed away

We walk into the chalet and suddenly she's not alone
everyone here around us has lost family of their own
Everyone has got a reason to eat their feelings all away
To drown it out in extra sauce, to bring your coupons and save what you can save
she  says Kyle we're going greasy, today baby I'm all in
I'm gonna get us so much chicken  we will never poop again
I almost cry as I say grandma , I should not have left it until now
But grandma I've gone vegetarian, Iive gotta sit this one out




Hanging Out With Grandma (At Chalet Bar - B-Q)

Lyrics:
Love and candy corn and butterflies and apple pies and unicorns that could fly and Cthulu
Lollipops so sweet, little monkeys just for me blahblahblahblah luscious eyelash in the sun and Cthulu

Made with Julian Rice and Julien Arsenault

My Friend Cthulu

lyrics:

My band is gonna get so famous I'll save up the money to visit you

At our show tonight I made 8.25$ oh my God
From the t-shirts and the merch we made another 30 my God
From two demo tapes another ten was made my God
From the busking in the streets we made twenty each oh my God

But it's not that hopeless when you really care
For a one-way ticket on a plane
Just give me two years and I'll be there
My band is gonna get so famous we''ll buy the airline and we'll take the plane

40 for the gin, 2.40 for the juice, my God
400 the guitar and fifteen for the strings, my God
400 bucks again, this time it's for the rent, oh my God
Twenty to the church to make sure Jesus heard me, my God
Please my God

At the show last night people danced and cheered
Ego through the roof, up on stage I disappeared
I saw your shining face there in the crowd
Singing "chl-chl-chl-chlamydia"
You knew all the words, I never felt so proud

My band is gonna get so famous I'll save up the money to visit you
My band is gonna get so famous I'll hire the mob to sneak you here
My band is gonna get so famous that I'll hire Bill Nye to build a teleporter
My band is gonna get so famous I'll call on the gods and the sun and rain
My band is gonna get so famous that maybe, just maybe I'll see you again

My Band

Lyrics:

There's a cruel cruel villain on the loose
Who brings a garbage bag to meadows under the glistening moon
He beckons in hundreds
Of slumbering and snoozing butterflies
Bag over his shoulder, he moves into the night

And he releases those butterflies inside me
To forever live imprisoned and caged
Their wings' tired flapping turning every word I say
Every word I say into a hurricane

Now I live unsure if cursed or gifted
But then I see your shining smile
And like a bomb going off or something
Those butterflies take flight
Holding your hand sets off a tidal wave inside me

They've inhabited my esophagus so I can't even speak
They're planting eggs inside my lungs and I can hardly breathe
Pretty sure they've inhabited my somatosensory cortex
Modifying everything I feel
When I'm around you I don't know what to do

And I don't get how stomach acid doesn't do them in
It stumps my mind, my darling, how butterflies survive
Any time at all without anything they need
My veins aren't branches, my heart is not a tree

Take flight, my little butterfly

You turn me into a cartoon villain
Who wants to trap those butterflies inside
But when I see you, I let them fly out of my ears
I don't want those poor butterflies to die
So take flight

Butterflies

Lyrics: 

There's something magical about you
I want your molecules all over me
Teach me everything that you know
I'm not around just for the show
It's like Jane Goodall with the Monkeys

She just knew
The jungle called her name
And she never was the same
And she just knew

When you show all your creativity
Some kind of forceful push impacts me
Your words are like envelopes from another dimension
It's like I'm Alice in Wonderland

She just knew
The rabbit called her name
She never was the same
The voices called her name
And she just knew

Mickey Mouse and Pyramids won't distract me from your gaze
Anunaki and sorcery won't distract me 
Rigged elections and biased news won't take my mind away
Crumbling buildings and bombing children won't distract me

Jane Goodall (ft. EriFish)

Isabelle, all you want to do is sext me. Recorded and mixed by Gizzards and friends. Bass, drums and backup vocals by those friends.

Isabelle (Gizzard Sessions)

Track 4 from Kyle's upcoming album, Pandemic Love

The Pinnacle

Updated recording of this Krazy Kyle classic. From his 2020 Album, Pandemic Love

Hanging out with my Grandma here in NDG
She’s from Ottawa, like most old people seem to be
Hanging out with my Grandma all around my home
What should we have for dinner? I don’t know

I like hanging out with Grandma, with what to do?
There are no casinos in sight, and sadly I’ve got no prunes
My beloved Grandma, you don’t like things that are new
But I know this place, called Chalet Bar-B-Q

And then we open the door, there are other grandmas all around
I’m the youngest person here today, I’m on the wrong side of town
And then I look over at Grandma, and she’s glistening like a queen
I haven’t seen her eyes light up like that since 1963

Hanging out with my Grandma now in Giruard Park
She starts bitching ‘bout the stoners smoking to close to where we are
Hanging out with my Grandma, talking ‘bout the good old days
Some pigeons come and coo at us, I try to shoo them all away
Grandma says pigeons are lonely but so is she
She says they come to talk to us because they like the company
Grandma says that she’s been lonely ever since Grandpa passed away
And now she feels just like a pigeon, destined to be shooed away

And then we walk into the Chalet and suddenly she’s not alone
Everybody here around us has lost family of their own
Everybody’s got a reason to eat their feelings all away
To drown them out in extra, to bring your coupons and save all that you can save

She says, “Kyle we’re going greasy. Tonight, Baby, I’m all in
I’m gonna get us so much chicken that we will never poop again”
I almost cry as I say, “Grandma, I should have told before now
But Grandma, I’ve gone vegetarian, I’m gonna sit this one out”

Just hanging out with my Grandma at the Chalet Bar-B-Q
I miss hanging out with Grandma

Hanging Out With Grandma (2020 Pandemic Love Version)

Hey, the name's Kyle, and I live in Montreal and I enjoy playing guitar and singing.I've recorded some songs produced by April Hutchins of Mellevon and I've also worked on a few shoddy demos in my room. Currently I've been playing acoustic material, playing at open mics at bars and playing funny songs and sappy songs. Some of my main influences include Bright Eyes, Nine Inch Nails, Pixies, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Smiths, Fugazi, Against me!, Andrew Jackson Jihad, A Wilhelm Scream and Punk and New Wave music. 

Come chill by my page whenever you feel the need.

My Band's Soundcloud:
https://soundcloud.com/therenaissancemen

Krazy "Kyle" Lapointe

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