Scotty: rhythm, percussion, harmonica, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: lead, bass

Presently This Is An Untitled Song

Scotty: guitars, keys, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

i fuckin' hate myself, sometimes.

Peyote Critical

Scotty: guitar, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Cyan

I'll Try (Only For You)

Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: lyrics, bass

Heaven (Free Of Style)

Scotty: guitars, melodica, lyrics, vocals
Falsestart: lyrics, vocals, production
Tommy: bass

Astrid (Falsestart/QB Bills)

Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Unleashed Passions

Quite Possibly

Passions Unleashed Dub


Scotty: guitar, lyrics, vocals

You are running ads on our page.
Keeping the revenues while I'm not paid.
Taking advantage of what we say
to sell people shit. Is it fair? No way!

Ultimately you are just a pimp
selling us dreams just when they went limp.
Charging us money to manage our shit
for no piece of the pie from the advertisements.

How many artists do you fuck?
My guess is almost everyone is shit outta luck.
You're using our art just to make a buck.
Abusing our hearts yet we are stuck.

The least you could do is waive my fees
and share a little bit of that revenue, please,
that you obtain from the ads that freeze
my songs from playing, making listeners leave...

Fuck Soundcloud

Scotty: lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass, noise

Scottyottydopaliscious. Never insipid.
Instinctually primal to drop a rhyme that's seditious.
Surreptitious, I am not, expeditious, I am.
Repetitious about fictitious and pernicious laid plans
by the man, and by 'the man', I mean those we've elected,
who persuade simple minds and keep the wealthy protected. 
But at what cost? Our true wealth; health, education. 
A teacher's salary is what they earn on vacation.
When will we lose patience like it's homophone due to cuts,
get the guts to stand up to everything that's unjust?
Vigilance is a must nowadays or we're fucked but
it would be nice for once to place the ice after just.

Under your ass I will light a fire. Grab your device.
A quick search will suffice to learn the facts of this vice
and maybe it will entice, inspire masses to fight
for paradise from the present hell we suffer in life. 

Don't think twice, it's not alright, we've had enough of their tripe.
I'll be concise with the knowledge I'm about to recite like
class sizes erupting, slashed courses disrupting
development of thinking critically, our children need something
other than mathematics. Don't get me started on how it's tragic
that my kids are disadvantaged simply 'cause they're not Catholic.
Our government remains emphatic in defending their lies.
Pointing fingers elsewhere while they aim to privatize
education and healthcare. Agenda aimed for the welfare
of the wealthy. Who you think receives the promised tax breaks?
So get the facts straight. Dig 'em up before they get buried.
Their distinction of truth is now black, beyond blurry,
so let's hurry, for real, 'cause we're running out of time.
So let us storm queen's park like 1789
instead of hopes for divine intervention. 
End of lesson. 
May I mention again the theme that I am stressin'?

Under your ass I will light a fire. Grab your device.
A quick search will suffice to learn the facts of this vice 
and maybe it will ignite the masses all to unite
and fight for their right to live equal in paradise.

Onterrible, Canada

The Urge

Cigarette Burns

No Other

Harmful: lyrics, vocals
Scotty: guitar, lyrics, vocals

Poor Me (Harmful if Followed/QB Bills)


Tommy: bass
Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals

My shift has ended and I'm at home.
I've ascended and my mind is free to roam.
I've no direction. Pick up my phone
and call you up 'cause I'm so tired of bein' alone.
Girl, I need you here all the time.
I always have since the day you became mine.
With you I have no fears. You ease my mind.
And every time I think of you, you send shivers down my spine.
I'm in love.
With you, I'm happy 
and exactly in the place I need to be.
I was made for you and you for me.
Yeah...it's cliche, but, hey, at least the phrase is free.
Girl, I need you here all the time.
I always have since the day you became mine.
With you I have no fears. You ease my mind.
And every time I think of you, you send shivers down my spine.
I'm in love.
My shift has ended and I'm at home.
I've ascended and my mind is free to roam.
I've no direction. Pick up my phone
and call you up 'cause I'm so tired of bein' alone.
Please come home.

Shivers

Tommy: bass
Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals

Girl, I'm glad we're done pretending.
Although my love is never ending,
I'll admit we've broke from all the bending.
Let's take a step back and do some comprehending
of ourselves and find out all the reasons
for the constant changing of the seasons.
Heal our wounds, prevent further bleedin'.
Learn from our mistakes, stop history repeatin'.
'Cause your love gives me something to believe in
and although I don't wanna see you leavin',
it's necessary in order so that we can
be our best selves one another is seein'.
And maybe then, if our stars realign,
we could rebuild from scratch and just take all the time
in the world to establish true love that's divine
and be wealthy and healthy as ourselves. Redefine.

Lately, been feeling isolated.
Outside, was masking like I've made it.
Inside, was hurting and deflated,
hating myself for the mess that I've created.
To be fair, it's much more complicated.
Fuckedupness cannot be overstated.
Got laid off, became dark and jaded,
anxious, depressed, angry and frustrated.
All contributing to my mentality;
bipolar, borderline personality.
Which often tends to distort my reality,
veiling myself from what is actuality.
But this time I need to be stable.
Prove to everyone that I'm able
so I can take a seat back at my table
and generate a happy ending to this fable.

Redefine.

Scotty: bass, guitars, lyrics, vocals

Should I go to bed and get a good sleep
or pop a few caps and freak some funk over beats?
We do it for ourselves to satiate needs.
After all, it's in our blood. With our cuts, hear us bleed.
Close your eyes, feel the groove, hear the words that we speak.
We must, to survive, just as some have to breathe.
Here we are. This is us. You are you. We are we.
So, why must we hide in 'reality'?

What is your 'reality'?
Is it some facade for others to see?
And has this become your identity?
And, if so, with yourself, how the fuck can you sleep?
I have no respect for the words that you speak
or how you could hide behind church or belief.
I know in your mind you're doing 'His' deeds.
But OUR God is NOT a white man full of greed.

So, come check my Reality.
I live with a wife of exquisite beauty
who stimulates my mind with each word that she speaks
and has carried and birthed us lovely children. Three.
We are both professionals and have our degrees
and understand value and living by means.
Yet somehow we struggle to pay mortgage and eat
while those who exploit keep on livin' with ease.

reality.

( for Nadine )

jesus: rhythm, lyrics, vocals
Scotty: lead, harmonica, tambourine 

if i broke your heart
i'd break it slow and sure
i'd send flowers filled with bees
and i'd break it tenderly
i'd send you letters, long
full of tender poetry
if i broke your heart, maybe
you would see

i loved you all along
the seaside and the shore,
like the waves that break upon the love 
that you endure
like autumn leaves that fall
on the grass , no longer sweet
i'd keep you all alone
to wonder, how to sleep

your dreams all full of hope
that we would meet again
up on that road, down by the riverbend
we'd never ever awake
and i would sing to you
if i broke your heart
i'd keep it with me too

If I Broke Your Heart (jesus vegas/QB Bills)

Somehow, this never got posted here. So...here it is!

Tommy: bass
Falsestart: drums, lyrics, production
Scotty: guitar, lyrics, vocals

rest my head and fix my gaze
my mind is weary. the sleepy haze
still I try to visualize 
all the fading glory. these crazy days 

now it’s gone, how its flown by...

all these memories fade into dreams 
where they replay on private screens 
behind my eyelids, in between
reality or so it seems...

i’m too far gone…i’m swept away
now I can see it. my great escape
the sun beats down. we splash about
my heart goes racing. I can feel you now

again, you’re gone. no longer mine

all these dreams turn into memories 
and with the rest they always flee
and when I open up my eyes
you’re lost again, my lullaby...

Flyby Lullaby (Falsestart/QB Bills)

Tommy: bass
Scotty: guitars, adlibs
Looperman: drums

420 '23 Demo 5 (the last demo)

Hasty home recordings in between realities while the children are (sometimes) quiet. Thanks to everyone for the listens, likes and comments!

QB Bills

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